day one

I arrived safe in Tijuana, and was getting alittle more excited and a little less scared to be here. I was given a room all to myself, even though i will be spending most of my nights sleeping in the baby central.
The evening went well, i got to go pick some of the children up from school, some remembered me , some didnt, and then take 3 babies to the doctor with Connie.
Bernice is 2 months old, but was a month premature, and is the size of a newborn premie still. She has alot of skin but no fat, and can fit in my hand.
Day by day she thrives on love, and prayers, but i hope she starts gaining weight soon.
I think it really hit me that iwouldnt see my family for 3 months, and my friends when it was time to go to bed. The babies fell asleep easily, and i turned on my ipod, in hopes to forget that i was alone.
20 minutes later , the loudest babies in the world woke up. Emily screamed, and shook, and yelled and cried and was only happy if you held her and walked, or gave her another bottle. she woke up every 20 minutes to 30 minutes, and the same procedures took place. Eventually the milk kicked in, i was tired, sad, and wanted to be in my own bed, she was sleeping, so i layed down, to hear Antonio wakeup and demand some attention. he was awake on and off until 4 am , he let me sleep until 6, then i was up for the day.
its hard tobe here, and to know i dont get to see my family for a long time. im safe, and im thankful, im just trying to cope, and hoping that God will show me amazing things.
Im alive and well, alittle sketched by their "purified water tap" and hope i dont getsick.

i love you all.
thanks for the prayers.

Bree