A Hard Day

The only way I know how to describe our "gotcha" day is gut-wrenching. Obviously, we were thrilled to have Rory as our daughter, but the dread we felt for the moment we had to leave Rory's foster mother almost overwhelmed the day. It was so hard, and what I remember most about this day is how sad Rory was and how completely aware she was that something was happening to her (and she thought it was not good). You see in the video that she is biting her finger on our walk back to the room, she was biting so hard that she left deep marks in her finger. At the end of the video, you see her little face start to crumble. She just cried and cried. She also slept ALOT while we were in Korea and on our way home, and I really think it was her way of coping. When she would wake up, she would peek out to see if we were still there and then shut her eyes tight. That first night and then the next day, she clung to me desperately except for the times she would climb off my lap, go get her coat and take it and stand next to the door. Gut-wrenching I tell you. She slept with me that first night, and I spent most of the night just watching her. The next morning I wanted so badly to be able to let her foster mother know that she was okay because I knew it had to be on her mind. We are so thankful that we were able to send her a note with our blog address, and I know she checks it daily.

Here are our blog posts from our day one year ago: Countdown, Sarang is ours, One Last Post