I really am the worst with keeping up the adoption blog.  I guess I feel like when you wait there isn't much to share, its rather boring for the observer. But, here goes nothing.
Since my last post we are officially waiting, we've got all the appropriate approvals that we can get until we arrive in Korea.  Things are looking as hopeful as they can on that front.  It still doesn't feel real. Perhaps because of our failed adoption I have walls up, I just can't seem to let myself embrace it fully.  I still look at his picture and cry everyday, I'm still buying things, but in the back of my mind I think "just be ready for this to not work out".  The counselor in me recognizes this for what it is, and I'm oddly peaceful about it.  If there is one thing I've learned in the past two years with all of this, its nothing is certain, you have little control, and there is no point pretending it to be otherwise.
Don't get me wrong. I'm excited. We are slowly getting the house ready.  Very slowly. I'm trying to imagine what life will be like this time next year, and I really can't even wrap my head around that.
Since baby boy will be a little older and because its international, we are going to have return to our plan for bringing him home like we have with our Ethiopian adoption.  That means that at least for a month pete and I will be the only ones meeting our sons needs.  He has to learn that we are his parents and that we provide for him. That means if he cries we are the only ones to comfort him, when he is hungry we feed him, we change his diapers.  That doesn't mean our friends and family can't love on him, (wild horses couldn't stop that anyway :) ) Its just for a little while we need to help him trust us.
The general consensus on this is about one month for every year the child has lived apart from you.  This of course can vary from child to child.  We will cross that bridge when we get to it.