Five hours

We made it through our last flight, got settled in Nanjing, braved the crowds at the mall to get big jugs of water, and got unpacked. We wanted to die, or at least to sleep for three days straight, but instead we went downstairs, made friends with the two other families from our agency, and ate the most un-American American Chinese food ever. We fell into bed, too tired even to wash the smoke from our hair and prepared for the nerves to take over and keep us awake.

Nine hours later, with the light beginning to peek over the apartment buildings, outside our window, we woke up. We ran, ate breakfast, and are now contemplating braving the streets. In less than five hours, we'll meet our girl for the first time. I expected to be a great big ball of nerves right now, but I feel strangely calm. Maybe it's because China seems so far outside my comfort zone that in comparison, a baby feels easy. Of course, I know I won't feel that way in 24 hours, but it will get me through this morning.


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