So, it’s fair to say our lives have been a bit of up and down for the past couple of days. You have to admit, it’s never boring.
Yesterday continued that trend. We had two errands to run: first, to the travel clinic to get all our necessary injections for our trip to pick up our daughter, and second, to the agency to talk about the stupid bureaucratic logjam we’re currently in… but at the same time, on a happier note, to drop off the first present we can give to our baby girl.
So we were up and out really early yesterday, because our city’s travel clinic doesn’t have the facility to deal with some of the more “unusual” travel opportunities and the injections and drugs required. So we had to drive into the next city, which is bigger and their clinic better equipped.
We were feeling pretty upbeat, mostly because we were so frigging tired from the emotional day before. So we happily went into our appointment at the Public Health office and listened attentively to all the information they had to offer about prevention of infection while we are in Ethiopia. (But we also absorbed next to none of it, so it’s a good thing they sent us off with a folder of information.) And because of our somewhat tired and giddy moods, we happily agreed to whatever injections were on offer.
And an hour and 3 needles apiece later, we left with arms full of typhoid, yellow fever, and polio injections. And a paper bag containing an apparently bland raspberry beverage to fight off cholera and other intestinal distress. Or something. I have no idea.
So Typhoid BDH and myself headed off to the agency, where we met with our 2nd consecutive fab case worker. (After a really rough start with this agency, we’ve had 2 great case workers in a row! Yay!) And that is when we handed over this:
Once a child is legally declared to be adopted, their family can send along a package of toys and whatnot for the child, that will travel with the next person in the agency to visit the transition home in Addis.
Now, you’ll remember a while back, just after our referral came through, there was a meeting of the Mystery Baby Welcoming Committee in which discussions were had as to who would be accompanying Pooh Bear Picture Frame to Ethiopia as part of the Special Advance Travelling Welcoming Sub-Committee.
Well, after much deliberation and discussion of the various merits of all members of the Committee, and having it pointed out that whoever goes must fit into a ziploc bag of limited size, the Committee came to an agreement. And so, we have the following, en route to Ethiopia in short order:
The package contains one photo of mom and dad (us) in a soft plush Winnie the Pooh picture frame (that is also a music box, playing the Winnie the Pooh song), one photo each of mom and dad for the wall beside baby’s crib, two onesies with “Canada” logos on them, and Giraffe lovey blanket which also doubles as a rattle (giraffes having been a bit of a theme for us during this whole process).
I know everyone wanted to go along, but a ziploc is not very big. Besides, our daughter’s only little. She can’t read. She can’t play with much stuff yet. So we thought these were all things that were fairly drool- and gum- friendly, for the time being. We’ll maybe send along another package later, as she’s able to grip things and such.
And, package delivered, we headed for home.
And this is when we began to notice the “flu-like symptoms” that come with these injections of nasty diseases. Not to mention, the serious discomfort in your arm that comes with the intramuscular yellow fever shot, which makes lifting your arm in any fashion fairly uncomfortable, if not downright painful, and rendering it, and you, mostly useless for the remainder of the day.
Good thing there were storms to watch from the porch last night. The pouring rain and thunder mostly drown out our whining and complaining.