Everything went great on our trip home! Adrienne took all the travel wonderfully. We left the baby house at about 3 pm on Sunday. The caregiver and nurse on duty made a huge deal of my departure, hugging and kissing Adrienne and me, and calling through the window over to the caregivers in another room to come around and say goodbye. They told me all kinds of things (in Russian) most of which I couldn't fully understand, but it seemed to include, "We love you" and "You love her" and "She's going home" and "You're our favourite foreigner" (Ok, I'm not exactly sure about that last one, but I did recognize the word for 'favourite' in Russian!). They were very emotional about our departure. The caregiver snuck baby formula and a glass baby bottle of juice into my bag for the journey home; I felt guilty taking the orphanage's stuff, but the bottle turned out to be a blessing as the ones I had brought had nipples she wasn't used to and she had a hard time drinking from them.
We went back to the apartment to wait until departure time at 11:30 pm. My translator, Alex, came by with his wife to visit for awhile and we had a nice time. Adrienne was so thrilled to be out of the baby house and to be with me. She watched me every time I took a few steps away into the kitchenette, and had a huge smile for me every time I returned to the bed to see her - she just seemed so happy that I wasn't leaving this time! She didn't want to sleep, but finally crashed out at 9 pm, only to be woken up at 11:30 for the three hour drive to Astana airport. She slept on my lap the whole way in the car.
My flight for Frankfurt left at 5:30 am. She slept in the bassinet much of the way. (As an aside, Lufthansa is great for babies! Air Canada not so much.) Then it was a short layover in Frankfurt, a 1.5 hour flight to London, and a few hours in Heathrow before the 8 hour flight to Ottawa. The second flight was harder simply due to the lack of a bassinet and the fact that I was having trouble staying awake - I dozed on and off with my arms locked around Adrienne in my lap. Others on the plane commented on what a good baby she was! We had three seats so it was actually pretty comfortable.
At the airport, we went through the immigration process, and grandma and grandpa were waiting to meet us, and thrilled to finally see Adrienne in person!
Above are photos from the final days in Karaganda, and the trip home: My old apartment building, the newly renovated play room at the baby house, last days at Botakoz baby house, chilling on the bed in the apartment, Adrienne with Alex, and the flight from London to Ottawa.