Thank you for your comments, as ever. I'm reassured I can to leave him to sleep him at night, (though it hasn't arisen yet, it has to be said. He wakes on the dot.)
Yesterday I had a crushing bout of homesickness, teariness, multiple moments of despair, negative self-talk (why did I ever think I could do this? etc etc, interspersed with other moments of clarity where I think oh wait yeah he's only a baby, just a young of our species. It's obviously do-able. People manage this all the time), so it's a great comfort for me to feel connected.
Yes. It's been an "interesting" six days since we escaped the hospital but today I feel so. much. better. We've made a plan. (I love a plan, do you? I feel all nice and orderly when I have one.) We've managed to pinpoint that apart from the obvious (ie. the adjustment to the realities of parenthood, where has my delightful former life gone? My freedom! Alas, my liberty! Wherefore goeth it? etc) we are being driven seriously doolally nuts by being sealed into our two-room hotel apartment together with a 6 week old baby. So, we've been venturing out for walks and from now are now taking turns during the day doing baby care to give the other one a break.
So is it that I have rescued my laptop from lullaby duty (Jay got hooked in hospital. It's.. unfortunate, unless you like sleeping to a background soundtrack of One Green Bottle plinked out painfully slowly. I am trying to convert him to white noise. Or the fan. He loves that fan. We may have to install an entirely unnecessary one at home) and am sitting in the hotel lobby being all groovy and normal with the normal people. We are going to walk that kid all over town. He loves it, and it makes him sleep. The neighbourhood is prettiness itself; trees full of pink blossoms, painted wooden houses, brick foothpaths, helicopter seeds flipping down through the sunlight, tender spring green leaves. Lovely warm breezy air.
Our paediatrician gave us a social visit this morning, (for no charge. We love her.) She seems to have taken us under her wing; what a breath of fresh air she is. She's so reassuring, all energy and positive vim, babies love her. She loves babies. She diagnosed an extreme case of handsomeness, pronounced him healthy, symmetrical, focused and engaged, and generally gave us a good ould shot of confidence intravenously.
So there we have it. Ah, let's see, to answer your question: we are nearly at the end date of our 6 week waiting period, (this falls on the 26th) at which point the report is compiled by our agency and sent to the Irish Authority. They in turn issue an Article 17 which approves the match (this could take anything from 3 to 10 days, depending on whether the system is "down"/ other gremlins, but if luck be a lady, that'll be done by, say, the 4th of May. After that, there's a court date which we are to attend by video link, and then we must wait for an appointment in the US passport office, where Jay is to be issued a temporary passport and we can travel home.
You know, I still feel I'm in a dream. There is nothing about this experience that is familiar at all.