We're home at last! And what a thrill is it to be able to post straight to the blog! (Thanks, Mom, for uploading for me while we were gone.)
May 27
In the morning we hung out in our hotel room, finishing some last minute packing while Dh went to the agency mtg at the White Swan. When he was finished, we walked to lunch at the Cow/Bridge. Although it had rained some in the morning, the skies cleared for our last day in Guangzhou. We stopped at one shop, loaded our bags onto the bus and headed to the WhiteSwan to meet the rest of our group for the famous "Red Couch" photos.
After photos, the agency families as well as several other adoptive families from the White Swan boarded a bus to travel to the American Consulate. We weren't allowed to take photos there, but you're not missing much. We were basically led through a series of security checkpoints into a large waiting area. As families, we went up to the window to turn in paperwork that our guides had just handed us. Then we all (whole room full of us...maybe 15 families or more?) had to stand and swear or affirm that we'd care for these children. If I was emotional it was because this signaled that we were finally DONE with this excruciatingly long, arduous process. We were one of the only Hague families in the room; they even mentioned the fact that a Hague family was there. What an (ugh!) honor.
After the ceremony, some of our group returned to the White Swan to await morning flights out of Guangzhou. The rest of us rode a bus to the train station for a trip to HongKong. The train to HongKong took about 2 hours. We were thermo scanned going into the train station. Note to self/oldest son: don't spend the entire wait time playing with your new Chinese hacky sack toy. By the time we were ready to enter the train station, Anakin was sweating like crazy. He went to the bathroom to get some water to wash his face/legs and got through without incident.
On the train to Hong Kong, Dh talked with an Indian fellow who lived in HongKong. He recommended that we find an Indian taxi driver when we reach HongKong. He told us that their prices were reasonable and that they were trustworthy. Almost immediately upon getting through security, we were approached by an Indian man who said he would like to take us to our hotel in his van. We were thrilled as this would save us having to take two taxis (for all of us and our luggage.) We easily fit into the van and he drove us straight to the hotel, about a 30 minute drive away.
We stayed at the Novotel in Hong Kong; this is the same hotel chain as the one we stayed at in Beijing. This hotel was something else. Ultra modern rooms with glass walls between the room and bathroom with full windows looking out on a glorious view of Hong Kong. We would have loved to spend a day there but unfortunately we arrived after dark and we needed to leave the hotel by 6a.m. We were in such a rush we didn't even have time to photograph what was the funkiest hotel we'll probably ever stay at in our lives. I guess we'll just have to return some day.
May 28
This morning we took an early shuttle to the Hong Kong airport. Everyone tells me that we were thermo scanned as we entered the secure area, but I never noticed. Tells you how oblivious I am. We had a good, noneventful flight to Tokyo. We were not scanned there, although as before we did have to pass through security after de-planing and before catching our connecting flight. I can't quite figure out why we weren't scanned in Tokyo this time. I don't know if they are aware that all of us are going West and the West doesn't care about temps? Or if they are already backing off scanning? Whatever the case, it wasn't an issue.
Of course, today we had no reason to be concerned. We're all perfectly healthy. Now. When the trip is over. Cause we wanted a little excitement while on the trip. To write home about. Cause it would have been boring if we'd all been healthy. Sigh.
We generally had a great 8.5hr flight (flight to Tokyo was 4 hrs.) On the first flight GG had some trouble. He seemed to think that I should give him exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it, or he would let the other passengers on the plane know what a bad mom I was. Quite hilarious, actually. It started with the console control. He wanted to push the buttons. That would have been fine had the flight attendant call button not been on the same control pad. (What IDIOT designed a control pad in your armrest that includes a button to alert all the flight attendants and the entire cabin full of passengers every time a toddlers finger starts wandering????) So I stretched the cord as far as it would go and sat with it behind me all the way to Tokyo. If he couldn't get his way, he'd throw a mini fit and then refuse to look at us, sometimes even going so far as feigning sleep. When we'd give him blankets and pillows and show him how to lean against an armrest and get comfortable, he'd ignore us and lean harder against the unpadded armrest. You had to admire his tenacity.
When LilDude's gluten free breakfast arrived, GG insisted that he get to sample anything he wanted from the tray in any order he chose. When it was finally his turn to eat, he ate a LOT, including one adult-sized scrambled egg breakfast. (Although maybe "adult sized" in regards to plane food is an oxymoron?) Late in the flight he actually fell asleep on Dh's lap. I got a little shut eye myself.
On flight #2, GG again seemed to think he was in charge. I had one thing working in my favor...he did NOT want to sit with Daddy. So when he'd throw a little fit, all I'd have to say was "Daddy?" (as in "Would you like to sit with Daddy now?) Despite my lack of Chinese and his lack of English, we understood each other rather well. At the merest suggestion of Daddy, he'd immediately drop his fit and settle into my lap. Both he and LilDude finally slept; LilDude for about 2 hrs and GG for the last 3 hrs of the flight. And yes, he does suck his thumb when he sleeps. Very cute.
GG is definitely very concerned about staying in my proximity. On the plane when I took LilDude to the bathroom, GG became very concerned. Dh said he immediately settled down when he told him "Mommy. Potty." He is understanding some minimal words (potty!) and definitely understood what Dh told him. On the entire trip he has been very content (except when it gets hot/long) in the Ergo (baby pack). Whenever he'd see me putting it on, he'd rush straight to me, grinning, with his arms up. I think he was comforted to be kept close as we traveled about.
In the US we had to wait in the "foreigners" line to turn in GG's paperwork and go through immigration. We had a very nice immigration officer, among several nice immigration folks who welcomed us home. At customs they glanced at our declaration list and let us go through without even peeking in one bag.
We are thrilled to be home. We've slept a bit. Played a lot. And started the laundry. GG got teary eyed when I was loading photos from the trip and he saw his foster family. But it's all good. They are wonderful people and he has very good reason to cry.
Thank you all so much for your prayers! I'm continuing to post at my main blog talking about GG's adjustment. If you comment, I'll know you're still reading (hint, hint!)
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Special Message
A Different Perspective or "Immense Loss: Walk A Mile in Baby's Booties"
Letter to Family and Friends
Tips for Family and Friends
We're off to HongKong and likely will not have opportunity to post until arrival home on Thursday morning.
While waiting I encourage friends and family to read the above entries from A4everfamily. Hopefully this will prepare each of us to make the transition for GG as smooth as possible.
Letter to Family and Friends
Tips for Family and Friends
We're off to HongKong and likely will not have opportunity to post until arrival home on Thursday morning.
While waiting I encourage friends and family to read the above entries from A4everfamily. Hopefully this will prepare each of us to make the transition for GG as smooth as possible.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
May 26: Guangzhou, Day 4, Play Day
Another relaxing day. We woke up late, ate breakfast, and headed to the
Shaiman Park playground for our first day here without rain. It wasn’t a
big surprise to find that GG loves to play. He and LilDude delighted in
running from one piece of play equipment to another. The only difficult
thing was that he had absolutely no sense of the necessity in staying near
us. If there’d been more people, it would have been easy to lose him. He
just ran and ran. In this park, about half the “play equipment” is for
adults to exercise. We watched military guys work out alongside older
women and young couples. It was truly a gathering place for the whole
neighborhood. We also watched several couples playing badmitten, sans
nets. And probably saw 3-4 couples having wedding photos taken. We have
seen a LOT of wedding couples in China. At least one wedding was at our
hotel in Beijing. I think the Majestic hotel in Nanning had a wedding
party there each day. And here, everyone came out to have photos taken as
soon as we had a sunny day. Couples, particularly brides, are dressed
very elaborately here. Huge, gorgeous wedding dresses. One couple today
looked like they were straight out of Gone With the Wind.
After playing, we stopped at “Jordon’s”, picking up a couple more items,
including a carryon suitcase to bring a few purchases home. Jordon, the
shopkeeper, saw us on the street earlier and invited us into his store.
When Dh told him that we’d actually made purchases there on Sunday, he
apologized profusely for not being there then and invited us to come back
so he could write GG’s name in calligraphy. Jordan told Dh that he is a
Christian. He has a very good reputation amongst adoptive parents on the
internet. Today he gave me a history lesson, talking about how prior to
1977 that Guangdong, Guangxi, and Hunan provinces were all one large
province. He says that it’s not in the history books but that old folks
know about it. He said to be sure to tell GG since Guangxi is his
birthplace.
By this time we were hungry. When we discovered that the island
restaurants close at 2pm and don’t reopen until 5:30 or so, we made a deli
stop, picking up a few simple sandwiches and a California bag of potato
chips. Interesting China fare.
We enjoyed a short nap before I took the kids back to the playground and
Dh & Lizzi went to do a little last minute bargaining on a teaset
I’ve had my eye on. I hate bargaining; they love it. I, unfortunately,
fell in love with the most expensive teaset on this island. It’s the
cutest one I’ve seen, with pictures of Chinese children on it. Again,
unfortunately, it’s a “limited edition” set and they started off by
telling us it would cost 1200RMB. I couldn’t justify that much. One night
as I passed the store they begged me to come back in and look at it. Dh
wasn’t there and he had the money, but I asked if they’d take 800RMB. They
said yes. I still hoped they’d come down further today, but no dice. So I
spent my birthday money. I don’t want to get home and “wish I had.” I
don’t anticipate coming back anytime soon.
Meanwhile, over at the park, things were very busy. A nearby school let
out and big kids were playing along with parents and little kids,
grandparents with babies, and more military guys and folks working out. It
was full. I was afraid to send Dh back to the store again (he’d come
out to tell me the latest) cause I didn’t think I could safely watch both
LilDude and GG at once. So we all played a bit before making our purchase
and heading to dinner.
We tried a new restaurant that I’d heard good things about on the
internet. (It’s the Guangdong/Cantonese restaurant across from Lucy’s,
FYI.) It was delicious and we paid slightly less and received more food
than at the Cow/Bridge. The only thing that was hard to get used to?
Having servers hover around the table, constantly refilling our tea and
filling the kids’ plates. Anakin seemed to take it in stride, however,
and had his plate refilled many times.
The little boys had baths and are now in bed as I type. They both did well
today even though I’m guessing that GG may have had a mild
immunization-related fever. GG gave us a few kisses at Lizzi’s
suggestion. He also hit LilDude a few times, but often as not it was
probably provoked. We were very proud of LilDude in one instance. GG threw a notebook at LilDude’s head in such a way that LilDude would normally have reacted and hit him back. But LilDude was calm. We praised him for not decking his brother! Another thing GG did today was flirt BIG TIME with waitresses. At breakfast he called to them repeatedly so he could grin at them and say ni hao (hello). Since we were the only ones at breakfast, they really played it up, even hiding from him and peeking out. At dinner,
he caught the attention of about 3-5 more waitresses. Several came up and
talked to him in Chinese. They carried on quite the conversation. I have
no idea what they said as I don’t think the waitresses spoke English. GG
spent much of the afternoon writing in a notebook with colored pencils.
We’ve decided that he is trying to write Chinese characters. I don’t know
if he actually knows some specific characters or if he is just imitating
the look of them, but he was marking the paper very precisely.
Anyone recognize this?
Tomorrow Dh has a brief agency meeting in the am and then we all head to
the Consulate from 2:45-5:30 for the adoption ceremony. Then to HongKong
by train.
Shaiman Park playground for our first day here without rain. It wasn’t a
big surprise to find that GG loves to play. He and LilDude delighted in
running from one piece of play equipment to another. The only difficult
thing was that he had absolutely no sense of the necessity in staying near
us. If there’d been more people, it would have been easy to lose him. He
just ran and ran. In this park, about half the “play equipment” is for
adults to exercise. We watched military guys work out alongside older
women and young couples. It was truly a gathering place for the whole
neighborhood. We also watched several couples playing badmitten, sans
nets. And probably saw 3-4 couples having wedding photos taken. We have
seen a LOT of wedding couples in China. At least one wedding was at our
hotel in Beijing. I think the Majestic hotel in Nanning had a wedding
party there each day. And here, everyone came out to have photos taken as
soon as we had a sunny day. Couples, particularly brides, are dressed
very elaborately here. Huge, gorgeous wedding dresses. One couple today
looked like they were straight out of Gone With the Wind.
After playing, we stopped at “Jordon’s”, picking up a couple more items,
including a carryon suitcase to bring a few purchases home. Jordon, the
shopkeeper, saw us on the street earlier and invited us into his store.
When Dh told him that we’d actually made purchases there on Sunday, he
apologized profusely for not being there then and invited us to come back
so he could write GG’s name in calligraphy. Jordan told Dh that he is a
Christian. He has a very good reputation amongst adoptive parents on the
internet. Today he gave me a history lesson, talking about how prior to
1977 that Guangdong, Guangxi, and Hunan provinces were all one large
province. He says that it’s not in the history books but that old folks
know about it. He said to be sure to tell GG since Guangxi is his
birthplace.
By this time we were hungry. When we discovered that the island
restaurants close at 2pm and don’t reopen until 5:30 or so, we made a deli
stop, picking up a few simple sandwiches and a California bag of potato
chips. Interesting China fare.
We enjoyed a short nap before I took the kids back to the playground and
Dh & Lizzi went to do a little last minute bargaining on a teaset
I’ve had my eye on. I hate bargaining; they love it. I, unfortunately,
fell in love with the most expensive teaset on this island. It’s the
cutest one I’ve seen, with pictures of Chinese children on it. Again,
unfortunately, it’s a “limited edition” set and they started off by
telling us it would cost 1200RMB. I couldn’t justify that much. One night
as I passed the store they begged me to come back in and look at it. Dh
wasn’t there and he had the money, but I asked if they’d take 800RMB. They
said yes. I still hoped they’d come down further today, but no dice. So I
spent my birthday money. I don’t want to get home and “wish I had.” I
don’t anticipate coming back anytime soon.
Meanwhile, over at the park, things were very busy. A nearby school let
out and big kids were playing along with parents and little kids,
grandparents with babies, and more military guys and folks working out. It
was full. I was afraid to send Dh back to the store again (he’d come
out to tell me the latest) cause I didn’t think I could safely watch both
LilDude and GG at once. So we all played a bit before making our purchase
and heading to dinner.
We tried a new restaurant that I’d heard good things about on the
internet. (It’s the Guangdong/Cantonese restaurant across from Lucy’s,
FYI.) It was delicious and we paid slightly less and received more food
than at the Cow/Bridge. The only thing that was hard to get used to?
Having servers hover around the table, constantly refilling our tea and
filling the kids’ plates. Anakin seemed to take it in stride, however,
and had his plate refilled many times.
The little boys had baths and are now in bed as I type. They both did well
today even though I’m guessing that GG may have had a mild
immunization-related fever. GG gave us a few kisses at Lizzi’s
suggestion. He also hit LilDude a few times, but often as not it was
probably provoked. We were very proud of LilDude in one instance. GG threw a notebook at LilDude’s head in such a way that LilDude would normally have reacted and hit him back. But LilDude was calm. We praised him for not decking his brother! Another thing GG did today was flirt BIG TIME with waitresses. At breakfast he called to them repeatedly so he could grin at them and say ni hao (hello). Since we were the only ones at breakfast, they really played it up, even hiding from him and peeking out. At dinner,
he caught the attention of about 3-5 more waitresses. Several came up and
talked to him in Chinese. They carried on quite the conversation. I have
no idea what they said as I don’t think the waitresses spoke English. GG
spent much of the afternoon writing in a notebook with colored pencils.
We’ve decided that he is trying to write Chinese characters. I don’t know
if he actually knows some specific characters or if he is just imitating
the look of them, but he was marking the paper very precisely.
Anyone recognize this?Tomorrow Dh has a brief agency meeting in the am and then we all head to
the Consulate from 2:45-5:30 for the adoption ceremony. Then to HongKong
by train.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
May 25: Guangzhou, Day 3, Medical Exam
Breakfast began with GG very happily eating his fill…as long as he could
feed himself. I’m experiencing quite the conflict of interest. When to let
him be independent? And when to force him to rely on me, thereby working
on attachment? With eating, I’ve been leaning more and more toward letting
him feed himself because I think he’s likely to be happier if he’s full.
Especially while we’re still in China. But it is a conflict. Even though
he was in a foster family, he is used to being very independent. He would
even decide when to go to bed at night. The foster mom said that when he
was tired he would just go lay down on a bed and go to sleep. He is also
used to dragging his own bottles around to drink, at least if I can assume
that from the way the foster mom handed him one when we visited. I’ve been
doing one bottle time a day, always holding the bottle for him, but
getting zero eye contact. We were told to do several bottle feedings, but
the agency folks here told us they think the formula has sugar in it and I’m
pretty sure that he’ll get better nutrition from regular food than he will
from multiple doses of Chinese formula.
Which brings me to one of the “I didn’t know about Chinese culture” things
that I discussed with our guide today. I had no idea that the Chinese
consumed so much sugar. It’s everywhere. In everything. GG’s crackers have
a sugar coating on them. His “yogurt drink” (that we were told to give him
3x/day) tastes like pure sugar. His favorite snack drink. All the drinks
that people buy on the street. Soda pop. We haven’t seen pure juice
anywhere outside of our hotels. Our guide says that some younger parents are starting to want non-sugar items for their kids and are having to buy
expensive imports cause it’s just not locally available. Since you can’t
drink the water, people are drinking sugary drinks as an alternative. Even
the “milk” that we were given at the school (labeled “China school milk”)
tasted like someone took a glass of milk, dumped out 95% and then added
thick sugar water back in until it reached capacity. I tasted NO milk in
it. And they didn’t need refrigeration, if that says anything. Our guide
really lamented the fact that they have so few healthy choices.
But back to today…
We gathered with the rest of the agency folks for our kids’ medical exams.
We entered a “medical examination” clinic, which appears to primarily
(completely?) focus on exams for Visas. Thankfully, we were ushered
through a PACKED lobby area where Chinese nationals were waiting and into the “adoptive children” area. There, of course, arises the next conflict…
Does one let one’s child down to play with toys in the room where all the
kids from orphanages and foster homes from the entire country have
recently passed? I’ve been surprised how many parents are delighted
to take their new children to the White Swan’s “Mattel playroom”
(seriously, Mattel is the sponsor and stocked the place) when every bug in
the country (literally) has probably recently passed through that room.
We’ve been perfectly content to play in our hotel room instead!
We waited for quite a while before taking turns in 3 exam rooms:
1. ENT exam—I thought this was pretty funny. (This is for you, Lara.) An
ENT exam consists of someone looking into the child’s ears, nose, and
throat with the naked eye and an occasional glance from a flashlight. I
did hear that one cleft lip baby was actually treated to a tongue
depressor. But that was it.
2. Weigh/measure—He just stepped on a scale to be measured, height/weight. 36”, 27lbs (2 lbs more than when they weighed him in Feb!) I was glad he was big enough to stand on a scale. It didn’t look like they were changing the paper on the baby scale in between babies.
3. Medical check—a doctor took his clothes off and looked him over. It was
more intrusive than I’m used to with our pediatrician, but I complained in
advance to our guide (as I’d heard it could be worse) and she made sure
that it was kept to a minimum.
In the midst of all this GG had to go potty. I’d like to announce that I
successfully took my child potty on a squatty potty for the first time.
“Proud” doesn’t even begin to describe it.
After the three exams all the other kids and parents left.
‘Cept us.
Cause we’re special.
No, actually it’s cause we’re a HAGUE CASE. ARGH! We waited FOREVER (and they actually cut us in line) to get FOUR SHOTS so that he’d be up to date with U.S. standards. All the other kids (not up to date) got to walk right out. And we had to torture him with four. DTP, MMR (and he’d already had the measles shots!!!!), HIB, and Varicella. Nice, huh? At home I put off the other kids’ Varicella til school age. Not allowed here. By order of U.S. government. One thing that was nice, however, was that when I asked
for lot #s, they actually allowed us to take the packaging. So we have the
actual boxes and inserts his vaccines came in. Of course it’s all in
Chinese, but I could read that they were produced by Merck and by
Glaxo/Smith/Kline, so hopefully, they are comparable to what he’d get at
home??? I have no clue. But at least I can hand them to the pediatrician.
GG did very well with his shots. When our guide told him he was getting shots he said “good/okay.” He says that a lot in response to things that are
going to happen to him. He didn’t cry on the first one. The second got a
little teary. The third brought on active crying and looked painful. And
the fourth was quickly over. And the jellybellies helped to make it
easier.
After the shots we had to wait 30 minutes to make sure he didn’t react. We
had a nice chat with the agency staffers. I asked them some more about how
often they have families turn kids down (after two in the last batch.) She
said it was pretty unusual, maybe one a year. (Although at one point she
said “province” so it was a little unclear whether she meant one case in
the whole country or one case per province per year.) She said sometimes
the local province hospital doesn’t have the resources to make a correct
dx and incomplete info is sent to CCAA. Then, by the time the adoptive
parents arrive, a progressive condition looks significantly worse. In this
last batch, it sounded like that was the case for one family and in the
case of the other family they were simply unprepared for the reality of
development in a post-institutionalized child. Those are the ones that
frustrate me on several levels. They left without any child; the other
family was given a new referral.
As we were leaving the clinic, I asked our guide to tell GG we were returning
to the hotel. (Earlier, when we were forced to wait after the shots, he’d
told her that he wanted to go back to the hotel; she told him he had to
wait a while.) She asked if he was hungry. I told her to tell him we were
going to go eat. He told her, “I not hungry. I want to go to hotel and
watch t.v.” I thought that was pretty funny. Although he’s watched a tiny
bit of Chinese cartoons in the hotel, he hasn’t seemed very interested in
the t.v. unless you count pushing the remote control buttons.
We had another nice lunch at Cow & Bridge (Thai restaurant that tastes
like good Chinese food.) Then naps. Then we took a cab ride to a market
that another family suggested we visit. This is a 6 story indoor market
filled way past capacity with teeny tiny shops. Each shop holds very
specific content such as clocks, Hello Kitty stuff, key rings, hair
ornaments, etc. Shopkeepers come here to buy bulk items at wholesale
prices. So, for example, you might get one keychain for 8RMB, 10 for
6RMB/each, or 20 for 3RMB/each. The amount of stuff was dizzifying.
Sensory overload and consumerism at it’s worst! We went through several
floors and the kids and I tired of it. We aren’t very good consumers. My
back hurt from carrying a squirming GG who quickly finished the three
packages of crackers I’d brought for emergencies. So only a few hours
later it was time to find a cab. But the bulk of humanity was leaving this
place. People everywhere. Cars, buses, bikes everywhere. Full taxis
everywhere. Empty taxis nowhere. We walked up one block and down another, trying to find an empty taxi. We were very hot, tired, and sticky. We
finally found an empty taxi and were only too happy to finally sit in a
stifling hot seat and join the other bazillion vehicles inching their way
forward. At one point I was a little disconcerted to see headlights all
pointing toward us—on both sides of our vehicle. But we made it back in
one piece. Gave two boys baths. And put them to bed where they are both
laying awake as I type.
LilDude has been really struggling. Despite feeling much better and getting
enough sleep, he is pretty much constantly in a bad mood. We’ve done
everything we can think of to help him, but nothing seems to be working. I
think it’s time to take him home. Time to take all of us home! GG, in
contrast, seems to be (at least outwardly) doing pretty well. Eating is
good as long as he does it himself. Sleeping is good. He likes to giggle
and play with us. He occasionally hits one of the other kids too hard, but
we take his hand and stroke the other child and say “gentle” and he’ll
usually imitate us. Yesterday/today he started something that I hope is a
fluke. Spitting. A couple different times he looked right at me, hugely
grinned, and spit. One time it was while waiting for lunch. He was sitting
in the high chair at my elbow, gave me a super big grin and leaned over
and spit (patooey!) in my lap. So far, my tendency is to show no reaction
as I think that will probably get me farther than saying no.
Tomorrow we relax while our agency works on getting GG’s Visa at the Consulate appointment. Wednesday we have the adoption ceremony and head to the train station at 6:15 to go to Hong Kong. Then we leave very early Thursday morning from HongKong, first to Toyko, then home. Apparently, they are temp scanning at both the train station and the hotel in Hong Kong. I’m grateful for every bit of temp med we have! Shoot, just the shots alone are likely to cause a fever for GG, at least tomorrow.
Miss you all!
feed himself. I’m experiencing quite the conflict of interest. When to let
him be independent? And when to force him to rely on me, thereby working
on attachment? With eating, I’ve been leaning more and more toward letting
him feed himself because I think he’s likely to be happier if he’s full.
Especially while we’re still in China. But it is a conflict. Even though
he was in a foster family, he is used to being very independent. He would
even decide when to go to bed at night. The foster mom said that when he
was tired he would just go lay down on a bed and go to sleep. He is also
used to dragging his own bottles around to drink, at least if I can assume
that from the way the foster mom handed him one when we visited. I’ve been
doing one bottle time a day, always holding the bottle for him, but
getting zero eye contact. We were told to do several bottle feedings, but
the agency folks here told us they think the formula has sugar in it and I’m
pretty sure that he’ll get better nutrition from regular food than he will
from multiple doses of Chinese formula.
Which brings me to one of the “I didn’t know about Chinese culture” things
that I discussed with our guide today. I had no idea that the Chinese
consumed so much sugar. It’s everywhere. In everything. GG’s crackers have
a sugar coating on them. His “yogurt drink” (that we were told to give him
3x/day) tastes like pure sugar. His favorite snack drink. All the drinks
that people buy on the street. Soda pop. We haven’t seen pure juice
anywhere outside of our hotels. Our guide says that some younger parents are starting to want non-sugar items for their kids and are having to buy
expensive imports cause it’s just not locally available. Since you can’t
drink the water, people are drinking sugary drinks as an alternative. Even
the “milk” that we were given at the school (labeled “China school milk”)
tasted like someone took a glass of milk, dumped out 95% and then added
thick sugar water back in until it reached capacity. I tasted NO milk in
it. And they didn’t need refrigeration, if that says anything. Our guide
really lamented the fact that they have so few healthy choices.
But back to today…
We gathered with the rest of the agency folks for our kids’ medical exams.
We entered a “medical examination” clinic, which appears to primarily
(completely?) focus on exams for Visas. Thankfully, we were ushered
through a PACKED lobby area where Chinese nationals were waiting and into the “adoptive children” area. There, of course, arises the next conflict…
Does one let one’s child down to play with toys in the room where all the
kids from orphanages and foster homes from the entire country have
recently passed? I’ve been surprised how many parents are delighted
to take their new children to the White Swan’s “Mattel playroom”
(seriously, Mattel is the sponsor and stocked the place) when every bug in
the country (literally) has probably recently passed through that room.
We’ve been perfectly content to play in our hotel room instead!
We waited for quite a while before taking turns in 3 exam rooms:
1. ENT exam—I thought this was pretty funny. (This is for you, Lara.) An
ENT exam consists of someone looking into the child’s ears, nose, and
throat with the naked eye and an occasional glance from a flashlight. I
did hear that one cleft lip baby was actually treated to a tongue
depressor. But that was it.
2. Weigh/measure—He just stepped on a scale to be measured, height/weight. 36”, 27lbs (2 lbs more than when they weighed him in Feb!) I was glad he was big enough to stand on a scale. It didn’t look like they were changing the paper on the baby scale in between babies.
3. Medical check—a doctor took his clothes off and looked him over. It was
more intrusive than I’m used to with our pediatrician, but I complained in
advance to our guide (as I’d heard it could be worse) and she made sure
that it was kept to a minimum.
In the midst of all this GG had to go potty. I’d like to announce that I
successfully took my child potty on a squatty potty for the first time.
“Proud” doesn’t even begin to describe it.
After the three exams all the other kids and parents left.
‘Cept us.
Cause we’re special.
No, actually it’s cause we’re a HAGUE CASE. ARGH! We waited FOREVER (and they actually cut us in line) to get FOUR SHOTS so that he’d be up to date with U.S. standards. All the other kids (not up to date) got to walk right out. And we had to torture him with four. DTP, MMR (and he’d already had the measles shots!!!!), HIB, and Varicella. Nice, huh? At home I put off the other kids’ Varicella til school age. Not allowed here. By order of U.S. government. One thing that was nice, however, was that when I asked
for lot #s, they actually allowed us to take the packaging. So we have the
actual boxes and inserts his vaccines came in. Of course it’s all in
Chinese, but I could read that they were produced by Merck and by
Glaxo/Smith/Kline, so hopefully, they are comparable to what he’d get at
home??? I have no clue. But at least I can hand them to the pediatrician.
GG did very well with his shots. When our guide told him he was getting shots he said “good/okay.” He says that a lot in response to things that are
going to happen to him. He didn’t cry on the first one. The second got a
little teary. The third brought on active crying and looked painful. And
the fourth was quickly over. And the jellybellies helped to make it
easier.
After the shots we had to wait 30 minutes to make sure he didn’t react. We
had a nice chat with the agency staffers. I asked them some more about how
often they have families turn kids down (after two in the last batch.) She
said it was pretty unusual, maybe one a year. (Although at one point she
said “province” so it was a little unclear whether she meant one case in
the whole country or one case per province per year.) She said sometimes
the local province hospital doesn’t have the resources to make a correct
dx and incomplete info is sent to CCAA. Then, by the time the adoptive
parents arrive, a progressive condition looks significantly worse. In this
last batch, it sounded like that was the case for one family and in the
case of the other family they were simply unprepared for the reality of
development in a post-institutionalized child. Those are the ones that
frustrate me on several levels. They left without any child; the other
family was given a new referral.
As we were leaving the clinic, I asked our guide to tell GG we were returning
to the hotel. (Earlier, when we were forced to wait after the shots, he’d
told her that he wanted to go back to the hotel; she told him he had to
wait a while.) She asked if he was hungry. I told her to tell him we were
going to go eat. He told her, “I not hungry. I want to go to hotel and
watch t.v.” I thought that was pretty funny. Although he’s watched a tiny
bit of Chinese cartoons in the hotel, he hasn’t seemed very interested in
the t.v. unless you count pushing the remote control buttons.
We had another nice lunch at Cow & Bridge (Thai restaurant that tastes
like good Chinese food.) Then naps. Then we took a cab ride to a market
that another family suggested we visit. This is a 6 story indoor market
filled way past capacity with teeny tiny shops. Each shop holds very
specific content such as clocks, Hello Kitty stuff, key rings, hair
ornaments, etc. Shopkeepers come here to buy bulk items at wholesale
prices. So, for example, you might get one keychain for 8RMB, 10 for
6RMB/each, or 20 for 3RMB/each. The amount of stuff was dizzifying.
Sensory overload and consumerism at it’s worst! We went through several
floors and the kids and I tired of it. We aren’t very good consumers. My
back hurt from carrying a squirming GG who quickly finished the three
packages of crackers I’d brought for emergencies. So only a few hours
later it was time to find a cab. But the bulk of humanity was leaving this
place. People everywhere. Cars, buses, bikes everywhere. Full taxis
everywhere. Empty taxis nowhere. We walked up one block and down another, trying to find an empty taxi. We were very hot, tired, and sticky. We
finally found an empty taxi and were only too happy to finally sit in a
stifling hot seat and join the other bazillion vehicles inching their way
forward. At one point I was a little disconcerted to see headlights all
pointing toward us—on both sides of our vehicle. But we made it back in
one piece. Gave two boys baths. And put them to bed where they are both
laying awake as I type.
LilDude has been really struggling. Despite feeling much better and getting
enough sleep, he is pretty much constantly in a bad mood. We’ve done
everything we can think of to help him, but nothing seems to be working. I
think it’s time to take him home. Time to take all of us home! GG, in
contrast, seems to be (at least outwardly) doing pretty well. Eating is
good as long as he does it himself. Sleeping is good. He likes to giggle
and play with us. He occasionally hits one of the other kids too hard, but
we take his hand and stroke the other child and say “gentle” and he’ll
usually imitate us. Yesterday/today he started something that I hope is a
fluke. Spitting. A couple different times he looked right at me, hugely
grinned, and spit. One time it was while waiting for lunch. He was sitting
in the high chair at my elbow, gave me a super big grin and leaned over
and spit (patooey!) in my lap. So far, my tendency is to show no reaction
as I think that will probably get me farther than saying no.
Tomorrow we relax while our agency works on getting GG’s Visa at the Consulate appointment. Wednesday we have the adoption ceremony and head to the train station at 6:15 to go to Hong Kong. Then we leave very early Thursday morning from HongKong, first to Toyko, then home. Apparently, they are temp scanning at both the train station and the hotel in Hong Kong. I’m grateful for every bit of temp med we have! Shoot, just the shots alone are likely to cause a fever for GG, at least tomorrow.
Miss you all!
Monday, June 1, 2009
May 24: Guangzhou, Day 2, Shopping
What a blessedly uneventful day!
GG woke up happy around 7:15 and delighted in turning on the lights and
awaking jie-jie (older sister.) Our room was up and ready to go fairly
early, but the boys (specifically Anakin & LilDude) slept until well after
9am, giving LilDude a 14-hour night. He seemed better today with only
minimal cold symptoms and very little ear pain.
After breakfast, we decided to try our luck at shopping. Dh, in
particular, enjoyed bargaining. He searched for a chess set and wanted to
visit several shops to find the one he wanted most. This worked in his
favor as clerks would start out telling him a particular set was 320RMB
and then follow him out of the store saying it was now 150RMB. After
comparison shopping he went back to the 150 location and was told it was
200. When he reminded them that they’d said 150, they said, “Ah, good
memory” and gave him the price agreed upon.
We broke up the afternoon with naps and then shopped a bit more before
meeting the rest of the group for a good, but very expensive Italian meal.
You know you’re in trouble when a can of soda is 28RMB (or about $4 U.S.)
But the meal gave us new insights into GG’s tastes; apparently, lasagna is
on the “okay” list. He was quite disappointed to learn that his meal was
limited to what our family ordered; he was only too happy to make friends
with the people sitting opposite us when he thought their pizza looked
better than what we were having.
It’s sorta the same lesson he learned later in the day…that “just because
you hold a toy in a store doesn’t mean it’s yours.” Tonight at dinner, one
mom in our group (who also happens to have 5 kids and also adopted a
3-year-old who is only 3 days younger than GG), said that she is convinced
that shopkeepers are telling our kids to “pick up the toys you want and
tell mom and dad to get it for you,”…all in Chinese, of course. I
seriously thought one clerk must have told him that today. She followed us
around and handed him a series of toys. I had to pry several out of his
hot little hands (accompanied by screaming.) You might say, “Why didn’t
those mean parents just buy him the toys?” Hehe. You want to spend 13+
hours on a plane with a toy that sings the exact same, loud, annoying
electronic phrase in Chinese??? Hmmmm???? If so, come to China! They have
a wide variety of very loud, cheap, electronic toys to choose from.
It rained most of the day. We put away our umbrellas for the walk back to
the hotel from the restaurant. That was it for dry skies. I’m again in a
room with two boys who are supposed to be sleeping. LilDude went right to
sleep. GG has gotten up about 6 times or more. I just carry him back to
bed, give him a kiss, and say night night.
Tomorrow are medical examinations for all the kids. And SHOTS for GG. One
of the new, unfortunate realities of the Hague convention is that he must
be completely caught up on his shots in order to enter the U.S. Anyone
else find it ironic that although he is my child, I cannot control whether
or not he gets shots? If I was on U.S. soil I could. But since I’m here,
the U.S. government is forcing me to get my child shots…shots that may
very likely be substandard and will have to be redone, stateside. Hague
children are routinely having to get between two and six shots at their
appointments. Nice thing to do right before flying, dontcha think? If they
don’t already have a fever for some other reason, six shots is surely
enough to give them cause.
It was a great, uneventful day. Very thankful.
GG woke up happy around 7:15 and delighted in turning on the lights and
awaking jie-jie (older sister.) Our room was up and ready to go fairly
early, but the boys (specifically Anakin & LilDude) slept until well after
9am, giving LilDude a 14-hour night. He seemed better today with only
minimal cold symptoms and very little ear pain.
After breakfast, we decided to try our luck at shopping. Dh, in
particular, enjoyed bargaining. He searched for a chess set and wanted to
visit several shops to find the one he wanted most. This worked in his
favor as clerks would start out telling him a particular set was 320RMB
and then follow him out of the store saying it was now 150RMB. After
comparison shopping he went back to the 150 location and was told it was
200. When he reminded them that they’d said 150, they said, “Ah, good
memory” and gave him the price agreed upon.
We broke up the afternoon with naps and then shopped a bit more before
meeting the rest of the group for a good, but very expensive Italian meal.
You know you’re in trouble when a can of soda is 28RMB (or about $4 U.S.)
But the meal gave us new insights into GG’s tastes; apparently, lasagna is
on the “okay” list. He was quite disappointed to learn that his meal was
limited to what our family ordered; he was only too happy to make friends
with the people sitting opposite us when he thought their pizza looked
better than what we were having.
It’s sorta the same lesson he learned later in the day…that “just because
you hold a toy in a store doesn’t mean it’s yours.” Tonight at dinner, one
mom in our group (who also happens to have 5 kids and also adopted a
3-year-old who is only 3 days younger than GG), said that she is convinced
that shopkeepers are telling our kids to “pick up the toys you want and
tell mom and dad to get it for you,”…all in Chinese, of course. I
seriously thought one clerk must have told him that today. She followed us
around and handed him a series of toys. I had to pry several out of his
hot little hands (accompanied by screaming.) You might say, “Why didn’t
those mean parents just buy him the toys?” Hehe. You want to spend 13+
hours on a plane with a toy that sings the exact same, loud, annoying
electronic phrase in Chinese??? Hmmmm???? If so, come to China! They have
a wide variety of very loud, cheap, electronic toys to choose from.
It rained most of the day. We put away our umbrellas for the walk back to
the hotel from the restaurant. That was it for dry skies. I’m again in a
room with two boys who are supposed to be sleeping. LilDude went right to
sleep. GG has gotten up about 6 times or more. I just carry him back to
bed, give him a kiss, and say night night.
Tomorrow are medical examinations for all the kids. And SHOTS for GG. One
of the new, unfortunate realities of the Hague convention is that he must
be completely caught up on his shots in order to enter the U.S. Anyone
else find it ironic that although he is my child, I cannot control whether
or not he gets shots? If I was on U.S. soil I could. But since I’m here,
the U.S. government is forcing me to get my child shots…shots that may
very likely be substandard and will have to be redone, stateside. Hague
children are routinely having to get between two and six shots at their
appointments. Nice thing to do right before flying, dontcha think? If they
don’t already have a fever for some other reason, six shots is surely
enough to give them cause.
It was a great, uneventful day. Very thankful.
May 23: Guangzhou, Day 1, Agency Mtg. & Shopping
Day started off with LilDude awaking with an earache (a 9 on a scale of
1-10) and another fever. If he makes it through this trip with one healthy
day, we will consider ourselves fortunate. It isn’t unusual for him to get
a fever with a cold…that seems to be how his body works. But this has been
ridiculous. It’s probably a combination of factors. Stress, for sure.
Constant travel—esp the altitude involved with flying. Tons of
smog/pollution. Eating and sleeping changes. Let’s see, is there anything
else left??? ; ) I don’t regret bringing the kids at all—this has been
the trip of a lifetime and I think their presence made things easier on GG
—but the constant fight to get/stay healthy has been hard.
We put LilDude back to bed and he slept in along with GG. Everyone else but
me went down to breakfast. But when both boys woke up, I went ahead and
took them down. We had to hurry as we were to meet the other families
for a paperwork meeting at 10. The breakfast buffet is okay here. Not
like our first, awesome, buffet, but okay…especially in comparison to the
Majestic in Nanning. At least this food isn’t greasy. We feel VERY
fortunate to have booked the Victory here in Guangzhou. If you’re an
adoptive parent, you know that there is a constant debate on forums about
what’s better…Victory or White Swan? Well, for our family it was a
no-brainer as the White Swan would have doubled our cost. But we feel
fortunate anyway. Our rooms are HUGE and beautiful while we’ve heard that
the White Swan’s are small. We have free internet access (300RMB at WS) as
well as a computer in our room. We also have a reverse osmosis water
faucet in our room so we can drink the water. The only down side to our
accommodation is that we have no door between our rooms, so we do a lot of
traipsing back and forth in the hallway. I was prepared to be jealous of
the WS’s pool, but it’s too rainy/cool to swim outdoors anyway. Ever since
we’ve arrived it’s been POURING rain. Not just NW-type rain. But
DRENCHING rain. It’s not hot. Just humid/rainy. Even the rooms feel kinda
wet. It’s like you can’t escape the wet feel. I’m wondering how the
laundry I washed and hung up in the bathroom is ever going to dry. Today
we watched people hanging laundry from their apartment balconies and I
wondered the same thing. But at least it’s not terribly hot. I’d take rain over excruciating heat any day.
We met five other agency families this morning at the White Swan office to
compile paperwork. It’s the first time since Beijing that we’ve been able
to see the families that we started out with; it’s been fun to catch up
with them and see their new children. The meeting took about an hour.
About 3/4 of the way into the meeting GG started saying something to me
over and over. I finally asked the guide what he was saying.
She laughed. “He has to pee.” That’s one thing about adopting a
3-year-old…the communicating is really frustrating. “Why can’t these crazy
people understand when I talk?” We must look really pathetic to him at
times.
Another tough thing about adopting a 3-year-old? They naturally want to be
independent. And they have their own way of doing things that are already
ingrained. So when you won’t let them take a heavy, glass hotel cup full
of water and walk away, it can get a little tense, to put it mildly.
After the meeting, GG posed for a quick Visa photo and we headed back to
the hotel. We relaxed and hung out a bit before heading to a Thai
restaurant (Cow and Bridge) for lunch. We enjoyed a variety of dishes
there. Well, most of us did. Like most meals this week, GG refuses to eat
much of anything. Lately we seem to hit and miss. He’ll eat one good meal
every once-in-a-while (enough to keep him from starving.) For example,
yesterday afternoon he allowed me to feed him a bowl of congee and a
little fried rice before we left Nanning. But then nothing at breakfast
except one bite of watermelon. He did take one bottle later, but that’s
it. So by lunch, he should have been starving.
The waitress brought a basket of some kind of chips. Not sure what they
were but they tasted a little seafoody and had a spicy nip. He asked for a
chip and I gave him one. He asked for and received another. Meanwhile,
lunch arrives. He REFUSES to eat anything but chips. So today he learned
the art of compromise. I would let him eat his chip (and continue to give
him new ones) as long as I could feed him a bite of something else in
between. So one bite of chip, one bite of noodles. Another bite of chip, a
bite of veggies. At one point he spit a mouthful out; apparently, sweet
and sour sauce is NOT to his liking. From what we can tell from the foster
home, I do think he is used to a lot of sweets. So real food might be a
change. They said he’d eat anything and didn’t have anything he didn’t
like. But perhaps he didn’t have any desserts he didn’t like??? Or perhaps
he always got to do what he wanted in regards to food? Anyway, he and I
very skillfully compromised at lunch. I was proud of us both.
After lunch we joined some of the other families for a bus ride to
the pearl/jade market. Lizzi & Anakin both had fun bargaining (with
Dh’s help) for some stuff they wanted. I can’t say that I really wanted
anything. So I mostly wandered, trying to keep two very hot/humid/sticky
little boys from going nuts. I was only successful part of the time.
You might say that all of the families in our group are pooped. Just wiped
out. It feels like we’ve been constantly on the run for weeks…and now
we’re on the run with tired, grieving children that we barely know.
Tomorrow will be a much-anticipated day of rest. The only thing on the
agenda is a group meal at an Italian restaurant. All the families are
happy to have a day off. Sounds like the staff here is wiped, too.
Apparently, they just finished with a group of 19 families that included
the family that was quarantined in Beijing as well as 2 families who
didn't complete their adoptions. As you’ll recall, I mentioned earlier
that one of the families in a blog I was following decided not to bring
their daughter home. It seems to be an ever-growing phenomenon. I don’t
know why. As someone who frequently hears from families who are
disrupting, I would say that I’d prefer they not start than decide to quit
later. I wonder if the long waits for the non-special needs China program
is causing families to try to jump ahead by getting in the special needs
line and are then finding that they are ill-prepared for what awaits them.
I don’t know. The stories that I’ve heard most recently lead me to believe
that some folks are very unrealistic about what it means to adopt children who
are coming from institutional backgrounds. You don’t adopt a child from an
orphanage and expect them to be on-target, developmentally. It’s just not
realistic. I’m hearing about families who are upset because their children
aren’t speaking or walking or interacting the way “they are supposed to.”
The sad thing is that, for many of these kids, time and some work can
change a lot. It may not “cure” everything, but getting them home and into
a stimulating environment can certainly make a difference. But I don't know.
I'm certainly not in their shoes. But I've now heard of 4 of these situations
that have occurred in the last 3 weeks. That seems excessive.
After the market we went to the mall. It too was hot/sticky and I again
tried to entertain two little boys while Lizzi, Anakin, and Dh
focused on shopping for Cds. It’s funny how the clerks try to entice you.
EVERYTHING will work on our DVD players, according to them. And if we’re
uncertain about one DVD, they’ll be happy to pull a pirated copy out of
the drawer and sell you that one…one that they’re sure works. And when you
express doubt that you’ll make it through customs with it, they assure you
that ALL the foreigners buy at this store and they ALL buy these DVDs.
We returned to the hotel and gave the two little boys baths. And to make
sure we weren’t bored, LilDude had a good long cry with Daddy and GG had a
good long cry with first me, and later Daddy. GG has had several cries
today. He’s definitely grieving hard but doing his best to hold it
together. On the one hand, all the shopping makes it hard to get him on
any kind of schedule. On the other hand, shopping and lots of people and
new places are a good distraction. I figure there are probably only so
many tears one can effectively cry in a day anyhow. But he sure did his
fair share today. Poor little guy.
Both boys went down for the night around 7pm. LilDude was resistant about
going but went right to sleep. GG was happy to go but tossed and turned in
bed for about an hour. He finally got up by himself and walked toward the
bathroom even though it was pitch dark in there. (He is TOTALLY Mr.
Independent and won’t let you do anything for him if he can help it.) I
intercepted him, took him potty, and put him back to bed where he feel
asleep in a few minutes. So both are asleep in my bed as I type. The other
three went next door to Subway and brought me back a sandwich—slightly
pathetic as I requested one free of anything that could have been washed
in water—no lettuce, no tomato, no peppers, etc. I have enjoyed good
health so far and intend to do my best to keep it that way.
Prayer requests for good health. And the general physical, mental and
emotional stamina to make it through the next week. We love China but look
forward to coming home. It will be nice to try to find “normal”
again…whatever that is. ; ) Right now, we’re all POOPED!
1-10) and another fever. If he makes it through this trip with one healthy
day, we will consider ourselves fortunate. It isn’t unusual for him to get
a fever with a cold…that seems to be how his body works. But this has been
ridiculous. It’s probably a combination of factors. Stress, for sure.
Constant travel—esp the altitude involved with flying. Tons of
smog/pollution. Eating and sleeping changes. Let’s see, is there anything
else left??? ; ) I don’t regret bringing the kids at all—this has been
the trip of a lifetime and I think their presence made things easier on GG
—but the constant fight to get/stay healthy has been hard.
We put LilDude back to bed and he slept in along with GG. Everyone else but
me went down to breakfast. But when both boys woke up, I went ahead and
took them down. We had to hurry as we were to meet the other families
for a paperwork meeting at 10. The breakfast buffet is okay here. Not
like our first, awesome, buffet, but okay…especially in comparison to the
Majestic in Nanning. At least this food isn’t greasy. We feel VERY
fortunate to have booked the Victory here in Guangzhou. If you’re an
adoptive parent, you know that there is a constant debate on forums about
what’s better…Victory or White Swan? Well, for our family it was a
no-brainer as the White Swan would have doubled our cost. But we feel
fortunate anyway. Our rooms are HUGE and beautiful while we’ve heard that
the White Swan’s are small. We have free internet access (300RMB at WS) as
well as a computer in our room. We also have a reverse osmosis water
faucet in our room so we can drink the water. The only down side to our
accommodation is that we have no door between our rooms, so we do a lot of
traipsing back and forth in the hallway. I was prepared to be jealous of
the WS’s pool, but it’s too rainy/cool to swim outdoors anyway. Ever since
we’ve arrived it’s been POURING rain. Not just NW-type rain. But
DRENCHING rain. It’s not hot. Just humid/rainy. Even the rooms feel kinda
wet. It’s like you can’t escape the wet feel. I’m wondering how the
laundry I washed and hung up in the bathroom is ever going to dry. Today
we watched people hanging laundry from their apartment balconies and I
wondered the same thing. But at least it’s not terribly hot. I’d take rain over excruciating heat any day.
We met five other agency families this morning at the White Swan office to
compile paperwork. It’s the first time since Beijing that we’ve been able
to see the families that we started out with; it’s been fun to catch up
with them and see their new children. The meeting took about an hour.
About 3/4 of the way into the meeting GG started saying something to me
over and over. I finally asked the guide what he was saying.
She laughed. “He has to pee.” That’s one thing about adopting a
3-year-old…the communicating is really frustrating. “Why can’t these crazy
people understand when I talk?” We must look really pathetic to him at
times.
Another tough thing about adopting a 3-year-old? They naturally want to be
independent. And they have their own way of doing things that are already
ingrained. So when you won’t let them take a heavy, glass hotel cup full
of water and walk away, it can get a little tense, to put it mildly.
After the meeting, GG posed for a quick Visa photo and we headed back to
the hotel. We relaxed and hung out a bit before heading to a Thai
restaurant (Cow and Bridge) for lunch. We enjoyed a variety of dishes
there. Well, most of us did. Like most meals this week, GG refuses to eat
much of anything. Lately we seem to hit and miss. He’ll eat one good meal
every once-in-a-while (enough to keep him from starving.) For example,
yesterday afternoon he allowed me to feed him a bowl of congee and a
little fried rice before we left Nanning. But then nothing at breakfast
except one bite of watermelon. He did take one bottle later, but that’s
it. So by lunch, he should have been starving.
The waitress brought a basket of some kind of chips. Not sure what they
were but they tasted a little seafoody and had a spicy nip. He asked for a
chip and I gave him one. He asked for and received another. Meanwhile,
lunch arrives. He REFUSES to eat anything but chips. So today he learned
the art of compromise. I would let him eat his chip (and continue to give
him new ones) as long as I could feed him a bite of something else in
between. So one bite of chip, one bite of noodles. Another bite of chip, a
bite of veggies. At one point he spit a mouthful out; apparently, sweet
and sour sauce is NOT to his liking. From what we can tell from the foster
home, I do think he is used to a lot of sweets. So real food might be a
change. They said he’d eat anything and didn’t have anything he didn’t
like. But perhaps he didn’t have any desserts he didn’t like??? Or perhaps
he always got to do what he wanted in regards to food? Anyway, he and I
very skillfully compromised at lunch. I was proud of us both.
After lunch we joined some of the other families for a bus ride to
the pearl/jade market. Lizzi & Anakin both had fun bargaining (with
Dh’s help) for some stuff they wanted. I can’t say that I really wanted
anything. So I mostly wandered, trying to keep two very hot/humid/sticky
little boys from going nuts. I was only successful part of the time.
You might say that all of the families in our group are pooped. Just wiped
out. It feels like we’ve been constantly on the run for weeks…and now
we’re on the run with tired, grieving children that we barely know.
Tomorrow will be a much-anticipated day of rest. The only thing on the
agenda is a group meal at an Italian restaurant. All the families are
happy to have a day off. Sounds like the staff here is wiped, too.
Apparently, they just finished with a group of 19 families that included
the family that was quarantined in Beijing as well as 2 families who
didn't complete their adoptions. As you’ll recall, I mentioned earlier
that one of the families in a blog I was following decided not to bring
their daughter home. It seems to be an ever-growing phenomenon. I don’t
know why. As someone who frequently hears from families who are
disrupting, I would say that I’d prefer they not start than decide to quit
later. I wonder if the long waits for the non-special needs China program
is causing families to try to jump ahead by getting in the special needs
line and are then finding that they are ill-prepared for what awaits them.
I don’t know. The stories that I’ve heard most recently lead me to believe
that some folks are very unrealistic about what it means to adopt children who
are coming from institutional backgrounds. You don’t adopt a child from an
orphanage and expect them to be on-target, developmentally. It’s just not
realistic. I’m hearing about families who are upset because their children
aren’t speaking or walking or interacting the way “they are supposed to.”
The sad thing is that, for many of these kids, time and some work can
change a lot. It may not “cure” everything, but getting them home and into
a stimulating environment can certainly make a difference. But I don't know.
I'm certainly not in their shoes. But I've now heard of 4 of these situations
that have occurred in the last 3 weeks. That seems excessive.
After the market we went to the mall. It too was hot/sticky and I again
tried to entertain two little boys while Lizzi, Anakin, and Dh
focused on shopping for Cds. It’s funny how the clerks try to entice you.
EVERYTHING will work on our DVD players, according to them. And if we’re
uncertain about one DVD, they’ll be happy to pull a pirated copy out of
the drawer and sell you that one…one that they’re sure works. And when you
express doubt that you’ll make it through customs with it, they assure you
that ALL the foreigners buy at this store and they ALL buy these DVDs.
We returned to the hotel and gave the two little boys baths. And to make
sure we weren’t bored, LilDude had a good long cry with Daddy and GG had a
good long cry with first me, and later Daddy. GG has had several cries
today. He’s definitely grieving hard but doing his best to hold it
together. On the one hand, all the shopping makes it hard to get him on
any kind of schedule. On the other hand, shopping and lots of people and
new places are a good distraction. I figure there are probably only so
many tears one can effectively cry in a day anyhow. But he sure did his
fair share today. Poor little guy.
Both boys went down for the night around 7pm. LilDude was resistant about
going but went right to sleep. GG was happy to go but tossed and turned in
bed for about an hour. He finally got up by himself and walked toward the
bathroom even though it was pitch dark in there. (He is TOTALLY Mr.
Independent and won’t let you do anything for him if he can help it.) I
intercepted him, took him potty, and put him back to bed where he feel
asleep in a few minutes. So both are asleep in my bed as I type. The other
three went next door to Subway and brought me back a sandwich—slightly
pathetic as I requested one free of anything that could have been washed
in water—no lettuce, no tomato, no peppers, etc. I have enjoyed good
health so far and intend to do my best to keep it that way.
Prayer requests for good health. And the general physical, mental and
emotional stamina to make it through the next week. We love China but look
forward to coming home. It will be nice to try to find “normal”
again…whatever that is. ; ) Right now, we’re all POOPED!
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