It' almost 4 a.m. and I'm wide awake. I think it has finally hit me...the whole emotional roller coaster. Honestly, I spent the last 15 minutes quietly crying and even as I write this, tears spring out of my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I love my Grace Bing Qing. I understand why she is so miserable: losing everything she has ever known, teething, congested, having heart issues to boot...I think I feel a little scared and a little overwhelmed. I'm not sure of everything I need to do. I worry about her little heart. It's just scary.
My computer died and I had to recharge. It is now 9:10 a.m. Grace is sitting in her Grammy's lap watching Chinese telenovelas and infomercials (the one for a bigger bust is great.....it takes away the fat from your gut and puts it in your cleavage...at least that's what I got...it might be for a miracle bra that smooths everything). Grace woke up crying at about 6 a.m. I guess I would too if I saw the haggard me peering over me. She drank a bottle and had some congee at breakfast. She just fell asleep on her Grammy's lap. We had a scare because she would blink her eyes and when they would open, they would sort of roll back in her head. She kept doing this. It scared Grammy but I think it was her fighting sleep. I'm not sure. She really likes to watch people, like her mama. She was especially interested in seeing all of the other Chinese babies in the restaurant. We have a meeting with the director at 10 a.m. I've got a ton of questions to ask. Grace always wants to be held. Sometimes she likes the ergo...sometimes not.