I am finally sitting down and making time to write a little about our "Gotcha Day", and how things have been going since then. These days have been very busy and full of adjustments for everyone, but I do want to have it documented. For him, and for us.
We made it to our hotel on Wednesday evening around 7:00, unpacked, ate dinner at Mr Pizza, and crashed. We were exhausted and knew that we needed to be as rested as possible for the following day!
We were up pretty early on Thursday morning, so we had plenty of time to childproof our apartment, get Lennox's toys and things set out, and get ourselves ready. It was so strange leaving our room knowing that he would be with us when we returned!
We walked down to the Starbucks there in Insadong for breakfast. :) Yummy muffins, coffee, and juice. We talked a lot about how we expected things to go, what our game plan would be, and just how we couldn't believe we were finally doing this!
After breakfast we walked around the area a little bit, just familiarizing ourselves with any little play areas and places to eat. We had
really hoped to stay at the same place we had stayed previously, but they were full. So, we were staying at the same serviced residence type place, just at a different location. I finally couldn't take the waiting any longer, so we hopped in a taxi and headed on over to Eastern. We were plenty early, but I knew I wanted to find this little florist I'd heard about that was nearby to purchase something for his foster mother.
We found it easily and had the sweet lady inside wrap up a beautiful green plant in a bright yellow planter. We hope she remembers sweet memories of her time with our boy anytime she looks at it.
We walked back to Eastern and realized we were still a good 45 minutes before our scheduled custody time. This is when the nerves really set in, and we were so anxious just sitting there waiting. I was texting some friends asking for prayer, and I was also wishing our other boys were there with us to keep my mind occupied. Brent ordered a fresh strawberry juice from the cafe there, and I went in to purchase some Eastern mugs for me and my dad. It was just such a surreal moment sitting there waiting for him, as we knew this time he would be leaving with us. I told Brent I compare it to how I felt as I drove to the hospital to have our other boys. So much excitement and anxiety! Then, before we knew it, he and his foster family pulled up in taxi right in front of us.

She led him over to us, and he grinned and waved. We spent a few minutes with them outside, then his foster mom motioned for us to follow her in. It was still a good 20-25 minutes before our scheduled time, and our social worker was busy with another family, so we just played with Lennox in the lobby while we waited. I really wish we'd had a translator in there with us, because I wanted so badly to be able to visit with his foster mom more, but because of the language barrier, we just did a lot of smiling and pointing and laughing. I could see that she would get teary-eyed occasionally...it was so bittersweet. We were eventually called into the office where Brent and I had to sign a lot of papers and they presented us with several gifts - a namechop (or name stamp) of his Korean name and a beautiful mold of his little baby feet were two of our favorites.

We were then taken into a back room where his foster mother showed us what all she had sent for him to take home - some clothes, stuffed animals we had sent, toys, snacks, his hanbok, etc. We talked back and forth a little bit just about Lennox and a few things his fm wanted us know about him and getting some last minute questions answered.
At that point, we were taken back to the front of the building, where we were just waiting on the driver to arrive. His sweet foster mother was getting so sad and upset at this point, Brent and I tried to just kind of stand back and give them these last few minutes with him. We know they love him so much, and it was heartbreaking to see them telling him goodbye. It truly was. I just felt helpless at that point and honestly didn't know what we should even be doing. Part of me wanted to go hug her and comfort her, but I also knew they needed this time with him. Brent and I kept looking at each other like What do we do? A few minutes later the driver pulls up in the van, and they whisked Brent and I outside toward it. I stopped by her and hugged her tight and just told her thank you over and over. I then shook his foster dad's hand and told him thank you. I got in the van first, then Brent got in next to me. His foster dad was holding him at this point, they gave him one last hug and handed him to Brent. This was all just such a blur. Lennox seemed to just kind of be confused by it all. Just as they started closing the van door, he yelled out for Omma and Appa. Surprisingly, he never cried. As we drove off, I looked back, and his foster mom was so upset. It was such a heartbreaking moment. They are such amazing and strong people, and we are so thankful for the time they spent loving Lennox. I pray she knows how loved he truly is.

Lennox never cried, but just seemed really sad and confused. He eventually just laid his head down on Brent's shoulder and fell asleep.
We were driven straight to our visa interview at the US Embassy. Lennox woke up when we got there and was surprisingly very happy the whole time we were there! There were several adoptive families there getting their visa, so the room was full of busy little children and overwhelmed parents. Ha. We met several families there who we are still keeping in touch with, so we are thankful for that! It took a couple hours total, but he snacked and played and walked around. I'm sure he just thought we had taken him on a fun play date. ;) When they called our name to come up to the window to answer a few questions, they had us raise our right hands. Lennox grinned and raised his hand too. It was so funny, and he had everybody laughing.
After we had his visa and passport in hand, the van took us back to our hotel. He got very upset when we had to get back in the van. Poor boy, I know he was just so scared and confused. He calmed down easily, and we quickly got him in the room and settled, but he just wanted to sit in Brent's lap and take his bottle. Very understandable. :)
And within thirty minutes, he was sound asleep again. I think sleeping was part of his coping and grief.
He woke up in a fairly good mood a couple hours later, so we played in the room for a while, then took a short walk around the block in the stroller, which he really enjoyed. (He likes to put on a hat and sunglasses anytime he goes outside ;) ).
He just wanted that bottle in his mouth the whole time, so we happily obliged.
We expected him to get upset when we got back to the room, when he realized we hadn't taken him back home, but thankfully he seemed ok and just wanted to play and explore. He even took his shoes and socks off on his own, which was very encouraging because, in Korea, that means you are going to be staying somewhere a while. We fed him a little supper (I think he ate a little rice, a tangerine, and one of those squeezable fruit/veggie pouches) and played some more.
And then we discovered how much he loves bath time!! :) Luckily, I had packed some new bath toys, and those came in so handy throughout our trip! I think he stayed in the tub a good hour that night. This was when we got our first big smiles and giggles. :)
After his bath, we lotioned him and put on his pajamas, and we could tell he was beginning to get really sad. Not hysterical, just a little teary and sad. This was all completely expected, and in fact, very minimal compared to what we had been told he may do. He would sit in our laps for a little bit, then get up and sit on the floor. Then he would pull his stroller over beside the couch and sit in it. Then back in our laps for a few minutes. We could tell he wanted to be near us, but he just wasn't sure how close. He went back and forth for about an hour, then eventually ended up falling asleep in the stroller. He stayed asleep while I transferred him to our bed, and he actually slept until 7:30 the next morning.
He was a very brave boy on what had to have been a very scary day for him. It was a day full of emotions for everyone, and honestly, I'm thankful it's a day we all have behind us. It wasn't easy, but God was faithful to carry us all through.