Jun
2
The World According to the Peevish Kitty
Jun
2
We are a family of three. People usually assume we will want more than one child, and so often ask when we’re going to start our next adoption.
The answer is alternately “we’ll see” or “we’re not”.
It’s a very personal decision, whether to have kids at all, let alone if and when you will have more. And it is one that people should not take lightly. Generally speaking, most families plan the number of kids they want, and how far apart to space them for purposes of ages, or ease, or expense.
Some don’t, obviously. I sometimes see, in families growing through birth or through adoption, a “collection” mentality. Like puppies or handbags or computer upgrades, there’s an obsession with obtaining the next one. As soon as one arrives, the rush is on to get pregnant again or get the paperwork for the next one underway. And the next one, and the next one, and the next… until there is a mob of kids around, and barely the time for parents to actually parent their children. You’ve all seen these families, especially the famous ones. You know the obsession.
Fortunately, the majority of families don’t work this way. Large families or small, generally the decision is a well-thought-out one.
But, on the flip side of the coin, people also don’t expect you to willingly stop at one child. And in a lot of respects, I think people are taken aback and think you are kind of weird when you tell them you may only have one child.
For us, it’s something we waffle on periodically. I think we had, early on, thought we would have a number of children. But circumstances being what they were, biological children were not going to be an option. And so, adoption became the way we grew our family.
Adoption is wonderful, and something I have wanted to do for as long as I can remember. I can remember for most of my life thinking I did not want to have biological kids but knowing that I wanted to adopt. So our adoption of Stinkerbelle was a dream come true in many, many ways. But, being as challenging and as expensive as adoption is, doing it again would require some careful consideration on our part.
The bottom line is that we cannot afford to do it again without carrying some serious debt. Some families are okay with that, and good on them. We are not sure we are. There are ways to offset the debt, tried and true in the adoption community, such as loans and fundraising and the support of churches and whatnot. None of those are suitable for us.
Some families will research various programs and agencies and find one that is less expensive or has better timelines or whatever, to help make the expense more bearable. And some families are simply drawn to different countries for various personal reasons. This is also not an option for us. Ethiopia is the only country we want to consider. Beyond the fact that it is part of us now, and part of Stinkerbelle’s heritage, it is also the only country we ever considered when we first started out. And it is the only country that I ever wanted to adopt from, since I began thinking of adoption as a teenager. Ethiopia has been a part of my consciousness almost my whole life. Now, maybe with research and time and reflection, that could change — there are many great possibilities. But right now, it doesn’t feel right for us.
Beyond the debt — let’s say we decided we could afford to do it — there are a lot of logistics involved. Not least is the fact that there is only one agency that we would consider, even if there were many options available to us, and they are not taking new clients at this time.
Then there’s the whole issue of paperwork. We know what to expect having done it before, and have a good social worker to guide us, but still — anyone can tell you, the paperwork is stressful and is a real pain in the ass.
And then there’s the wait. Some will tell you that once you get your child, the pain and anguish of the waiting just fades away. I am here to tell you that it doesn’t at all — at least, not for all of us. I remember it like it was yesterday, and believe me, our wait was a walk in the park compared to the experiences of many families. You have to really steel yourself against the stress and hurt and shifting expectations and pain in an adoption wait. Maybe we would be better at it this time, I don’t know.
But aside from all the practicalities, there’s a very personal thing to consider. There are days when I feel that we need to ensure that Stinkerbelle has a sibling, that she needs someone to grow up with and be with when we are gone. But many days, I am not sold on the idea.
There are days, like today, when I am tired and lacking patience and feel like I need a break, and I just don’t know if I want to do it again. There are days when I miss the tiny baby part of having a child. There are days when I love the cuddles and the snuggling and the hilarity and the firsts of having a child. But there are just as many days when I am tired and struggling to get housework done and missing a little down time. Is it all worth it? Of course it is. But that doesn’t mean it is easy.
And then there’s the whole issue of lightning striking twice in the same place. One of the big things we discuss, when we discuss possibly adopting again, is the fact that we got so unbelieveably lucky with Stinkerbelle. She is a joy to parent, a pleasant, easygoing, funny kid. I read about other parents’ experiences and I talk to other parents and I realize just how lucky we are.
But I also realize that, perhaps, I am not cut out to parent a more challenging child. Could I have the patience to parent a difficult child who has more anger or more sadness or presents more serious parenting challenges to me? In many ways, because Stinkerbelle has been so easy, I still feel very much like a rookie parent. I don’t see myself with the patience or the energy or the parenting skills that some parents of more challenging kids have, and I wonder if I would fail miserably for all involved if I were thrust into that situation.
There’s no way to know, obviously, without trying it. But I don’t know if I am prepared to take that chance.
Being a parent, and raising children, and doing it decently well, is a heck of a commitment. It takes a lot of effort and a lot of energy and a lot of time and a lot of money. Whether it is through adoption or birth, it requires a lot of thought beforehand in order to do a good job at it.
And I know that we will continue to waffle and discuss and look at all the various issues and considerations. Some days we’ll say we might want to do it again and other days we will say we won’t. And we may never decide, and maybe that will be the decision made FOR us.
May
28
This week, despite being hot and sticky and us being sick, is still a special one around here.
It is, first off, the birthday week of Stinkerbelle’s most excellent Auntie Heather. She is Swedish, so her birthday celebrations — ALL celebrations, actually — take on a festival quality and last much longer than a single day. And as she has gone and kicked cancer’s ass this year, it is truly a time to celebrate. So happy birthday Heather!
But beyond that, and I happen to think more than coincidentally, Auntie Heather’s birthday shares the very same day that, two years ago, we received our referral for That Baby, and saw her gorgeous face for the first time. It was an excellent day.
We don’t celebrate our referral anniversary in any special way anymore — the first year, yes we did. But now there is so much more to celebrate. Our lives are full every day of the joys that that first day would one day bring. It still holds a special place in our hearts, though, and of course always will.
I look back on those first photos and can’t help but cry. She was so tiny. She was barely 6 weeks old. She had such long fingers and such big eyes and such awesome hair. And she was ours.
Every single day since that day has been a blessing I could never have imagined, but always hoped for. She is a child of superlatives. She is so good, so good-natured, so happy, so well-behaved, so funny, so beautiful, so full of love. We could never have hand-picked a child so perfect and so perfect for us. She is the child of our dreams.
We look back and, while it was hard for us at the time, we realize how incredibly fortunate we were in our adoption of Stinkerbelle. I will never forget the agonizing waiting periods, the frustrating paperwork, the whole heartwrenching process. But we are reminded regularly that it was, compared to many families’ experiences, so easy.
Every day, I hold her close, and I remind myself just how incredibly lucky we are. How blessed.
Our lives started over again on that day in 2008. Like another birthday. We were given the chance to live a life we had only ever dreamed of. And we are making, and will continue to make, the most of every single day together.
Oct
15
Okay, I know I should post today, I really should. And I have things to say. Like about how Stinkerbelle spent the morning being pushed in our cart through the grocery store saying, “Uh oh! Uh oh! UH OH!” Or how she learned, randomly, how to sign the word “table” and will now, equally randomly, in the middle of reading a book or walking through the hallway or whatever, sign “Table! Table! Table!” like she’s throwing gangsta signs in da hood or something.
I really WOULD post except… it’s Social Worker Day.
Yes, today is our 3rd and final visit from the Social Worker to do our final report as required for our adoption. Today is the last time we have to be appraised by a Recognized Adoption Practitioner Person to see that we are Fit Parents and Doing A Good Job.
And after this, we are on our own. We will be sending annual reports to doG knows where, and then hopefully somebody in Ethiopia will get them and probably not even look at them and then file them in the appropriate drawer in some dark room somewhere, never to be seen again.
But in the meantime, we have this one last visit to get through.
So, we’re doing a last minute cleanup of the prospective Social Worker-visited areas. We are planning to make supper ahead of time. We are going to toss That Baby in the tub and do her hair.
It’s still, even though it is a formality, a bit of a nervous time. We want to make a good impression.
But another thing that’s making this visit stressful is that it is still up in the air as to whether or not we have to pay for this visit. We are annoyed by this. Thanks to That Agency going bankrupt, our money in trust for this visit is nowhere to be seen. Our social worker is officially the creditor in this situation, and she, along with the other creditors, voted to waive the money owing to them. Which is fine for HER, because she still gets paid. But we had no say in the decision, and yet we have to pay TWICE for this stupid report. So we are annoyed, and the discussion about this money has to happen.
So that’s kind of hanging over our day too.
But that is a couple of hours away yet. Before then we must bath That Baby and make her presentable. We must tidy and prepare dinner. We must strike in the hustle and the bustle beforehand.
So, I have no time to post anything today. Sorry.
But I’ll tell you what… just imagine something really fun and interesting is posted here in this space, K? Something fun. You decide. I’m cool with that.
So, until tomorrow… UH OH. And also? TABLE.
Sep
22
Well, it is official… creditors and families have voted overwhelmingly to revive Imagine Adoption. And with that, the hopes and dreams of so many adoptive families, waiting so patiently and working so hard to adopt from Ethiopia and Ghana and other countries, have a chance to come true.
I am so happy for them.
I am also so happy for the children whose futures now include a family who will love them and raise them to help their dreams come true, too. So many bright futures for so many wonderful children!
The news also means that if ever we decided to adopt a sibling for Stinkerbelle, we now potentially have the option to do so. And that’s kind of cool.
I love it when there’s good news to start the day.
Sep
11
One year ago today — 525,600 minutes ago, lots of daylights and sunsets and midnights and cups of coffee ago — we met our beautiful, incredible, wonderful daughter for the first time.
And from that moment on, we have measured our life in love.
Jul
29
Finally, at long last… two of my favourite people in all Teh Internets, not to mention IRL, Rana and Yvan, got their referral yesterday!
Go give them your warmest congratulations and your biggest virtual hugs! If any two people deserve it, after such a long wait, it’s these two.
(And you thought I was slacking off and not posting, while actually I’ve been sitting on this news all day!!)
Jul
22
It’s been one of those weeks around here. One of those weeks where I have been mostly offline. But that doesn’t mean things have not been happening.
Part of the reason has been the bankruptcy debacle of last week. Because we’ve been part of the adoption community for so long, for whatever reason the news of the bankruptcy really affected us. It was weird. Our adoption was completed almost a year ago, and yet it still upset us. We had all sorts of emotions over the situation:
I tend to get caught up in the churn of emotions in these sorts of things. And reading other news on top of that? It just bummed me out.
I’ve also been offline to do things in my real life:
So, what else of note has happened recently? Well, there have been physical injuries:
So… that has sucked.
We’ve also had some interesting diversions:
So, yes. Been offline a fair bit. Life has been full.
Jul
15
Dear CTV, CBC, and other news organizations:
I see you.
Yes, I see you in my stat reports, clickity-clicking around my blog, looking for bits of information on this whole Imagine Adoption going bankrupt fiasco. I see you, nosing about for all the news that is the news. I see you, scratching and pecking about like chickens in the barnyard for kernels of info.
Well, I am here to tell you — there is no news here! (Well, unless you count That Baby discovering the wonder that is The Big Multicoloured Ball. Now THERE is some EXCITEMENT. But hardly 6 o’clock-worthy.)
Oh, and CBC? Even if there WERE news, even if I were the FONT OF ALL INSIDE SCOOP on Imagine Adoption, I would TOTALLY not tell YOU. For YOU, CBC, are on my shit list for your assoholic reporting of international adoption. Like, “Buying Babies”, for example. (Yeah, I am looking at YOU, CBC Manitoba.) Or that shitty piece you did on CAFAC. YOU, CBC, are in the penalty box. We’re talking GAME MISCONDUCT, here.
The rest of you? We love. But still? No news.
And while we appreciate you embracing technology to find this news, there’s a lot to be said for good, old-fashioned news gathering. Instead of hunting around blogs, which are just people blathering on about their lives, why not, oh, I dunno, CALL THE BOARD OF IMAGINE AND ASK WHAT THEY POSSIBLY NEEDED TO BUY AT PETSMART. OR CAMBRIDGE POOL SUPPLIES. Sheesh.
Now go do something useful. Help resolve this situation. Help these children and their caregivers get taken care of. Help these families be united. Help these families find some peace.
Go. Use your powers for GOOD. NOT evil.
Love,
Me.
(Oh, and PS — Global News? Saying people paid for children? In an adoption story? This is why you are the third-rate network. Just sayin’.)
Jul
14
I was trying to maintain a little bit of radio silence here today.
By now, many of you already know that That Agency has gone bankrupt, stranding 60 or so children and their caregivers in Ethiopia (and kids and staff in Ghana and Ecuador as well) with dwindling food and supplies, not to mention money, and causing many adoptive families in Canada more grief than they should have to experience in a lifetime.
I just didn’t think it was appropriate to post about my life with my child, home and safe in my arms, when so many out there are struggling to find a way to bring their children home, or wondering what will happen to the child they were waiting to become legally theirs, or coping with the devastating loss of a dream of a family. It’s not fair. And it would be ridiculously insensitive .
I also didn’t think it appropriate to bring my opinions to bear on the matter. I am emotional, I am angry, I am concerned, and I am hurting for everyone involved. But not nearly as much as those in the centre of the storm. And they don’t need my ill-informed, bellicose ranting to add to their pain. And I know there is nothing, absolutely nothing, I can say to ease it. No amount of “I’m sorry” will fix this.
But most of all, I think of the 60 or so children whose lives have been changed, and in some cases devastated, by this. I have seen the babies and the toddlers. I cannot forget looking at them and thinking that each and every one was so well loved by their caregivers, and would without question become part of a family that would love and cherish them. After who knows what happened to them in their little lives, they were going to be taken care of forever after. And now, that is not necessarily the case. Their futures are now clouded and uncertain. I can’t bear the thought that any single one of them might not be welcomed into loving family and a happy, healthy future.
There but for the grace of God goes That Baby. That Baby, who is my life, and my miracle, and my joy. That Baby, who I love more than life itself.
I can’t stand it.
I’ll post about it when I can think of something useful, something helpful to say. Or maybe I won’t. Maybe there will be nothing useful I can say.
In the meantime, please bear all of That Agency’s families in your thoughts and in your prayers, if you are the praying sort. They need positive energy, they need answers, they need time, they need healing. They need their hopes renewed, their hearts mended, and their families completed. They need all our support.
And hold those children and their devoted caregivers in your thoughts and prayers. No doubt, there’s no need to tell you why.
May
15
… because the lovely and brilliant Hazel got her referral yesterday! A gorgeous 4-month-old girl is now set to be the centre of Hazel’s world, the apple of her eye, the joy of her life. Stop by and give her your congratulations!
May
8
Late last night (because our phones are ASS and the call ACTUALLY came in eariler, but we never get calls properly!) we got the most incredible, wonderful news — two of our dearest friends in all the world, Jeff and Sandra, are going to be parents! They received word last night that they will be parents to a beautiful 6-month-old boy, who they will be meeting next week.
I cannot tell you how happy I am for them! (I cried. Even now I am crying. Bah. Such a softie.) Their road to parenthood, like ours, was a challenging one, but I cannot think of two people who would be more caring, devoted parents. They have so much love to give a child, and their new son will be loved and cherished like no other. He is one very lucky little boy indeed.
This morning, when I went to get Stinkerbelle out of her crib and told her about the new baby, she grinned and signed “baby”. And then she clapped her happy baby applause. So, really, I think That Baby gives her official Seal of Approval. I do not know how she will react to the news the first time she has to share her beloved Auntie Sandy and Uncle Jeff with *gasp* ANOTHER BABY (!!), but this morning, she’s cool with it. A playmate!! Life is good!!
I will endeavour in the coming weeks and months to not bombard them with parenting information, baby stuff and useless advice, and to keep a respectful distance as they become a new family. But BDH and I are so very excited for them, and so delighted to meet their beautiful new son, it will be a struggle.
Congratulations, Mom and Dad! We love you guys, and cannot wait to welcome your new son into our hearts and lives for good and ever.
Mar
3
There are days, when I see the struggles and hardships of other parents waiting to adopt, when I have to stop and remind myself just how very lucky and blessed we were in our adoption of Stinkerbelle.
There were hard times, sure. There were lots of challenges. The wait sucked. The paperwork sucked. But by and large, things went according to plan most of the time. An extended wait here was often followed up by an unbelievably short one. A hiccup in paperwork was balanced out by incredible luck in the timing of getting things done on some desktop somewhere else in this world.
And in the end, we were rewarded with the greatest joy we will ever know. We brought home a healthy, happy, thriving baby.
Yes, we are short of money, and we have stresses around jobs or home or family bytimes. But we have a roof over our heads, and food on the table, and a gorgeous, good-natured, healthy daughter that we love more than we ever knew possible.
It’s important to take a moment and remember and be thankful for our incredible good fortune sometimes.
Feb
5
You know how on those decorating shows, they always talk about colours “popping”? Like when you have a room that’s decorated with a certain colour scheme, but there are a few things here or there that, although they are part of the overall design, really shine and catch your eye?
Well, my daughter has had this effect on my world.
There’s a lot of discussion around the colour of skin, particularly where adoption is concerned. There’s talk about which colours of skin can parent which colours of children’s skin. There are studies that focus on the well-being of a child who does not look like his parents. There are discussions of “colour blindness” versus not. There’s all kinds of stuff out there, pros and cons, if you look.
I don’t generally pay much attention to this kind of stuff. I did, in the beginning, and filed away the points I thought were useful and chucked the rest.
My child has brown skin. I have white skin. (Well, in truth, pasty yellowish-pinkish skin. Winter makes me look sickly. But whatever.) I mean, it’s pretty straightforward. I don’t need studies to tell me that there are differences, and there are going to be questions and issues to deal with along the way.
But the thing that caught my attention and made me think about it happened this morning.
My daughter’s diaper leaked overnight, as it often does. So when I got her up this morning, I took off her sleeper and changed her diaper, and then I put her down in just her diaper on the carpet in her room to play while I changed her bedding. Her room faces east, so the sun was coming up and the room was getting light. I started to come back into her room after tossing her bedding in the laundry in the next room and giggled to myself, “Hey, there’s a baby crawling around in that room.”
But then, with the light and the carpet and all, I really noticed it. Wow. That baby is the most incredible colour of brown. She’s like a rich creamy coffee colour. No, maybe she’s like milk chocolate. And the shiny black curls… and the little pinky-brown toes…
She was just faffing about on the carpet, but oh my doG. She popped.
She was gorgeous.
Screw the whole colour-blindness thing. Who could fail to notice all this gorgeous colour?
Sure, there are lots of times — most of the time, in fact — when I don’t notice the colour of our skins, or that they are different. I’m too busy being her mom, and she’s my kid. I am too busy wiping cereal off her chin or rounding up the cups she’s strewn across the living room or pouncing on her and kissing her when we’re crawling about on the floor.
But then there are these moments where it hits me. It’s like you have black and white TV and somebody shows you a colour film for the first time. “Now in SuperColourVision!!!” or whatever. You look at her arm or her lips or the freckles on her cheeks and marvel at the incredible richness of her skin, the gorgeous spectrum of colours that is her.
And you know what is kind of funny? I am starting to look at some white babies and thinking, “Wow. That kid is PALE.” It’s not that they aren’t gorgeous in their own right with all their lovely pale pinks and creams in them, but I’m so used to looking at my daughter that sometimes I look at these other kids and they seem to be… lacking in colour. Needing some sun. Something. And then I come home to my child who is a feast for the eyes. (Actually, she’s a feast for the senses. But, as I realize the diaper bucket needs emptying, and that I might need to check for hearing loss at my next doctor’s appointment, not all the items in the feast are what you want to partake of all the time.)
It’s not that I suddenly have a pro-brown bias. I just don’t gaze as long and as lovingly at most white kids as I do at my own to notice the richness of their skin and hair. And I can imagine that for parents of a multi-racial group of children, the variances of gorgeous colours would be an incredible thing to enjoy and appreciate every day.
I know my daughter notices colours in me. But it’s not in the way adults look at differences in people’s colour. She notices colour with a child’s sense of discovery. She thinks the stripe of blonde in my mostly-brown bangs is hilarious. She’s fascinated with the white tips of my nails. She notices with some alarm when I have on warm gray socks, as opposed to being barefoot. But she notices them, and then she moves on. It’s all part of the discovery of the colours in her world.
Maybe that’s something she has given me. An opportunity to re-discover the colours of my world. And with the benefit of age, to appreciate them more.
For us, the fact that I have different skin colour than my child is not resulting in colour-blindness. I think in the fabric of our lives, she’s making colour pop. She’s making me see colour where I didn’t notice it before, and appreciate colours in all sorts of places. She’s showing me that there’s more colour in the world than I ever paid attention to before.
Nov
19
One of the best pieces of advice I was given when I talked to people about becoming a parent came from my good friend Heather, who said, “When you get your daughter, give yourself six weeks to settle in.”
She told me, and when she had her first child, someone told her, that when you have a new baby, the first six weeks are the adjustment period. The first six weeks will be rough, and exhausting, and when you are really challenged. The first six weeks are when you and your child are getting to know one another, and getting to know one another’s quirks and behaviours. The first six weeks are when you’ll cry the most.
So, we went into this whole parenting adventure knowing that we should not put any pressure on ourselves for that first six weeks to do anything other than adjust and learn. We knew that the first six weeks would be our big challenge, and we should just roll with things, and that we should cut ourselves some slack.
And she was right.
The first six weeks together were when we were truly sleep deprived. It was a time when we adjusted to life as parents, and our daughter adjusted to life with us as parents. It was when we learned a lot of her cries and cues and habits. It was when our daughter was sick for the first time. It was, because she is such an easygoing kid, not a bad six weeks compared to most new parents’ experience, but still there were a lot of trying times.
So it was excellent advice. But I would add to it, if I were going to pass it on.
I would say that after that first six weeks, there is another six-week period of adjustment. That second six weeks is when you begin to get your life back, in a sense.
The second six weeks, after you have adjusted to the whole “OMG-there’s-a-KID-in-our-house!” thing, is when you begin to feel a bit more like a normal functioning human. The second six weeks are when you start to establish (or TRY to establish) some “normal” again in your life. You begin to figure out how you can shower when you are on your own with a child. You begin to figure out how to stay on top of the laundry. You begin to venture outside your house on your own with your child to do things like buy groceries and run errands. You get into a daily rhythm with your child. It can be frustrating and challenging at times, and there will be some rough patches as you try to figure things out. But it is a little bit different from the challenges and adjustments of that initial six week period.
You begin to feel — REALLY feel — like somebody’s parent.
Because honestly? A lot of that first six weeks, it doesn’t REALLY feel like you are a parent. Oh sure, you KNOW you are, but it does not really FEEL that way. A lot of the time you are just muddling through, trying to figure out this new life that you have chosen for yourself and this small person who is lying there staring up at you. A lot of the time, you feel like you are babysitting. For that first six weeks, you are essentially strangers.
But in the second six weeks, along with the figuring out of routines and getting some normal back in your life, you begin to get to know your child. You begin to find you have special ways of making them smile or laugh, or they begin to show their likes or dislikes, or you begin to see they come to you for comfort or when they are tired. Some people would call it bonding, I guess.
But those are the times it will hit you that you are starting to feel like somebody’s parent. And that this little stranger is becoming less and less of a stranger, and more and more your child.
So, yes, if I were to pass on Heather’s excellent advice, I would say you should give yourselves six weeks when you first are home with your child to adjust. The first six weeks are the roughest. But I would add that there is a second six weeks of adjustment to prepare for. And that the second six weeks are when the magic begins to happen.
Nov
1
Yesterday was our daughter’s first pediatrician’s appointment. And, hopefully, our last. (Although we really liked the pediatrician, we have a family doctor, so hopefully we have no future need for anything particularly specialized in terms of medical care for the little peanut.)
Our family doctor has seen Stinkerbelle twice, and pronounced her healthy. But he is cautious. Since she is adopted from another country, he wanted to be completely sure that everything was properly checked out by a specialist. And I appreciate that.
HOWEVER.
The last time we visited the family doctor, the thing he was most concerned about was her HIV tests. It seems that, although our child had two HIV tests before her adoption, and both of them were clear… our doctor is aware of some cases locally in which patients from Ethiopia had tested negative in Ethiopia, but when they arrived in Canada, were found to be HIV positive.
EXCUSE ME??
Now, the doctor just kind of mentioned this matter-of-factly to us during her last appointment. “Just because she tested negative while in Ethiopia does not necessarily MEAN she is negative” was basically the gist of the conversation. And although it is uncommon, as our doctor can attest, it DOES happen. So, he booked us an appointment with a pediatrician.
So for the last couple of weeks, this little niggling factoid has been sitting in my subconscious. I know our daughter is healthy, but still…
So yesterday, we went to the pediatrician’s office. It was quiet, and a nice, bright, friendly place. The receptionist was very nice, very gentle with us and the baby, and she took us to the exam room where we stripped Stinkerbelle down to her altogethers and had her weighed and measured. And she’s growing: 24.5 inches and 14.5 pounds. Still tiny by national averages, but growing and growing well.
And then the doctor came in.
I detected an accent… he is from South Africa! Whee! And this turned out to be AWESOME on a number of levels.
First off, and most importantly, he knows African medicine, so reading all her charts and whatnot from her care while in Ethiopia was a breeze. He understood it all. AND… he immediately put us at ease about HIV. The tests she received for HIV in Ethiopia were checking for the virus in the DNA (or something along those lines… the medi-speak kind of lost me eventually), which means they are the most technically advanced tests you can get and are completely accurate. The other type of test is an antibody test and in the case of infants, the antibody test can be incorrect because the antibodies can be passed from mother to child. So while our family doctor was cautious — and given the different tests people use for the virus, rightly so — there is no need to worry about that.
But another reason this doctor’s background came in handy was that he recognized all the vaccinations she has already received, and recognized that one of them is not going to be suitable enough for life here in Canada. Don’t ask me which one, I don’t know… polio maybe? But basically it goes like this: the vaccine provided in Ethiopia protects a patient from, let’s say, 4 different strains of the disease, because that’s all they have to be concerned with there. But here in Canada, the vaccine we use protects us from 5 strains. So he recommends we do the course of vaccinations again. It sounded like a plan to us, so on Monday, when she returns to the family doctor for a follow up, no doubt we’ll be scheduling Stinkerbelle for some shots.
After that discussion, the pediatrician did an exam, and pronounced her sound and healthy. “Lovely” was a word he kept using. “Oh, she’s just lovely.” It was wonderful. And he tested her for some basic developmental milestones: pulling up with her head level, following things with her eyes, grabbing things, passing things from hand to hand… She passed with flying colours. She stole the man’s pen, for goodness’ sake. And the doctor seemed absolutely delighted with her. “She’s just lovely”. He identified some birthmarks for us, as well as explaining about Mongolian spots (not bruises! apparently some people freak out and think it’s bruising), and just generally giving her the once-over. He seemed delighted with all the rolls of baby fat, and how alert she was, and, as he was leaving, told us to “enjoy her”.
And so we shall.
Oct
25
The charming, funny Nicky and her husband J-Rock just announced yesterday — they got their referral! For (wait for it!……) TWO YEAR OLD TWIN GIRLS!
This marks the end of a long wait for Nicky and J-Rock, and the beginning of an incredible adventure with two beautiful little girls. Please drop by and read their referral story and offer your congratulations!
Oct
17
Alrighty, here’s an interesting list for all you packers out there: it’s the list of odds and ends that we took along for US, the grownups. Mostly it was for entertainment purposes, but there’s some practical stuff too.
I was surprised at how big the list was, but knowing us as I do (us travelling = packmules), it could have been much, MUCH worse. And most of it worked really well for us, so I can’t complain.
There are also some things that we WISH we had brought:
So, yeah. There’s a big list. But like I said, we are packmules and could carry everything AND the kitchen sink when we travel. So this was a vast improvement.
Next, we’ll talk SNACKAGE. And other important food-related items. Because who doesn’t love the food? Am I right?
Oct
16
So, the warm Indian Summer weather seems to be done. But despite the cool and overcast day today, it’s a good day.
The funny, brilliant Rhonda and her hubby Kris got their referral: a tiny baby girl, all of 6 weeks old right now! Most excellent news for a most excellent family, who waited over 15 months for this wonderful day… so stop by and check out the news for yourself!
And I had better get moving and get some more lists posted… because Rhonda will soon be needing them!
In slightly less exciting news, we came home from shopping to find… a stroller on our porch! No, it wasn’t just a drive-by strollering… we HAD ordered one. But that was MONDAY, which was a holiday so let’s say TUESDAY for sake of argument — and it arrived this morning already. DUDE. I LOVE that. So now Stinkerbelle and I can go walking! (Which we could before, only in the Snugli — which she loves, but my back? Not so much.) So, much thanks to Grammy, Granddad, Auntie Tena, Uncle Kevin, and the lovely folks at our credit card company, who made the stroller possible.
And in less exciting news still, allow me a moment of Mommy Vanity. But I have to tell you, if there’s something that just tickles me pink, it’s when strangers come up to us and remark about how beautiful our daughter is. Now, I grant you, it’s rare that a stranger walks up to a couple and says, “DUDE. THAT? Is one BUTT UGLY BABY.” So, you know, getting comments about a beautiful baby is more common than not. HOWEVER… when you are someone who thought you would never be in the position to HAVE a baby, full stop, to have people fussing over your child is magical. Today in the grocery store, as we walked around and I had Her Babyness in the Baby Bjorn, a few women came over to remark on how pretty our daughter is. And I was so proud.
As BDH said to me, as I walked back to where he was standing from the bakery section (day olds! must check out the day olds!)… “I have never seen anyone so happy to be carrying a baby in my life.”
It’s true. I’m happy to carry that beautiful baby anywhere. (Although now I can stroller. Well, that will be happy too.)
Oct
8
Okay, here’s one of our shorter lists. Hey, she’s a baby — how many clothes can one baby wear?
Surprisingly, quite a lot…
I think that pretty much covers the clothing for the time we had our daughter, which was about a week. We had planned for about 3 clothing changes a day based on what other parents had said they required (with exploding diapers and all) and then packed a little more than we needed because we had no plans to send out laundry. It worked out well — the only things we did not use were the clothes that were too big.
So there you have it! Next up? Gear for us.
Oct
3
Along with all the lists and stuff, there are some practical things to mention about our trip. One of those things is about where we stayed.
There are a lot of options for places to stay when travelling to Addis, suiting all sorts of price ranges and needs. And it took us a long time to decide on where we were going to stay when we first started planning the trip. I am all about the cheap; I love saving money. But we also like our creature comforts too. So where to stay was a tough call, and we looked at a few options.
In the end, we chose to stay at the Hilton in Addis for a number of reasons. First of all, we could get a really good “adoption” rate (actually it’s a corporate rate) through our agency. That meant that for the price of a Best Western here in Ontario we would be able to still have some of the amenities we wanted, and that pretty much made the choice really, really easy.
The things we wanted in a hotel were not too flash, I don’t think: we wanted security and cleanliness, access to reliable power/water in case of rolling blackouts, a place to take the baby out to walk, and internet access. Security is an obvious thing, and one you’d consider when travelling anywhere internationally — with the outings and whatnot we’d be on, we didn’t want to have to worry about our passports or money (all cash, as is necessary in Ethiopian travel). So the Hilton has in-room safes or a safety deposit box to take care of those things. Access to reliable power and water is also a nice thing when you’re travelling with a baby, and we were told that the Hilton has generator power in case of emergency.
I was pretty insistent on having some sort of grounds to be able to take the baby out. BDH thought I was nutty, but my thinking before we left was full of “what ifs”. I thought about things like wanting to have a place to walk the baby if she was fussy, or being able to get out and walk around if we all got a little stir crazy in the hotel room, or one of us taking her outside if the other needed a nap. So that was important to me. And the grounds of the Hilton are really nice. You can walk around by the pool or the shops, or take a walk to the coffeeshop or grocery store on site. And it was really nice for Stinkerbelle to get out a bit, since she loves the outdoors and she enjoys walking in the snugli.
The power outages we’d heard to be prepared for were intermittent, but not at the Hilton. In the short time we were at the airport, the power went out repeatedly, but we only ever experienced flickers of power at the hotel. And that was a nice-to-have thing for us, just to be able to boil water to wash bottles and nipples whenever we wanted, or to have power for a bar fridge to keep drinks cold. Same thing with the water — only once when we were there did I notice any appreciable loss in water pressure. And after a long day of trooping around bumpy roads in a crowded van, I really appreciated a hot shower. And being able to flush the toilet, especialy toilet paper… LUXURY. Especially when some intestinal distress hits you.
Security was good at the Hilton, too. A little intimidating, perhaps, to see an armed guard at the gate and have a metal detector and bags scanner at the entrance, but in a lot of places a guard is de rigeur. It’s weird for me, since I don’t know exactly what the guards and scanners are protecting me FROM. My security concerns are more of the everyday sort, like I would look for in a hotel in any part of the world: Do I feel safe in my room? Is there someplace safe to store my valuables (money, plane tickets, documents and passport)? And as for cleanliness, the Hilton was clean and neat, and stylish in a late-70s sort of way. But comfortable.
Internet access was important for us to be able to keep in contact with people at home. We are not cell phone people. But we ARE email and internet people. So that was a nice thing, even though “high speed” in Ethiopia is not what we’re used to back home, and was out for the better part of a day at one point. We also downloaded some lullabies from iTunes for Stinkerbelle while we were sitting in the room one night, which turned out to be a great thing since she was used to the lullabies being played at the Transition Home.
Other great things about the Hilton:
So would I recommend it? Absolutely. Not a budget option, obviously, and it doesn’t have the camaraderie of a guest house. But it was perfect for us.
Oct
1
Today, for the first time since we got home, we all felt good — good enough to get out and about and see some of the people we have been promising to see. So we got up, got cleaned and polished, got the girl dressed (resplendent in yellow corduroy overalls which — let’s be honest here — look like MC Hammer pants, and her faux-Converse running shoes) and all her gear packed, and got out the door at a reasonable hour.
First off, we went to BDH’s office. We tried to sneak in quietly, but many people in the office have been following my blog (Hi Guys!!
*waves*) and so once the first SQUEEEEE came out when the baby came into view, we were surrounded. It was great, though — so many good wishes, so many people that have been following our journey for so long, and all there to see the girl of the hour. And she LOVED it. Stinkerbelle got fussed over and kissed all over and cooed at, and she was in her elephant. She LOVES her peeps, so she was full of smiles for everyone. And she farted on Uncle Colin, so you know… par for the course.
Then it was off to lunch. Now, this was more than a lunch stop — BDH goes to a local Keg fairly frequently for lunch, and has gotten to know the staff quite well. And they have also been following our journey, so we stopped in so they could meet Herself. Again, more of the girl and her peeps. A girl MUST remember her public, after all. And we got some lunch, as well — and Stinkerbelle got her bottle, which was our big priority. (Keep on schedule!)
Next up was a hair appointment for BDH, but more importantly, to meet Auntie Vicki. Vicki has been waiting for EVAH to meet our girl, and half the time we were there today she just stood with the girl in her arms and said, “I can’t believe I am ACTUALLY holding YOUR BABY.”
After that, we headed to our agency, because we had some more paperwork (I KNOW! IT NEVER ENDS!) to pass in. Once there, all the staff came out to pass the baby around, coo over her and kiss on her, and generally fuss over her. It was great — they are the people that brought our family together, so it was nice for them to meet the fruits of their labour, as it were. And I am sure they don’t get a ton of families coming in, since they deal with people all across the country. We had a great chat, told them about our trip, and praised Solomon (I was so glad to hear they had gotten word about how badly some of the families were treating Solomon while we were there!!) and the staff we met while in Addis. What was really cool was to have the Director come over and pick up Stinkerbelle and say, “I remember when you were in your crib in Ethiopia!” It kind of brings things full circle.
And then it was on to our final stop of the day… the Cat Clinic. Here’s another group of great people who have been with us (vicariously) through this whole journey, enough so that they bought us a card and a stuffed animal (a kitty! of course) for the girl, and have been waiting for us to bring her in to visit. So today, we stopped in and, despite being out for hours and missing what little naps she normally has, Stinkerbelle was on fine form. I was also so glad they got to meet her, especially the Good Doctor, because she has signed paperwork for us and kept up on our quest for a family for all this time.
And with that, tired girl in tow, we came home. We put the very tired girl in her swing, where I thought she would nap… but instead, she had a GIANT POOP right up to her armpits.
I have no idea what that means. I can’t even begin to say.
But other than cleaning poop out of a squirming, stinky baby’s belly button… it was a really nice day.
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.