From the moment the fostermom left, Gavin screamed. He reached toward the door she walked out of, he scanned the room for her over and over. For two days he would twist in our arms. He would cling to our shoulder, then push us away, turn to us again, then voilently twist to face away again. We were not who he wanted. He did this almost non-stop. His crying was relentless ranging from wails to whimpers to hysterics. It seemed he had a sense that this was not temporary and that she was not coming back. After a very late night we had to meet our lawyer in the lobby at 6:30am for the embassy appointment. I am not sure how, probably adenaline, but somehow we got ourselves dressed and downstairs on time.
The appointment only lasted about 2 1/2 hours. Gavin cried the whole time. It was on our way back to the hotel that we got into a minor accident. The driving in Guatemala is treacherous. They have no fear of hitting other cars or being hit. It reminded me of NYC during rush hour, but worse. To make matters worse, Ricky was holding Gavin in the frontseat on his lap. They usually do not use carseats in Guatemala. Thankfully no one was hurt and it happened in front of our hotel so we didn't have to hang around while our lawyer exchanged info with the other driver. I didn't realize it until we were in the room but I left my purse in the van. We immediately called our lawyer in a panic because we had our money, passports, ticket information, and everything else important in there. We didn't hear back from the lawyer until late afternoon as she was in meetings all day. She didn't even know my purse was in the back of the van. I was reunited with my purse that evening. There may have been a tear of relief.
