My Baby Boy....

The conversations around my house have been interesting lately. D has lately started talking more about Russia. He has, in the recent past, avoided answering any questions about Russia, and he has refused to speak any Russian whatsoever. But over the last few days, he has been telling us little things that he remembers from his life in Russia--- for instance he told us about falling off the "snow slide" and hurting himself. He also told us that once a woman passed out candy in the snow. He said he saw a man with shaving cream on his face when he was on the train ( the train trip that brought him to me..). He has also been asking me how to say some words in Russian... I think has forgotten most of the language. It is interesting and sort of sad to think that he has already forgotten the language that he spoke for the first five years of his life. But I'm sure that he could pick it back up very easily in the future if he wants to.

We have also been talking a lot about childbirth lately. I let the kids watch the video of Little A's birth the other night, and they loved it. I hadn't seen it in a while either, and it amazed me at how HUGE I was! I mean big!!! My belly was soooo big, and I was sooo bloated. Not attractive at all. :) And Little A was an extremely fat newborn! She was a whopper!!!! It also amazed me at how young Big A looked. She was so cute!! Now she is so grown up. Crazy.

D was glued to the TV as we watched. At bedtime, he asked me what it was like when he was born. I told him that he had been born in Russia, and that he was born very very early and was very small. I told him that he was so tiny and sick, but he was a strong baby who fought and fought, and he lived and grew stronger because he was waiting for his Mama (me) to find him. I told him that all of the nurses loved him best,and they rocked him and sang to him every day. (I wish that this was true, but I know that it probably isn't... ) Then I told him that it took both of us a very long time to find each other, but now we will be together forever, and I will always take care of him and protect him. He is always safe with me. Then I kissed him and tucked him into bed. He is my little boy. I wish that I had baby pictures to show him, but I don't. I wish that I had seen his little body come out of mine, but it didn't. It would have been so nice to have smelled his little baby smell. But he is here now and he is mine now, and that is good enough.