So today Big Brother woke up sick. Vomiting. Diarrhea.
We HAD to take a 4 hour (ONE WAY) van ride to Nanyang to apply for Eli's passport.
Both parents HAD to be there.
Big Brother could not leave the hotel room.
He was THAT sick.
So our guide came and stayed with Big Brother and Big Sister while another guide took us to Nanyang.
Several other families in surrounding hotel rooms checked in every hour and brought them food.
I was a nervous wreck all day.
So the rest of the family got up and dressed and ready to go:
4 hour van ride there was uneventful with sleeping children. Until we got to Nanyang and the driver decided to play chicken with the 18 wheelers coming towards us. Notice Josh ignoring the driver and looking out of the side window.
Notice Denise (another adoptive mom) behind Josh, fearing for her life.
Eli holding mama's hand in the passport office.
Two cool dudes riding back to the hotel.
One conked-out, miserable, sick baby.
Big Brother felt a million times better when we returned, 9 hours later. The only thing they suffered from was a little Cabin Fever from having been in the hotel room all day.
Mama was SO glad this day was over...