Sep
30
The World According to the Peevish Kitty
Sep
30
Okay, peeps. It’s time for another of our packing lists, from the Great Ethiopian Baby Odyssey of 2008: Miscellaneous Baby Stuff.
Now, you may be thinking to yourself, “Self? What kind of miscellaneous baby things could one possibly need?” Well, I am here to tell you, we took a buttload, and our daughter is just 5 months old. I can’t imagine the wagon train of stuff required for a toddler, for example.
So here’s our list:
SO that’s the miscellaneous baby stuff list. I TOLD you there was a ton of stuff.
Sep
29
Well now. Who knew people wanted to know so much about our trip to Ethiopia! More questions!
Well, we here at The House of Peevish are MORE than happy to answer questions. It’s like a talk show. Only without the celebrities. Well, in fact, without any interesting guests whatsoever. I’m kind of like that old lady who knits medieval armor that they bring on to fill the last two minutes before the show ends…
Okay. So on with the questions:
From Ricki –
Well right now, she’s in 0-6 or 3-6 month clothing (depending on manufacturer). She’s still finding them quite roomy. I suspect we’ll find that the length becomes an issue before weight ever does, because I think she is going to be a tall, skinny kid.
At last week’s doctor’s appointment, she weighed 12 pounds, 8.5 ounces. But I suspect some of that was poo. Girlfriend can load a diaper like nobody’s business.
She’s just the size we were expecting. She is tiny, but then we were told by everyone at the agency to expect a tiny wee babe. The babies are generally smaller in Ethiopia than they are here — as evidenced by the growth charts, where she is off the charts in Ethiopia but just in the 10th percentile in Canada.
I would suspect she has gained a little bit, because she gets cereal twice a day, but not much. We’ll find out at her doctor’s appointment on Thursday. We are still transitioning her off the Ethiopian formula, which should take another week or less, and I also want to start her on some vegetables if the doctor says it’s ok. And then I expect she’s going to chub right up.
She does not use a soother. In fact, not a lot of the babies do, according to most of the parents we spoke to while we were there. Which is funny, because every parent was told that their child likes a soother. The nurse told us that our daughter likes a soother after she has her bottle, and yet she absolutely refuses to take one. Oh sure, she’ll play with it and wave it around and stuff — she even tossed one out of the bassinet at us on the flight home — but she won’t actually USE one.
Definitely. I would take the last height/weight report you get before you go, and chart it on the Canadian growth chart. That will give you a feel for how big he is by Canadian standards. And that should help you know what size to pack.
I’d say she goes through about 7 diapers on average in a day. It really depends on the poop. That girl can do two poopy diapers in a row in the hour after she wakes up in the morning. It’s a Poo Shop in here.
No, but then none of us do.
I would say you’re going to know a lot more than you think you will. Rely on the advice of other moms you know — in our case, Auntie Sherri, Grammie and Auntie Heather have been a lifeline for questions and concerns — as well as his doctor in the first few weeks, and you will be just fine.
From Kelly –
It was good. I thought we’d cry or be all emotional or something, but no. We were totally calm and peaceful. I guess that’s because we just knew this was the last step in the journey, and that she was ours. She was meant for us, so it just all fit together nicely.
It’s going well, I guess. It’s so hard to tell because she’s just such a happy, smiley baby. She grins from ear to ear when she sees us, so I think she kinda likes us.
It’s all been so good. She’s such a good baby. I think I am surprised at how easily she transitioned and how easily we’re all adjusting. I was prepared for the worst case scenario and it all went so smoothly.
I think we surprised each other in how well we each stepped into the role of parent. We both took to it pretty easily and quickly, but then, we’ve been waiting five years for this.
Exactly as I wanted them to be. Except for the sick bits.
It’s all going pretty much as expected. I think tucked away in my romantic imagination there was this vision of the perfectly clean and decorated house, the yummy mummy, the videos of bringing her home and the up to date baby book… but that is TOTALLY not reality, and I tossed that ideal pretty quickly into the process. We are who we are, and that’s not always picture perfect. So I was actually expecting THAT reality. You have to set realistic expectations, and we did that.
It’s actually been not too bad. She’s a trooper, and her schedule was in 3-4 hour increments, so switching her was pretty straightforward. For us, we spelled each other off when we were tired or too sick, and we shared the first two week’s middle-of-the-night feedings, so that helped a lot. The biggest thing we did, though, that really helped establish a routine, was to make sure that right from day 1, every feeding/diaper change after bedtime and until morning was done with a minimum of light and talking — we wanted her to know that night time was for sleeping, not for playing, so we fed her and changed her in low light and with no talking and then put her back to bed. And she took to it right away, and knows that night time is for sleeping only. It really worked well.
So that’s the next batch of questions and answers. Hope they’re helpful!
I’ll try to get the next list posted soon, too.
Sep
28
Well, this whole trip-to-Ethiopia thing seems to have given rise to some questions from our peeps out there in Teh Internets. And so, we here at The House of Peevish are more than happy to answer those questions for you.
Her schedule was the same as the rest of the babies’ schedule — I mean, with 40 babies in the home, you have to be pretty organized. So they were up and fed 6 oz bottles at 6 am, bathed at 7:30, and then they were fed every 4 hours from then on. A morning nap and an afternoon nap were also on the schedule.
That being said, her schedule was nothing like that, from what we can tell. She’s way hungrier than that schedule allows for, not to mention she hardly naps. She will catch catnaps throughout the day, but no actual structured nap time. And she almost sleeps through the night, with just 1 feed between 7 pm and 7 am. So I think, as a baby there, you just did what you had to do to fit into the schedule — there’s no time or point in complaining.
She was in a room with about 7 other babies, with an average of 3 caregivers for the 8 babies. There were 5 or 6 rooms all told, and hers was pretty big with about 8 babies in it. Some were two to a crib, others soloing in a crib or a bassinet. It was very comfortable and clean, and the rooms were bright and airy. It’s a big, gorgeous 3-story house made just for infant care.
We followed her lead right from the beginning, because it was clear that Her Babyness has a mind of her own. She was hungrier than the schedule allowed for, particularly in the afternoons, so we fed her more frequently then and less at night. She also has shown she likes to sleep most of the night and not nap during the day, and we’re grateful for the sleep time. She’s also getting cereal now, which they would not have been doing until after 6 months of age at the Transition Home, because she’s quite frankly ravenous. I’d like to start her on vegetables soon too, but we’ll leave that up to her doctor.
She’s an easy baby, once you learn all her signals.
I don’t think they burped the babies, because when we first fed the girl and went to burp her, she was totally confused. I was also surprised they don’t start them on cereal until after 6 months, but I wonder if that is just because of the logisitics involved. I also was surprised to find that the package we sent — photos, toys, and a couple of onesies — was nowhere to be seen. Quite honestly, although I know the agency says we can go ahead and send that stuff, I don’t believe the babies actually GET much of the stuff. I think it’s just too hard for the staff at the Transition Home to keep track of all that stuff what with moving babies around and whatnot. I think they did show our daughter our photos, and started talking to her about Mama and Papa, but the photos were not posted and her toys were not in her crib.
The babies spend their time indoors. It’s just too hard with small babies to manage outside time. But once they go to the Toddlers Home, there’s a lot of outside time, with a nice compound and a playground and lots of room for the kids to get fresh air and sunshine.
I didn’t have one; it was quite comfortable, actually. But there was this guy, a sheikh sort of fellow, who pulled two chairs together and was using them as kind of a cot… flopping to and fro, feet in the air, arse sliding to the floor between the two chairs, all night long… it was like something right out of a Chaplin film. It was hilarious and brilliant and if I could have, I would have videoed the whole thing.
Sep
27
Catching a catnap in the Marhaba Lounge at the Dubai Airport, 3 am or so…


Sep
26
So, here’s how our day is going this morning:
So it’s business as usual here at The House of Peevish.
Sep
25
Okay, as promised, I am going to post some of the packing lists for items we took to Ethiopia.
I’ve gone through each item and decided what we used/did not use, what was useful and what was not, and how much we took and what was really needed. I find that I am a massive over-packer sometimes, so over the years I like to get these lists pared down to what is really needed. To give you some perspective: for this trip, we took one suitcase full of items for myself, one full of BDH’s stuff, one full of baby stuff, and one full of miscellaneous and baby items. Probably, in retrospect, we could have done just one suitcase apiece.
I am sure these lists will generate all sorts of “yes-you-should/no-you-shouldn’t” sort of debate, and that’s fine. I am giving you what WE used, and if it helps, then great.
We’ll start with the most obvious (given the sick we’ve all been experiencing since we were there): Pharmacy and toiletries. Although I am sure we could have gotten a lot of these items locally, I didn’t want to chance being without some of our most-commonly used things, especially where meds are concerned. Just didn’t want the hassles, really.
Other items of note:
So, that’s the first list. I think I got everything. Next up? Baby items. Probably. Or something.
Sep
25
A belated happy birthday to Teh Guilty Squid herself! Yes, Kelly had a birthday while we were sick, and so consequently, the proper HUZZAHs and HEIGH HOs were not duly accorded her on her special day.
(Also? Because I am an ass, her Canadian Living subscription was not renewed on time due to excess adoption-y stuff. But I’ll get on that as soon as I can.)
So, if you see her today, give her your best Bon Anniversaire!
Sep
24
So, we’re still sick. Sick is no fun, but happily the Cipro is doing its job. (Travelling to Ethiopia? Get a prescription and get some. Seriously. GET SOME. Having your intestines turn to liquid is NO FUN.) And to add insult to injury, the cold that BDH and Stinkerbelle have shared for the past week is now currently taking up residence in my lungs. NIIIIIICE. But at least I can remain vertical now for long-ish periods of time without getting faint.
But we got a health card for The Girl, which means that we can take her to the doctor whenever it is required. And I have to tell you, arriving home on a Friday and not having a health card until Monday afternoon makes for a bit of a stressful weekend. So the first thing we did Tuesday morning was take her in to the doctor, who, I am happy to report, gave her a clean bill of health (except for an ear infection) and said “that is ONE HAPPY KID”. She’s in the 10th percentile of weight and the 50th for height — but some of that weight was poo, since she dumped a giant load just as we got into the exam room. Not surprisingly. So we head back next week for another checkup.
But still, amid the sick and the tired, we have our moments.
So, yes. This has been our last few days.
But you will be happy to know I am working on lists. Lists and lists of lists! I am making lists of things we took and used and did not use and all that sort of thing from our trip. And I will post them.
But not now. Right now, there’s a toxic waste dump forming in the vicinty of my child’s posterior. And so, before the house begins to resemble a Poo Shop…
Sep
22
We are home. Thanks everyone for checking in over the last couple of days, and sorry we’ve been slow to update.
We are SICK. And so the last couple of days has been a lot of sleeping and complaining and crying and medicating. BDH has a cold, Stinkerbelle has a cold and the runs, and I have embarked upon the Ethiopian weight loss program (also known as a violent case of digestive malfunction).
The trip went fairly well. Other than a rough first leg from Addis to Dubai, in which a woman beside me let her Satan child run wild, throwing dishes, stealing food from my tray, and smacking other passengers with a metal knife, and in which she also refused to accept that she was limited to one seat and was constantly leaning into mine or the passenger on the other side and draping her child across her lap to kick and head butt me all trip long, it was fine.
In the Dubai airport, we were directed to an oasis of calm, the Marhaba Lounge, where we were in a quiet spot to catch a few catnaps and with an unlimited buffet from which to partake — all for FREE. And then the long road home from Dubai to Toronto, all 14 hours of it, which was almost enjoyable aside from the sheer exhaustion. We were awake from around 10 pm Toronto time on Wednesday until we touched down in Toronto at 3:15 on Friday. And sleep did not come for a long time after that.
Toronto Terminal 1, for all its newness, is still an organizational nightmare. It took us an hour and a half at least to clear customs and immigration and get our bags (all the while our little girl had a full diaper and she did not complain one tiny bit — she was a real trooper), and then an hour and a half car ride to home.
When we finally got home Friday evening, and for the remainder of the weekend, we tried to catch what sleep we could, given the totally screwed up time schedules and being sick as dogs. BDH has been holding down the fort, being the least sick of all of us, and has been absolutely incredible. He’s up half the night with the girl, and then ran out today to get her an OHIP card so we can get her in to the doctor tomorrow, while I remain horizontal to avoid risk of passing out.
So there’s the latest. We still have so much to tell, after such a journey. But it will have to wait until I get further into my course of Cipro and Gatorade. I’m down and out for the count today.
Sep
18
Well, today we travel home with our daughter to begin life as a family home in Canada.
We have spent 8 days in Addis, and that was for us the right amount of time. We have gotten to know each other a bit, and gotten to know some of her likes and dislikes and signals, and so we feel a bit more comfortable about travelling. All the time we have spent cocooning with her has paid off, and making her our first priority has been absolutely the right decision. When she is older, we plan to travel back to Ethiopia and visit the country and show her this incredible land and its wonderful people. But for now, like any new parent of a very small baby, this time of discovery has been invaluable.
We have concerns about trying to take her on a plane because, after her last few diapers, she may be classified as biohazardous materials. But hey, she’s as cute as she is stinky, so perhaps flashing a big toothless grin will win over all the security people from here to home.
We’re also a little nervous about flying with her — okay, let’s be honest, flying with any baby — for the first time for such a long time. We start out tonight from Addis to Dubai, which is a short hop of 4 hours, so that should be a good test. And then we have an 8 hour layover in Dubai, where we could have a free hotel if we wished. But that would mean at least an hour off the plane to get to the hotel, then getting up and out 3 hours before our flight to Toronto, so we’d really only have a couple of hours at the hotel. We’re not sure it’s worth the hassle, jostling her to and fro, so we likely will be staying in some quiet corner of the Dubai airport for the duration (if one exists). And then the long 13-hour flight home. That will consist mostly of her daytime hours, and that also means the screechy cranky baby hours of mid-afternoon, and in an enclosed space that screechy baby may not win us many friends. So we’re stocking up — we have prepared 12 bottles by filling liners with formula powder and twist-tying them shut. Then, when screechy baby shows up… VOILA! Instant bottle!
We have enjoyed our time here, and made some connections with some wonderful people. Ethiopia has long been in our hearts, and so we are kind of sad about leaving this historic land, filled with some of the most generous, kind-hearted people we have ever met. As we leave, we want to say a thank you to Ethiopia and its people — these people who have been so welcoming, so friendly and kind to us, and these people who have nurtured and given us this beautiful little girl. From the traditional dances and the traditional meals we have experienced, and the sights we have seen, to the people who have befriended us and taught us bits and pieces of the language and shown us such great hospitality, we have grown to care about this place that much more. And we know we will return — we have another country that is a piece of our hearts now. But we are also looking forward to getting home, and seeing our daughter make her connections with the people who love her there, too.
We are looking forward to getting home and getting settled and into some routines. We’re looking forward to seeing how she will grow and introducing her to the people who will become part of her daily life. We’re looking forward to seeing our home filled with years of laughter and discovery. We’re looking forward to life in our home as a family.
This journey has been an incredible one (and no, you don’t just magically forget about those wait times!) and we are so glad to have been on it. We are also glad to be almost at the end of it. We are ready to embark on a new journey, one that lasts a lifetime: family life.
Sep
16
There are some interesting notes about this trip:
Sep
16
Hello from Addis Ababa. Sorry for the lack of updates but it would appear that our daughter had some things to teach us, and that our liaison here is active in planning activities.
We have, as Cinn mentioned, not been getting a lot of sleep but I think we are getting better at managing the lack of sleep and the baby’s schedule. Sunday was quite nice… except for the screaming baby parts. But, that was our fault. Around noon time, the little one started to get fussy, and that fussiness eventually stretched into crying for hours, unhappy unless we constantly carried her around the room. (Dude. The football hold ROCKS.) After trying everything we could think of — you go through the checklist: is her diaper clean? check. has she been fed recently? check. is she due for a nap? and so on) we gave her another bottle and eureka! Despite the fact that she had had a bottle on schedule at noon, she was hungry an hour later. It seems that although she was fed on schedule at the transition house, she has a different appetite depending on the time of day. We have been documenting all her feeding times since we brought her home but we are still trying to figure out how much she likes and when.
This brings us to our schedule. Things work a little bit differently here than we are used to. We will get a call from our liaison indicating that he will be here in two hours to take us to a traditional Ethiopian meal, or that he is downstairs and to please come down so that we can go sightseeing around Addis today. This is all wonderful but it is not how we are used to operating. We are used to knowing what the plan is going to be and being able to prepare accordingly, or to opt out — especially now with a certain little someone whose plans (calling it a schedule, as you have read, is a bit of a stretch right now) trump everyone else’s and can change on a whim. And also, we came here with the plan to NOT do any of that stuff — our focus is on our little girl and so we had planned to just spend our time in and around the hotel getting used to being a family. We are extremely appreciative that our hosts want to take us sightseeing and do all these things to show off their country, but this is not our priority. Ten years from now, when our child is old enough to appreciate it, then absolutely, but now? We have different priorities.
So, yesterday’s call came just as we were feeding herself and getting ready to settle her in for a nap. Cinn had showered, I had not, neither of us had seen a toothbrush in a long time, and the wee gasbag was farting up a storm. The phone rings: “Please come down to the lobby. We are going to go to Entoto Mountain and also to do some shopping.” We explain that we are just getting ourselves settled and that we are not prepared but to no avail: “You should come down immediately.” Well, okay then.
So we rushed around like crazy people getting a diaper bag together, getting ourselves dressed, and fighting to get our daughter clothed in the 12 pounds of clothing appropriate to the locals for an Ethiopian winter. She was NOT happy about this plan, and really, we could not blame her. Carting a 5-month-old around in a crowded hot minivan through appalling pollution, jostling her about on unbelievably rough roads, and putting her in a crazy amount of clothing, when all she wants to do is sleep, is totally unfair to her. But we did not want to be ungrateful to our hosts and so off we went.
And it was not bad. Well, except for the fact that the thick smog has now given me a terrible cough and burning in my chest to rival a career smoker, and that our daughter decided about 2/3 of the way through that SHE. HAD. HAD. ENOUGH! and started screaming for all she was worth. Another bottle appeased her a bit, despite the gymnastics it takes to feed a little girl in a Snugli in bumper-to-bumper traffic. And then, to put a point on her displeasure, she peed on her mom’s leg.
So, we are slowly learning who is boss around here. And that what the boss says, goes… despite any preordained schedules, plans for the day, or cultural conflicts that may arise.
Sep
14
Oh my doG. We didn’t know we could function on so little sleep. But starting the first day of this trip and until last night, we’ve had next to no sleep, and we’re doing quite well, actually. And last night we got about 6 hours all told, so we’re doing great today.
Well, not really. We’re still totally tired. But we’re pretty happy despite it all.
Part of it has to do with having The Perfect Baby. I know, people always say that about their own kids. But I tell you truly, I have never met a happier, less fussy kid. She’s just as happy as can be, all the damn time. Right now, she’s dead tired, and what is she doing? Lying in her crib, nomming on her blankie, and squealing and burbling and blowing raspberries.
I don’t get it. But I am NOT complaining. Not one tiny bit.
She’s absolutely been the easiest baby I have ever seen.
A lot of it has to do with the excellent care at the Transition Home. They have rooms full of about 8-10 babies, with 3 or 4 caregivers working the room, and so she has a great schedule and she’s very patient when her schedule gets thrown off by something. I would expect that she got used to it. And part of it is that it has made her very social. She only tends to squawk when she wants to have some company, or she wants to be picked up, or when she is just in need of a change of scenery, which means a walk in the Snugli which she absolutely loves. And because the staff there were so wonderful, she adores them all and is quick to smile and laugh whenever she gets attention.
But a lot of it has to do with the fact that she is just a happy, social sort. She coos and chatters all day long, and especially at strangers who pass by. She loves the man in the cafe where we have breakfast, and she adores Misrak who cleans our room each evening (we put out the Do Not Disturb sign all day, just to give Misrak the opportunity to visit with us in the evening while she cleans our room — walking around the bed to make it provides an excellent opportunity for peek-a-boo between the two of them). And she can just lie on her blanket and play and chatter to her toys for an hour at a time — but it’s much more fun if one of us is lying there too so she can giggle at us and blow raspberries.
Blowing raspberries and doing this happy squealing babble are her two favourite ways of showing her contentment.
She kills us. 2 am, and we’ll hear “ah-goooooooo” and 6 or 7 raspberries all in a row emanating from somewhere in the dark in our room, and we laugh ourselves silly.
She talks in her sleep, so the first night, at around 4, we heard a squeal. I blew a hamstring jumping out of bed to see what was the matter, only to see her sound asleep and grinning.
And she loveslovesloves to lay around in her diaper. She hates to be hot, so laying in her crib in a onesie where she can kick and wiggle and feel cool brings on an hour of babbling. And of course, more raspberries.
Right now, she’s doing just that. “Ah-gooooo” and a squeal, followed by a string of noisy raspberries, which make her laugh. And her Daddy is lying on the other side of the crib bars, so she has an audience.
She loves a bit of an audience.
So yeah, between the feeding and the dirty diapers and most of all the talking and goofing around, we’re getting little sleep.
Best week I’ve ever had, I’ll tell you that.
Sep
11
I had written a great post this morning, when we woke up early to still more New Years music. But somehow, posting from the other side of the world, the post got fired off somewhere into the ether. So our observations of New Years will just have to wait. Sadly, because I brought the funny. As well as the bad music.
But that is not what you all want to hear about, is it? No, I did not think so.
Because today, we had an appointment to meet some very important people. And we had so many wonderful experiences today… be prepared for a very long post.
We were scheduled to meet Solomon (our liaison) downstairs at 10:30, but being as it was a nice morning, we got up early and went to the bakery to get coffee and breakfast. After that, we decided to meet him out at the front entrance rather than in the (increasingly smoke-filled) hotel lobby. So, just before 10:30, we were outside, waiting and excited.
And no Solomon.
We waited. We checked the lobby periodically. We checked the front desk for messages. BDH even returned to the room to check if there was a phone message. There was no word from Solomon.
Finally, after an hour of waiting, and getting increasingly frustrated, we came back to our room. We called Solomon on his cell phone, more out of concern that perhaps we had gotten the date or time wrong than anything else, because Solomon did not strike us as the type to just be late for something like this.
He was very apologetic on the phone and said he’d be here shortly.
He arrived here about 15 minutes later, very apologetic. As it turned out, he had gone to pick up another couple who had arrived late last night and were also scheduled to meet their son today. And when he arrived at the guesthouse where the couple were staying, he was asked to give a ride to several Canadian families — NOT EVEN FROM OUR AGENCY — to the Hilton. So we were delayed by an hour and a half by some families that he was not even obligated to help — who also, I should mention, did not even bother to thank Solomon and Germachew for driving them about town. NICE.
Anyway, Solomon is just the type of nice man that people will sometimes take advantage of. He was quite mortified at being late, I think, and of course we were not upset with him. And he once again greeted us with warm hugs which, we’re finding, is an outward gesture of the warm and welcoming people we are finding the Ethiopians to be. So we got into the van and off we went.
We met this great couple from Edmonton, Ken and Tiffany, who were here to meet their (quite frankly AWESOME) 2 1/2 year old son. So we went to the Toddlers Transition Home first, which is an oasis of calm and joy and love, full of toys and bright colours and smiling faces. It is also where Solomon, the agency’s lawyer, has his office (we think he loves being around the toddlers, and they absolutely adore him.) We got a bit of instruction from Solomon the lawyer, including the paperwork required to finish things off, and a stern warning NOT to take any photos or video of any other child but our own under ANY circumstances. Apparently some parent or other has taken video and photos of children who are not theirs and posted them on the internet — can you believe that? — and this is a gross violation of the agreement Solomon the lawyer takes so very seriously to put the needs and rights of these children first and foremost in everything he does. He was quite stern on this point, and justifiably so.
So, once done, we met the most awesome Prince of Ethiopia (Ken and Tiffany’s boy, who everyone refers to as the Prince, resplendent in traditional Ethiopian garb for the New Years celebration and to meet his parents) and then we went to hang with the toddlers while they had their traditional Ethiopian lunch to celebrate New Years Day. We were honoured to observe the traditional festival meal, and the children sang a song to the Prince’s parents to welcome them.
And then, it was our turn.
Off to the Babies’ Transition Home we went. It’s a beautiful, big home in a brand new and quite affluent development in Addis. We arrived to learn our daughter was not ready for us yet — a diva! how perfect! — so we waited a few minutes.
The door opened, and out came the head nurse with this breathtakingly gorgeous little girl. And into our arms she was passed.
We looked down at her, and cooed and talked to her.
She smiled a big grin.
And then she blew bubbles and raspberries at her Daddy.
We were, as you can imagine, instantly and completely smitten.
So we walked around with her and saw all the babies, most contentedly playing or cuddling with a caregiver or snoozing in their cribs. I have never seen 6 rooms so filled with beauty in my whole life.
(And Dianne? Your girl was asleep. But she has the most adorable little pigtails, all over her head.)
We carried our daughter, dressed herself in a traditional Ethiopian holiday dress, around to say hello to all the caregivers, who really, truly take incredible care of these babies. I was so impressed with the house, the healthy happy children, and the care and love these women and men lavish upon each and every child. The standard of care is exceptional — at both locations.
After the tour, we had a coffee ceremony. We had coffee and popcorn and some bread — all of which went over a big hit with all four of us parents, as well as Solomon and Germachew, our liaisons. And our girl began to fuss a wee bit — naptime was approaching — so I got up and rocked her to sleep. She fell asleep in my arms, and we marvelled at how any one little girl could be so immeasurably beautiful.
I handed her off to Solomon, who snuggled her for a while and then took her to her crib.
Once the coffee ceremony was done, Solomon urged us to go and say a goodbye to our daughter. We went in to find her sound asleep, tired out after all the excitement, blankie grasped in one tiny fist, knees tucked under her and bum in the air, like something out of a picture. If we hadn’t been completely smitten with her by then, that one glimpse of her sealed the deal. She’s an angel sent straight from heaven.
So we left our sleeping angel for the day.
Tomorrow we return. More visiting with the wonderful staff and rocking toddlers and sweet babes, more coffee ceremonies.
And then, we bring our girl into our life for good and ever.
Sep
10
We’ve arrived.
We are currently shaking off the incredible tired of a nap after our nearly 2-day journey to Ethiopia. The trip was a good one — 13 hours in the air to Dubai, 13 hours layover spent largely at a hotel in Dubai where we got a precious several hours of sleep, and another 4 hour flight to Addis. The trip was made so much easier by flying Emirates Airlines, quite possibly the best airline in terms of staff, service, amenities and planes that I have ever experienced. Honestly, it was fantastic.
But still, our days and nights are turned almost upside down, as we are on the other side of the planet, so we are tired. VERY tired. I think after a good night’s sleep tonight we will be ready for our big day tomorrow: the day we have waited for since I don’t know when. The day we finally get to hold our little girl.
The people we have met so far have been unbelievably lovely. Barring the usual idiots you meet while travelling, who we have decided to just ignore, we have come into contact with fantastic people right from the minute we stepped out onto our front porch to meet our driver for the airport transit service.
The staff of Emirates have been, without exception, wonderful — two of the staff on our last flight from Dubai to Addis even took our picture and put it in a little souvenir card with a note of good wishes while meeting our daughter, and both of them are hoping to be on the flight back to meet her.
Our agency liaison here in Addis, Solomon, met us at the airport with a smile, a hug of welcome, and bouquets of roses, and is one of the kindest, gentlest men you could ever want guiding you through an experience like this. And the staff at the Hilton have been accomodating and gracious and we feel comfortable here in our home for the next 8 days.
And so, we sit in the city of our daughter’s birth, where it is New Year’s Eve, and realize how blessed we are to be here, safe and sound, with such wonderful people helping us along the way. And tomorrow, we start a new year with the country of Ethiopia and we start a new life with our daughter (who may or may not think meeting two frankly pale and tired-looking strangers is the best way to ring in a new year).
New day, new year, new family. All in a country as old as humanity itself.
I did not know we could be so blessed.
Sep
8
In a few short hours, we’ll be heading out to the airport.
We are somewhat packed. Our daughter’s stuff is packed. BDH is mostly packed. Our suitcase full of miscellany (snacks, diapers, odds and ends) is packed. Me? Not so much packed.
It won’t take long. I know what I am taking and I am not taking much outside t-shirts and yoga pants. I don’t plan on going out much… we mostly want to stay in at the hotel and get to know our daughter.
OUR DAUGHTER.
Our daughter is already a fashion plate, I tell you what. And she’s got some pretty nifty toys, too. She’s got bottles and outfits and all sorts of stuff in that suitcase. I know we are missing something important — it always happens — but I can’t be bothered to worry about that now.
Still have a cat to take to the “spa”, and some clothes to wash, and a lot of coffee to drink. I am not taking my mask for sleeping — between carrying it, getting bottled water for the reservoir, and keeping it on the power converter all night long, it’s just too much of a hassle — so I took last night to get used to sleeping without it. And needless to say, I slept like ass.
Well, might as well get used to the sleep deprivation early, because it is certainly coming.
We’re taking a billion cameras. Our daughter, as Kelly has often said, will come to think her daddy’s head is camera-shaped. Well, we’re not going to miss a MINUTE. Also, we’re taking our little inexpensive laptop to store pictures and video, so we can just keep taking MORE. And access the internet, of COURSE. We’ll post what we can of our journey. You’ve shared this much with us, you might as well see it through.
The cats know something is up, and they’re a little freaked out. DUDE. They have NO idea what’s in store. Their little worlds are going to CHANGE.
OUR little world is going to change. In a couple short days.
Our five-year-long journey to become a family is almost over, and a new one is just beginning.
Sep
6
Five years ago today, BDH and I got married.
We had been together, say, 7 years by that point. And we didn’t want to get married at first. But BDH is kind of a traditional guy, and so after a while we decided to have a very small, intimate wedding. Our plan for a wedding was basically to get together with a few of our closest friends and family and have a good meal and good wine and good conversation.
Simple. Elegant. It went almost perfectly. The weather was gorgeous, the food was fantastic, the flowers were spectacular.
It was a nice day.
We did not have a honeymoon. We decided not to, because we really wanted to go someplace fabulous, and we just didn’t have the money to afford what we wanted. But that was okay — we just decided we’d save up and go somewhere really memorable on our fifth anniversary instead.
Well, our fifth anniversary is here. And we did save, and we are going someplace fabulous — in two short days’ time, we’re off to Ethiopia. Not exactly a romantic, sun-drenched Caribbean getaway or a cottage in the west of Ireland or anything like we had envisioned.
But then, we didn’t plan on marking the day with an anniversary present. So that kind of changes things a bit.
We’re going to get the best anniversary present ever — our daughter.
Beats the hell out of wood or silverware.
Sep
5
So, this is it, our last Friday Fun before we leave for Addis… so the last one for awhile, I am guessing!
So tell me:
So that’s it… a couple more sleeps and we are OFF? And then we’re not going to sleep again for, I dunno, months.
Sep
4
Although we’ve been busy getting ready to go, there have been a couple of lovely little breaks in the craziness over the last little bit. Sometimes you need a little happy interlude to help keep you balanced and focused on the tasks at hand.
Sep
2
I have my first square of fabric for my daughter’s 100 Good Wishes Quilt. And it’s actually not sent in from anyone… it’s from me.
I was cleaning out the last of the stuff in her room, getting ready to carpet clean and paint, and I found a bag of fabric. I used to sew a bit, especially when I lived in Japan, because there were no clothes commercially available to fit a tall, athletic sort like myself. If I needed new clothes, I either had to make them or have them sent from home. So I learned to make them.
I spent free lunch hours scouring the local department store fabric departments for anything interesting to buy to make skirts or shirts or whatever out of. And then one day, I found a real treat: kimono fabric.
Okay, so it wasn’t REALLY kimono fabric — kimono are made of silk, and this was cotton, so it was actually yukata fabric. A yukata is kind of an everyday-wear kimono. But it was really pretty, and really captured the essence of some of the kimono I had seen around, so I picked it up.
I never did make anything out of it. I always thought I would — maybe pillows or a tablecloth or something — but I never did. So it sat in a bag full of fabric for the last 15 years.
Until Saturday.
Then I realized, what a perfect way to start off our daughter’s quilt than to include a piece of my history? Japan is always close to my heart, and my time there such a part of who I am, that I wanted to pass some of that on to my daughter. So I will.
And I got to thinking, chances are I will never be able to gather 100 squares for my daughter, because I don’t really know 100 people well enough that they would want to participate in a project like this. I just don’t have a lot of friends or family. (So it’s going to be more like a 20 Good Wishes Lap Quilt… possibly a 10 Good Wishes Pillowcase…) And I realized I want more in life for my daughter.
My life is measured in experiences, most of them fun or interesting or memorable. Living in Japan. Scholarship. Hippie chick teacher. Volley dolly. But I never formed a lot of lifelong, lasting friendships, or stayed in touch with people (until my husband and I got married, that is). I’m a prickly sort of character, to start off with. And I am not really a girls’ girl, and I think I was well liked, but not really the sort of person others — particularly girls — wanted to be close friends with. But mostly, I just learned early on that it’s just best not to get attached.
But I want my daughter to have a life full of not only great experiences but also people who love her, and people that she loves. I want her always to have people she can trust, people she can rely on, people who will make her happy and care for her.
So my wish for her, that I will put in her scrapbook to go with her quilt, will be: “Measure your life in love.”
I hope she will.
I’ve also posted a photo and blurb to start off the 100 Good Wishes Quilt page, which is where I will be posting all the wishes and squares I get for this project.