Our plane landed at 9:30 pm and we entered a humid, crowded, noisy airport that was the first taste of our son's homeland.
Tresor, our lawyer, met us at the baggage claim and helped us navigate through the chaos of the terminal and into his car.
The streets were fairly empty, but the sidewalks and storefronts still were bustling with life at 10 o'clock at night. The air was smoky and thick, as the trash in the city burned in piles wherever it was laying.
We pulled up to our "hotel," a former convent, at around 11pm, entered our room, and immediately crashed for the night.
The next morning, we would be meeting our son.
We were told that Tyson would be brought to us at 11am.
However, we were in Congo, so we had an idea that we were now on "Africa Time," and that meant time frames would be a little more flexible...
We were right.
After waiting two hours, one of the hotel receptionists, who only spoke french, found us and mimicked holding a baby. She pointed at us, said "Baby," and indicated we follow her.
He was here.
Another adoptive mom, Sara Gentry, waited around those two extra hours with us so that she could video our first minutes meeting Tyson.
And here it is. . .