I received an email from our translator today. The team is in Sterlitamak with the couple from Richmond Hill. They took Dania's passport photo today. The translator took a photo of it and sent it to us!
I miss her.
It's been one week and one day since we returned.
I've had a few long conversations with my mum, sister, and a few friends here, but I've been rather reserved with my excitement. I do most of my big emotional blubbering while alone. One cousin called me on it today, and I have to admit that it is because I am still guarded about her being mine. She isn't yet and I don't want to jinx it! I keep it all in but then I randomly explode at random people and have to tell them everything! I did this with the receptionist at the vet, the hair dresser, and a random store clerk. I pull out the photos, can't stop talking, and usually start crying. As soon as I leave I feel guilty because I just got all excited and she isn't even mine. All of these people have asked to meet her when she is here... what if it doesn't happen? I also have so much excitement and eagerness drummed up amidst my family and friends... what if I disappoint them too? I know I shouldn't worry, but how can I not?!?!
GAH!
Back to the photo... sweetest passport photo ever...
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Crying in the Car!
"Is there anybody going to listen to my story all about the girl who came to stay..."
I put in the Across the Universe soundtrack so I could put "I've Just Seen a Face" on repeat and the opening track started. The opening line for "Girl" had me smile and burst into tears as I stared at her picture that I have propped up on our dash. It was just too perfect - I hope!
It also made me feel lucky to know that I have so many people listening to my story about the the girl who is hopefully coming to stay.
I put in the Across the Universe soundtrack so I could put "I've Just Seen a Face" on repeat and the opening track started. The opening line for "Girl" had me smile and burst into tears as I stared at her picture that I have propped up on our dash. It was just too perfect - I hope!
It also made me feel lucky to know that I have so many people listening to my story about the the girl who is hopefully coming to stay.
I have attached our official request for adoption so you can see how all of our documents look. Everything is dual-language for us, our documents, our meetings, our socializing!
The second page had all the official stamps and notarized signatures. It was completely in Russian so I don't know if there was anything that should be edited out for our own safety! It has about 3 round, official, purple-inked stamps. Everyone important in Russia has these stamps. They are all over many of our documents. At the clinic I was joking with Mike over who will have the biggest circle on the page. It was like a mini bragging contest. These stamps often have the profession written across the middle and then more information around the circumference. As soon as you see one of these stamps come out you know it's serious business. Thursday, May 23, 2013
The Next Steps
I have printed many photographs so I always have them on me to show people! Now, that wasn't a necessary 'next step' but I did need a few to send to CHOC and 10 for us to take to our court hearing. We are also encouraged to bring some of us with Dania to add to the album we gave Dania, this way she can look at her with us too!
I printed the photos. I informed our provincial government of the success of the trip and that we are waiting for a hearing date. I sent CHOC the child information form we had to fill out for the embassy in Ottawa. This form is so we get a "No Objection" letter from our government, which is a must for the hearing. I also sent in the last quiz for our training and we will be scheduling the date for our last video conference soon. I found a dresser for Kid's room that will be perfect. It popped up on kijiji today and I was lucky enough to see it early; we will be picking it up tonight. That means Kid's room is complete!
We will also be working on our court statements over the next week. We want them to be perfect and my problem will be saying WAY too much because I just love her that much!
I printed the photos. I informed our provincial government of the success of the trip and that we are waiting for a hearing date. I sent CHOC the child information form we had to fill out for the embassy in Ottawa. This form is so we get a "No Objection" letter from our government, which is a must for the hearing. I also sent in the last quiz for our training and we will be scheduling the date for our last video conference soon. I found a dresser for Kid's room that will be perfect. It popped up on kijiji today and I was lucky enough to see it early; we will be picking it up tonight. That means Kid's room is complete!
We will also be working on our court statements over the next week. We want them to be perfect and my problem will be saying WAY too much because I just love her that much!
Monday, May 20, 2013
Day 6 Tourists in Moscow and day 7 travels
After doing the old Arbat district yesterday,
we headed towards the centre of Moscow and revolution square. We didn't go into the Kremlin armory, I really had no desire, it was just cool to see how enclosed and separated it is from the rest of the city. Moscow is a series of concentric circular roads and the river cuts through the middle and the Kremlin and Red Square are situated in the centre. We saw the outside of tombs and museums and churches, St. Basil's Cathedral being the most impressive and famous.
We also ended up in a massive underground mall. This is why Russia feels more like Toronto than Europe, massive malls with major brand name stores. We walked around for about four hours and decided to head back to the apartment. When crossing major roads there are underground tunnels, which is nice, and we get the feeling it really wouldn't matter if we just ran across the road anyway. Russians do what they want! They park where they want, enter rooms when they want, cross streets, etc.
It was nice being a tourist for 36 hours!
We got up bright and early on the 19th, oh, i swear it is only dark for about 5 hours here. In Sterlitimak, it was still light out at 11 pm and started getting bright between 4 and 5, and headed to the airport. We flew to Warsaw and then to Toronto. It was too hard to sleep because it was during the day for everyone else but after midnight for us. We were flying with the sun, so it was never dark, and everyone else was awake and active. Our plane had purple seats...I liked it! We landed in TO at 8pm, 4am for us. Our flight wasn't until the next morning so we got a room in the Sheraton and slept and showered... so nice! If we didn't do that there is no way we would feel 'human' when we landed in Halifax at 9ish!
Best. Trip. Ever.
Let's do this two more times, ok?
I look forward to "do you have anything to declare?". "Yes, one kid."
we headed towards the centre of Moscow and revolution square. We didn't go into the Kremlin armory, I really had no desire, it was just cool to see how enclosed and separated it is from the rest of the city. Moscow is a series of concentric circular roads and the river cuts through the middle and the Kremlin and Red Square are situated in the centre. We saw the outside of tombs and museums and churches, St. Basil's Cathedral being the most impressive and famous.
We also ended up in a massive underground mall. This is why Russia feels more like Toronto than Europe, massive malls with major brand name stores. We walked around for about four hours and decided to head back to the apartment. When crossing major roads there are underground tunnels, which is nice, and we get the feeling it really wouldn't matter if we just ran across the road anyway. Russians do what they want! They park where they want, enter rooms when they want, cross streets, etc.
It was nice being a tourist for 36 hours!
We got up bright and early on the 19th, oh, i swear it is only dark for about 5 hours here. In Sterlitimak, it was still light out at 11 pm and started getting bright between 4 and 5, and headed to the airport. We flew to Warsaw and then to Toronto. It was too hard to sleep because it was during the day for everyone else but after midnight for us. We were flying with the sun, so it was never dark, and everyone else was awake and active. Our plane had purple seats...I liked it! We landed in TO at 8pm, 4am for us. Our flight wasn't until the next morning so we got a room in the Sheraton and slept and showered... so nice! If we didn't do that there is no way we would feel 'human' when we landed in Halifax at 9ish!
Best. Trip. Ever.
Let's do this two more times, ok?
I look forward to "do you have anything to declare?". "Yes, one kid."
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Day 5 Moscow
The clinic visits were successful... phew! The hospital felt like a fancy bank as it was all marble and crown molding, really swanky and non-sterile feeling. Our translator was great and very assuring for both of us. We saw 7 different specialists, one doctor counted for two signatures, and got our chests x-rayed. It took about 4 hours.
After, we celebrated. We walked the Arbat pedestrian street, which is a touristy area close to our apartment, and just checked it all out. We ate at the Moscow Hard Rock Cafe and relaxed. After dinner we went to one of the pubs across from our apartment and stayed on the patio into the night. It felt good to sit and talk about so much that was non adoption related.
People keep asking me how I can seemingly hold it together. I did cry once we were all done yesterday, but I can say it is because she isn't mine yet. I have to be guarded. Even if I am 99% in love with her I have to have that 1% that I could cling to if it all fell apart. If I didn't have that small portion of doubt inside me, I would be completely crushed if something went wrong. Even though it feels wrong to stay guarded, (trust me, I don't feel it when we are with her) I have to be so in order to keep going. When she is in my arms in the rocking chair in her room, I will let everything wash over me 100%. so, this is why I am seemingly composed. Survival.
Gods I miss her already. I hope she misses us too.
After, we celebrated. We walked the Arbat pedestrian street, which is a touristy area close to our apartment, and just checked it all out. We ate at the Moscow Hard Rock Cafe and relaxed. After dinner we went to one of the pubs across from our apartment and stayed on the patio into the night. It felt good to sit and talk about so much that was non adoption related.
People keep asking me how I can seemingly hold it together. I did cry once we were all done yesterday, but I can say it is because she isn't mine yet. I have to be guarded. Even if I am 99% in love with her I have to have that 1% that I could cling to if it all fell apart. If I didn't have that small portion of doubt inside me, I would be completely crushed if something went wrong. Even though it feels wrong to stay guarded, (trust me, I don't feel it when we are with her) I have to be so in order to keep going. When she is in my arms in the rocking chair in her room, I will let everything wash over me 100%. so, this is why I am seemingly composed. Survival.
Gods I miss her already. I hope she misses us too.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Day 4
We just left the orphanage for the last time this trip. Kind of a perfect ending so there were no tearful goodbyes:
I was singing "I've Just Seen a Face" and she just leaned in and relaxed completely and fell asleep!
We are now going to nap and then head to the airport for Moscow. I will go into all of the boring details I didn't provide yesterday lol!
First, as we were waiting for Dania to be brought to us this morning, we see a train of kids coming down the stairs (they have a railing specifically for tiny people on the main staircase!) and I make eye contact with the child at the head of the line. It was HIM! He has fairer hair, and even his eyes look lighter, but I knew it immediately. He smiled and said 'hi' in Russian. Then, outside, he kept running over to us. I didn't feel a tug in the heart or punch in the gut as I expected I would. I was just happy we saw him and he looked so happy to be running around outside. And boy, did he run! He was the kid that had to keep yelling at to make him come back!
We are now going to nap and then head to the airport for Moscow. I will go into all of the boring details I didn't provide yesterday lol!
First, as we were waiting for Dania to be brought to us this morning, we see a train of kids coming down the stairs (they have a railing specifically for tiny people on the main staircase!) and I make eye contact with the child at the head of the line. It was HIM! He has fairer hair, and even his eyes look lighter, but I knew it immediately. He smiled and said 'hi' in Russian. Then, outside, he kept running over to us. I didn't feel a tug in the heart or punch in the gut as I expected I would. I was just happy we saw him and he looked so happy to be running around outside. And boy, did he run! He was the kid that had to keep yelling at to make him come back!
I'm not sure if the home study is still being done on his mother, but CHOC said he wasn't on any registry now. Either way, he looked happy. All of the kids do, actually. It's nice. They were all outside playing with their little groups of 4-7 kids. The orphanage psychologist was walking around taking photos and she even took one of the three of us. The inside of the orphanage has nice bulletin boards, much like an elementary school, with photos plastered all over. E was pointing out all of the Canadian adoptees to us!
Ok, so, the details. First of all, I think CHOC is confused about things. Either they don't understand how things work over here or they keep getting the cases confused and giving us the wrong info. Most of it is the same procedural info, just wrong cities. This trip is the ONLY time we go to Moscow. Court is in Ufa. The only reason we have to go to Moscow is for the clinic appointments that we have tomorrow (that are the only thing making me feel barfy now). Also, we do not bring Dania to court with us. Just photos of the three of us interacting. CHOC sent me all the fee lists for Moscow and listed it as needed for trip two, so you can see how I was confused!
Yesterday, we went to the notary and gave power of atorny to V, our lawyer, so he can pick up or request any documents, make signatures, appeals, speak for us, etc. while we are in Canada. He then went over the format of the proceeding. First we are all introduced and we say we trust our lawyer and translator. Then the translator makes a declaration that they understand what it is to provide a false translation. Then we state our purpose and say we have no appeals to change our case as stated. It is all very formal and to the point. On our side of the room will be us, our translator, A, and our lawyer, V. The other side will have the prosecutor, the inspector (aka, social worker, who will observe us three together one day next trip) and the director of the orphanage speaking on behalf of Dania's interests. After all of the introductions the judge asks us for our statements. We have been given templates to follow as she will be looking for specific points to be made. Mike speaks first and his is very informative of our living situation, why we are doing this, what annual income is, the basics to it all. My speech is more about the child and our visits (aka, the emotional speech). Then the prosecutor's side states if it is Dania's best interest to be adopted or not (by the way, we found out yesterday that Dania's mother is currently in prison. Our rep here, E, looks at us and says 'well, that's good for us! lol!) and the inspector says her opinion as to whether we were seen to be a good fit. We show the judge our paperwork showing our request to visit the child in the baby home, our request for formal adoption. We state what her new name will be and request permission for the new birth certificate. The prosecutor side will show the papers that terminated parental rights of Dania's parents, and that no other family accepted the offer of her. They will also be showing her medical files here. Once all this is done, the judge asks us for our final word. We basically say that we love her and want to include her in our family. Then the judge will go to her chambers, go through our file, 10-15 minutes V says, and comes out to make her ruling.
That's it. Today, E,A,and V are taking our signed request to the ministry of education and it will be forwarded to the supreme court of Moscow for approval for court. When the minisitry gets it back is when we get our official date. V says it should be between the 10th and 20th of July.
Our second trip should have at least 4 days before court, for us to spend more time with Dania. Russian law states 10 days are to be spent but V says it can be give or take a few. These days will get us reacquainted with Dania, and allow the inspector to come visit. We are also encouraged to bring photos of her spending time with us to add to her album that we left with her tutor. We are also supposed to schedule one day after the court date in case the hearing needs to be pushed back a day (this has only happened once, due to illness of the judge). So, if all goes well tomorrow and at court, at this point she is ours providing there are no sudden claims from her family. We then leave and V will gather up all the proper documents, get Dania a passport, and we come back in 30 days to bring her home.
We were given a lot of paperwork regarding how to behave and what to say or not to say in court. Pretty straight forward. We were also warned not to be alarmed at her new name on the birth certificate since, like ours, it isn't a direct translation as there are sometimes no latin characters for our English pronunciations. I never would have known! We were told never to ask questions of the prosecutor's side, even if prompted, because it may show that we are not familiar with Dania or her case. We shouldn't be alarmed when they read out her medical file because there are several different Russian words for everything and it may sound different from the ones the doctor at the orphanage said to us. There was more, but it will all be mentioned in future blog posts with specific details when they occur.
That is it for now. I may or may not post in Moscow until the airport home. I am glad we have the extra day now since we will not be returning on the next two trips! Hopefully tomorrow goes smoothly (BARF!) and I look forward to being a tourist for a day!
one!
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Day 3
A lot of boring procedure about the court session next trip and getting power of atorny for our lawyer... I won't bore you with that, instead, I will tell you what had me crying today. I was thinking of songs to sing to Dania and this one popped into my head and I was done.
"I've Just Seen A Face"
I've just seen a face
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just meet
She is just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I'd have never been aware
But as it is I'll dream of her
Tonight, di-di-di-di'n'di
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
I have never known
The like of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things
And kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite
Like this, da-da-n'da-da'n'da
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just meet
She is just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I'd have never been aware
But as it is I'll dream of her
Tonight, di-di-di-di'n'di
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
I have never known
The like of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things
And kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite
Like this, da-da-n'da-da'n'da
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
You can see why I thought this was an appropriate song even though they wrote for a different purpose. Well, it's still love, just a different kind.
Katie, Happy Birthday! You donated 240 diapers to your (hopefully) future niece.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Day 2
The second day of visiting had us seeing how she eats (the cleft doesn't affect it at all), seeing some of the exercises they do with her to help her muscle development, and then all about the doctors in the morning. We first had her Russian doctor go over her entire medical file with us. Nothing alarming was mentioned. She is very tiny (6.3kg last month's weigh-in) but she has progressed in a way that they are happy with. She has had all of her vaccinations in the proper timeline and she has had ultrasounds of the brain, heart, joints, etc every six months to ensure no development of problems. The Canadian designated medical doctor was very thorough in his explanations of her examination. She seemed to get a kick out of his stethoscope and was very pleasant during the whole thing. Other than the cleft, (which does not impede eating and shouldn't impede speech, it really is just the roof of the mouth) the concern is her size and muscle development. They keep calling it her physical delay. And her psychological delay is because she doesn't have the one-on-one interaction or contact that is required for a kid to flourish.
The best part was that she was more relaxed with us today. Not as many self soothing motions and she was way more vocal.
The child psychologist talked with us for a bit too. She explained about her behaviour, which is calm, good at showing emotion, and rocks or pets the side of her head to self soothe. She spoke a lot about the things we learned from the Russian training and how extra scheduled and vigilant we should be for the first bit. We should always talk aloud about what we are doing so she is completely used to our voices. She said Dania should get music a few times a week, I told her how I sing and dance and play piano, and the woman laughed and said Dania will definitely enjoy being in that environment. She also said to encourage physical movement, like gymnastics, dance, etc, in order to keep her muscles growing.
Honestly, considering that she is in an institution that currently houses 65 kids, the medical attention that every child receives is impressive. The files are very thorough and the doctor is there everyday.
Her case file showed us more about her parents. There is really no medical history, just what they told the hospital before they left her there. She was never breastfed and has never known a family life. She lived at the hospital for 6 months, and then was transferred to the orphanage. Her parents terminated their rights almost immediately. No other family members seem to want anymore of this woman's kids. All five children have been given away. Stop having kids, already! She is 37, the father is 34, as of this year. Five Russian families have showed interest in her but, more than likely, opted for a younger, healthier child. Remember, she has to have been shown no interest for 6 months before she could go on the international register.
We walked around with her today. Played with lots of toys. She crawled about for us and really seemed more comfortable.
Now, starting tomorrow, they were going to start playing with her nap times and try to reduce her to one, so we were told this could be difficult tomorrow! LOL!
The best part was that she was more relaxed with us today. Not as many self soothing motions and she was way more vocal.
The child psychologist talked with us for a bit too. She explained about her behaviour, which is calm, good at showing emotion, and rocks or pets the side of her head to self soothe. She spoke a lot about the things we learned from the Russian training and how extra scheduled and vigilant we should be for the first bit. We should always talk aloud about what we are doing so she is completely used to our voices. She said Dania should get music a few times a week, I told her how I sing and dance and play piano, and the woman laughed and said Dania will definitely enjoy being in that environment. She also said to encourage physical movement, like gymnastics, dance, etc, in order to keep her muscles growing.
Honestly, considering that she is in an institution that currently houses 65 kids, the medical attention that every child receives is impressive. The files are very thorough and the doctor is there everyday.
Her case file showed us more about her parents. There is really no medical history, just what they told the hospital before they left her there. She was never breastfed and has never known a family life. She lived at the hospital for 6 months, and then was transferred to the orphanage. Her parents terminated their rights almost immediately. No other family members seem to want anymore of this woman's kids. All five children have been given away. Stop having kids, already! She is 37, the father is 34, as of this year. Five Russian families have showed interest in her but, more than likely, opted for a younger, healthier child. Remember, she has to have been shown no interest for 6 months before she could go on the international register.
We walked around with her today. Played with lots of toys. She crawled about for us and really seemed more comfortable.
Now, starting tomorrow, they were going to start playing with her nap times and try to reduce her to one, so we were told this could be difficult tomorrow! LOL!
Nothing But Photos
She makes this face when playing. She also makes a kind of roar! And she was singing and dancing. So FUN!
Monday, May 13, 2013
We Have Arrived, Day 1
She. Is. Perfect.
I could leave the post at that and be content but I know we have questioning minds out there. We landed in Ufa at 7:30am and the Ufa representative, E, and the translator, A, both met us at arrivals. We then went to meet our lawyer, V, and that was the first time it occurred to us that, of course, we would have a lawyer! We drove to the Ministry of Education where we signed the consent forms to go to the baby home and read all about her file.
She is the fifth child of this couple, all previous have been adopted out. A brother in '95 and a sister in '97 to the grandparents, then two brothers in '01 and '06 into foster care. We are now not concerned with the biological parents possibly wanting her. She was relinquished into state care right away. They had her birthday incorrectly stated at the Ministry - mum, they said it was in MAY! GAH! E called the doctor that has been handling her file, and the orphanage and both confirmed the date in February is correct! Phew!
My first impressions of the Ufa city and the space in between is that it is green and magnificent. We were told it was all industrial but it is very agriculturally rich. Massive green fields and rolling hills with righ earth patches. Mostly rye is grown, some corn. On both sides of the car I was just in awe at how vast the farming went. It was like an ocean of lush green. Mike slept and I took pictures of him. I also saw cows, horses, goats, and sheep. I only mention the animals as a big deal because they were RUSSIAN animals.
The town where the orphanage is is more industrial on the outskirts. The buildings look rundown on the outside but I'm betting that is more because of age. The apartment we are staying in, with a woman, K, is warm and cozy - with a RUSSIAN cat! Prrrrrrrey-mew-ov! (that's for Katie). The industrial factories and sites are all surrounded by cute brick or iron walls that separate them from the sidewalks. Russian roads have no lane lines... I gather that you imagine a dividing line and as long as you stay on your side and don't hit anyone anything goes. Mike says it's Toronto traffic with wonky NS roads, with no lanes though!
Ok, so the best part (well, the best up to this point was the glorious showers we took, but then) we traveled to the orphanage. The outside looks like all the others but there is a bright mural painted on the outside. The inside was clean and smelled like food. The ladies were all smiling and and we were led (up a marble staircase, mind you) to a meeting/party room and they brought her in. As I predicted, I was calm, but Mike was perfect as he teared up. I loved seeing it and cried in the car on the ride home remembering it.
She was wearing a red corduroy dress with yellow tights, and a yellow headband with a big yellow flower. She seemed cautious but not scared. We found out after that she had never been in that room before either, talk about stress. She seems to self soothe herself by rubbing above her right ear. She is very tiny and not walking yet. She was born quite small and it has taken a while to build up her muscle strength. She is still in diapers (so L, I will need your crash course on making those cute ones!) but she was receptive to us. We sat on the floor first and had her look us over, she immediately pulled at the hairband, and we just took it easy. Once she was a little more used to us we started the making her dance and tossing her in the air (not too high, we were being watched LOL!) and that brought out the smiles and giggles. She has her cute little teeth in too. The cleft is not visible by any means, and I couldn't even feel it when she quickly stuck my finger in her mouth. It must be all on the roof of the mouth behind the gum line. She also enjoyed picking Mike's nose. She was calm and so wonderfully perfect. Her giggles at the end were almost like little 'roars'!
Her case was discussed with us afterwards and there is nothing there that would scare us away. She will need exercises to build the muscles, lots of patience, but her intellectual level appears on target for her age.
She is a complete doll!
We go back tomorrow to play some more, and have the doctors discuss with us and examine her. The team of E and A are so wonderful. E is like the mother hen making sure we don't think about anything but the girl. A is normally a french translator and we are her first English case. They obviously care about what they do as they live 10 hours away and move into an apartment for cases like us. E seemed to be familiar with Dania and was very honest in her opinions, the whole time stressing that she is not a doctor! LOL! K, who we are staying with, is wonderful too. She doesn't speak English but she makes amazing food, what else matters?
The photos might have to wait to be uploaded so stay tuned or I will show you in person! Wednesday is when we go over more specifics about the case and procedure for the following trips. In the meantime, I'm sure we will both be seeing her scrunch her nose up and smile when we crash to sleep very shortly... oh to sleep laying down, so wonderful.
I could leave the post at that and be content but I know we have questioning minds out there. We landed in Ufa at 7:30am and the Ufa representative, E, and the translator, A, both met us at arrivals. We then went to meet our lawyer, V, and that was the first time it occurred to us that, of course, we would have a lawyer! We drove to the Ministry of Education where we signed the consent forms to go to the baby home and read all about her file.
She is the fifth child of this couple, all previous have been adopted out. A brother in '95 and a sister in '97 to the grandparents, then two brothers in '01 and '06 into foster care. We are now not concerned with the biological parents possibly wanting her. She was relinquished into state care right away. They had her birthday incorrectly stated at the Ministry - mum, they said it was in MAY! GAH! E called the doctor that has been handling her file, and the orphanage and both confirmed the date in February is correct! Phew!
My first impressions of the Ufa city and the space in between is that it is green and magnificent. We were told it was all industrial but it is very agriculturally rich. Massive green fields and rolling hills with righ earth patches. Mostly rye is grown, some corn. On both sides of the car I was just in awe at how vast the farming went. It was like an ocean of lush green. Mike slept and I took pictures of him. I also saw cows, horses, goats, and sheep. I only mention the animals as a big deal because they were RUSSIAN animals.
The town where the orphanage is is more industrial on the outskirts. The buildings look rundown on the outside but I'm betting that is more because of age. The apartment we are staying in, with a woman, K, is warm and cozy - with a RUSSIAN cat! Prrrrrrrey-mew-ov! (that's for Katie). The industrial factories and sites are all surrounded by cute brick or iron walls that separate them from the sidewalks. Russian roads have no lane lines... I gather that you imagine a dividing line and as long as you stay on your side and don't hit anyone anything goes. Mike says it's Toronto traffic with wonky NS roads, with no lanes though!
Ok, so the best part (well, the best up to this point was the glorious showers we took, but then) we traveled to the orphanage. The outside looks like all the others but there is a bright mural painted on the outside. The inside was clean and smelled like food. The ladies were all smiling and and we were led (up a marble staircase, mind you) to a meeting/party room and they brought her in. As I predicted, I was calm, but Mike was perfect as he teared up. I loved seeing it and cried in the car on the ride home remembering it.
She was wearing a red corduroy dress with yellow tights, and a yellow headband with a big yellow flower. She seemed cautious but not scared. We found out after that she had never been in that room before either, talk about stress. She seems to self soothe herself by rubbing above her right ear. She is very tiny and not walking yet. She was born quite small and it has taken a while to build up her muscle strength. She is still in diapers (so L, I will need your crash course on making those cute ones!) but she was receptive to us. We sat on the floor first and had her look us over, she immediately pulled at the hairband, and we just took it easy. Once she was a little more used to us we started the making her dance and tossing her in the air (not too high, we were being watched LOL!) and that brought out the smiles and giggles. She has her cute little teeth in too. The cleft is not visible by any means, and I couldn't even feel it when she quickly stuck my finger in her mouth. It must be all on the roof of the mouth behind the gum line. She also enjoyed picking Mike's nose. She was calm and so wonderfully perfect. Her giggles at the end were almost like little 'roars'!
Her case was discussed with us afterwards and there is nothing there that would scare us away. She will need exercises to build the muscles, lots of patience, but her intellectual level appears on target for her age.
She is a complete doll!
We go back tomorrow to play some more, and have the doctors discuss with us and examine her. The team of E and A are so wonderful. E is like the mother hen making sure we don't think about anything but the girl. A is normally a french translator and we are her first English case. They obviously care about what they do as they live 10 hours away and move into an apartment for cases like us. E seemed to be familiar with Dania and was very honest in her opinions, the whole time stressing that she is not a doctor! LOL! K, who we are staying with, is wonderful too. She doesn't speak English but she makes amazing food, what else matters?
The photos might have to wait to be uploaded so stay tuned or I will show you in person! Wednesday is when we go over more specifics about the case and procedure for the following trips. In the meantime, I'm sure we will both be seeing her scrunch her nose up and smile when we crash to sleep very shortly... oh to sleep laying down, so wonderful.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Turkey
That is the longest flight either of us has been on. Guh! We don't want to do that again. Stop in France or somewhere less than 9 hours...
Ten reasons why I liked Turkish airlines:
10. I've never seen so many people flip out on the flight attendants when they cannot store overhead baggage directly above their assigned seat.
9. Those flight attendants? All extremely good looking... except or one, but hee was up in first class.
8. Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter, Captain America, and Zodiac. Good time-passing movies.
7. In the saftey brief we were instructed to undo our ties and the top buttons of our collars.
6. We were also told infant life vests are to be the only ones inflated prior to exiting the aircraft into water, then showed us a baby having a grand ol' time like he was about to take a dip in the kiddy pool instead of crash into the Atlantic.
5. Good red wine...still didn't make me sleepy.
4. Ashtrays placed for my convenience so I can smoke on the can... Who knew they had ashtrays still?
3. In the case we heard the call to "brace ourselves!" We were to bend our torso to our knees and hold our heads. Physically impossible unless you were under 5 years old.
2. It was like being at Nana's. They kept throwing food in our faces until lights out, and then as soon as people were up again.
1. Non-offensive bathroom deoderiser. Sitting in front of the can for the whole flight, we never smelled poop once.
Istanbul airport is hot, extremely busy, the lady on the loud speaker never stops talking and there is nowhere to sit. Also, half the airport is duty free stores! Ya, we have decided that if we do get Dania, this is too much of an airport. Seriously, it is unlike any I have been in.
A few hours to wait until we board for Ufa.
Ten reasons why I liked Turkish airlines:
10. I've never seen so many people flip out on the flight attendants when they cannot store overhead baggage directly above their assigned seat.
9. Those flight attendants? All extremely good looking... except or one, but hee was up in first class.
8. Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter, Captain America, and Zodiac. Good time-passing movies.
7. In the saftey brief we were instructed to undo our ties and the top buttons of our collars.
6. We were also told infant life vests are to be the only ones inflated prior to exiting the aircraft into water, then showed us a baby having a grand ol' time like he was about to take a dip in the kiddy pool instead of crash into the Atlantic.
5. Good red wine...still didn't make me sleepy.
4. Ashtrays placed for my convenience so I can smoke on the can... Who knew they had ashtrays still?
3. In the case we heard the call to "brace ourselves!" We were to bend our torso to our knees and hold our heads. Physically impossible unless you were under 5 years old.
2. It was like being at Nana's. They kept throwing food in our faces until lights out, and then as soon as people were up again.
1. Non-offensive bathroom deoderiser. Sitting in front of the can for the whole flight, we never smelled poop once.
Istanbul airport is hot, extremely busy, the lady on the loud speaker never stops talking and there is nowhere to sit. Also, half the airport is duty free stores! Ya, we have decided that if we do get Dania, this is too much of an airport. Seriously, it is unlike any I have been in.
A few hours to wait until we board for Ufa.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
bahahaha hiccup resolution
Read the previous post first!!!
I really didn't want to leave the secure area and go through security again so, I decided to call Turkish airlines. Needless to say, within three minutes I had an answer. The man said we are fine. Their computer has us through to Ufa, the gate people will see the right flight number and wrong city and understand what happened. Jessa wins again and saves us a hastle! I think Mike is a little bitter that I was successful so quickly. Lol!
I really didn't want to leave the secure area and go through security again so, I decided to call Turkish airlines. Needless to say, within three minutes I had an answer. The man said we are fine. Their computer has us through to Ufa, the gate people will see the right flight number and wrong city and understand what happened. Jessa wins again and saves us a hastle! I think Mike is a little bitter that I was successful so quickly. Lol!
Hiccup #1?
We are now landed in Toronto but the first hiccup occurred as soon as we signed in. We have no baggage to check so we head to the self serve terminal. Six boarding passes to print. OK, no prob. We are walking away and notice final destination says FRANKFURT! What the? The flight number is correct, the departure time and arrival time are correct, the COUNTRY is not! We proceed to the air Canada counter where we baffle the attendants. There computer system cannot link into Turkish airway but the flight plan they can access does say final destination of our flight number is Ufa. We call the star alliance help number, who continues to not understand what mike is saying. I am suppressing laughter as Mike gets visibly frustrated. "That's great! I don't care! What I'm trying to say is...". Useless other than them saying their computer has our names going to Ufa. As soon as we land here we talk to the attendant at our gate to see if they can find a Turkish airline employee. She doesn't believe our story. We show her the boarding pass and she is floored. So, now we are having a drink and waiting for some good Ontario style chicken wings (I love you NS but you do not know how to make wings) and waiting for the counter for Turkish airlines to open at 1900. We even checked the Turkish airway website and it says only Ufa too. We re extremely thankful that we don't have checked baggage getting sent to Frankfurt though!
It almost baffles me that I didn't freak out. I think it is because I'm so stoked to fly overnight. I flipping love travelling so much. Travelling for this purpose is even better. Travel is one of my favourite things, seeing new places, hearing new dialects, and I hope to one day share the experiences with a kid of my own!
So, keep looking here and send your comments here. I will NOT be checking or updating Facebook while away. It will all be concentrated here so it is all documented in one spot! Will update again once we figure out the boarding pass oopsie.
Xoxo
j
It almost baffles me that I didn't freak out. I think it is because I'm so stoked to fly overnight. I flipping love travelling so much. Travelling for this purpose is even better. Travel is one of my favourite things, seeing new places, hearing new dialects, and I hope to one day share the experiences with a kid of my own!
So, keep looking here and send your comments here. I will NOT be checking or updating Facebook while away. It will all be concentrated here so it is all documented in one spot! Will update again once we figure out the boarding pass oopsie.
Xoxo
j
The Plan
ohmigosh!ohmigosh!ohmigosh!
We leave today!
Here is the plan for trip the first. (ps, feeling fine today. We both slept until about 5:30, when we both were tossing and turning and kidding ourselves that we could fall back asleep. The I screamed us both awake when I dreamt that a rocking horse came into our room and put it's face on the bed right beside mine. what the?):
We fly to Toronto, small layover there. Fly overnight to Istanbul, layover there, then fly to UFA.
We land the morning of the 13th. Our CHOC rep and driver meets us at 9. We go over our appointments, ask all questions about procedure, then head to the Ministry of Education in Ufa for our first government appointment. At this meeting we get to see all the information they have on Dania, fill out lots of paperwork, and ask any questions we have. I also believe this is the point we schedule the court date, after signing our commitment papers. Then we drive to Sterlitamak, where the orphanage is, and meet our host family (the husband of which is our driver) and Dania!
The 14th is when we have the Canadian designated medical practitioner check out Dania. This gives us more information to bring home for our government. Then spend the rest of the day with her.
The 15th is a whole day at the orphanage. Well, we always go "home" for our own meals, which is within walking distance of the orphanage, apparently, but the rest of the time is with her.
The 16th we spend most of the day with Dania. We must travel back to Ufa to fly to Moscow at 20:00. We travel from the airport to our apartment for a late check in (this is a one hour time difference already)! This apartment has free wifi, so if we are not able to upload photos and updates before this date we will definitely do it this night!
The 17th is our appointments at the clinic. We can walk from our apartment, (and thanks to google maps I was able to print directions in Russian and English!), and the appointment time will probably be first thing - we find out for sure with our initial meeting with the CHOC rep in Ufa. Then, the rest of the eve is ours. We are within a 5 minute walk from the pedestrian area with all the fun restaurants and bars so we will probably celebrate our "doneness" for this trip. At this point there is literally NOTHING we can do to change anything until we say our word to the judge. Then we will get some sleep.
The 18th is our bonus day! We stay the extra day and save about 1500 on flights! We get to be tourists! We will go see the Red Square, possible go inside the Kremlin, and all other big sights in this area (all within 15 minute walk from our apartment!). Then we hit the hay and ready for travel home.
The 19th, we fly out at 10:00. We will, most likely, have to be up and leave before 0600 from the apartment so we will be turning in early the night before. This is it though! We will be leaving Moscow for Warsaw at 10, Warsaw to Toronto after a 6ish hour layover, then first thing in the morning on the 20th we fly Toronto to Halifax. It will really be almost the 22nd for us though! Yeah welcomed jet lag!
I will keep doing little posts from the airports when the wifi kicks in. It will be a grand adventure for sure!
xoxo
j
We leave today!
Here is the plan for trip the first. (ps, feeling fine today. We both slept until about 5:30, when we both were tossing and turning and kidding ourselves that we could fall back asleep. The I screamed us both awake when I dreamt that a rocking horse came into our room and put it's face on the bed right beside mine. what the?):
We fly to Toronto, small layover there. Fly overnight to Istanbul, layover there, then fly to UFA.
We land the morning of the 13th. Our CHOC rep and driver meets us at 9. We go over our appointments, ask all questions about procedure, then head to the Ministry of Education in Ufa for our first government appointment. At this meeting we get to see all the information they have on Dania, fill out lots of paperwork, and ask any questions we have. I also believe this is the point we schedule the court date, after signing our commitment papers. Then we drive to Sterlitamak, where the orphanage is, and meet our host family (the husband of which is our driver) and Dania!
The 14th is when we have the Canadian designated medical practitioner check out Dania. This gives us more information to bring home for our government. Then spend the rest of the day with her.
The 15th is a whole day at the orphanage. Well, we always go "home" for our own meals, which is within walking distance of the orphanage, apparently, but the rest of the time is with her.
The 16th we spend most of the day with Dania. We must travel back to Ufa to fly to Moscow at 20:00. We travel from the airport to our apartment for a late check in (this is a one hour time difference already)! This apartment has free wifi, so if we are not able to upload photos and updates before this date we will definitely do it this night!
The 17th is our appointments at the clinic. We can walk from our apartment, (and thanks to google maps I was able to print directions in Russian and English!), and the appointment time will probably be first thing - we find out for sure with our initial meeting with the CHOC rep in Ufa. Then, the rest of the eve is ours. We are within a 5 minute walk from the pedestrian area with all the fun restaurants and bars so we will probably celebrate our "doneness" for this trip. At this point there is literally NOTHING we can do to change anything until we say our word to the judge. Then we will get some sleep.
The 18th is our bonus day! We stay the extra day and save about 1500 on flights! We get to be tourists! We will go see the Red Square, possible go inside the Kremlin, and all other big sights in this area (all within 15 minute walk from our apartment!). Then we hit the hay and ready for travel home.
The 19th, we fly out at 10:00. We will, most likely, have to be up and leave before 0600 from the apartment so we will be turning in early the night before. This is it though! We will be leaving Moscow for Warsaw at 10, Warsaw to Toronto after a 6ish hour layover, then first thing in the morning on the 20th we fly Toronto to Halifax. It will really be almost the 22nd for us though! Yeah welcomed jet lag!
I will keep doing little posts from the airports when the wifi kicks in. It will be a grand adventure for sure!
xoxo
j
Friday, May 10, 2013
1 More Sleep
Oh.My.Gods.
BARF! (not!) I awoke, today, with a sense of calm. I've had a few people ask me how I think I will be when we first meet her. My answer to them has been surprisingly composed. For some reason, in the face of grand moments, I can rein in my usual tearful reactions and focus. For example, I cry at every engagement announcement of friends and bawl like a baby at weddings. My own? Stone cold composed (enough of a difference that my dad even commented on it before walking me down the aisle)... until after it was all done. I believe that is how I will be for this as well.
My to-do list today?
-get Howie ready for pick up in an hour.
-ask a neighbour if she will pick up our mail
-charge the kobo
-watch last night's Grey's and Glee
-try to eat what's left in the fridge, or give it away
That's it. I've done everything else.
A good friend is taking us out tonight for a celebration dinner. We wanted to patio it up, but it's raining (of course) so we will find another plan. It will be nice and I appreciate how excited she is for us. She is also a teacher and has been sharing in the adoption story of one of her students who was fostered and then just adopted by those parents at the beginning of this year. I will always smile when I remember her telling me that at parent-teacher interviews she shared my story with the mom-to-be and all they did was talk about adoption! She gets me more than most people and knows that I love hearing stories about that student.
She also shared this with me today, coincidence that it was written just a few days ago???
Source: http://www.kathylynnharris.com/dear-moms-of-adopted-children/
by author Kathy Lynn Harris
First, a quick note: I wrote this piece after reading an essay written by Lea Grover in the Huffiington Post, titled “Dear Less-Than-Perfect Mom.”
The post by Lea was wonderful, and it made me think about us moms who
found our sweet babies through adoption, and how we face unique
challenges. I hope you enjoy it, whether you are the parent of an
adopted child or not. Happy early Mother’s Day, everyone.
——————————————————————————————————————
Dear Mom of an Adopted Child,
I met you in adoption education class. I met you at the agency. I met you at my son’s school. I met you online. I met you on purpose. I met you by accident.
It doesn’t matter. The thing is, I knew you right away. I recognize the fierce determination. The grit. The fight. Because everything about what you have was a decision, and nothing about what you have was easy. You are the kind of woman who Makes.Things.Happen. After all, you made this happen, this family you have.
Maybe you prayed for it. Maybe you had to convince a partner it was the right thing. Maybe you did it alone. Maybe people told you to just be happy with what you had before. Maybe someone told you it simply wasn’t in God’s plans for you to have a child, this child whose hair you now brush lightly from his face. Maybe someone warned you about what happened to their cousin’s neighbor’s friend. Maybe you ignored them.
Maybe you planned for it for years. Maybe an opportunity dropped into your lap. Maybe you depleted your life-savings for it. Maybe it was not your first choice. But maybe it was.
Regardless, I know you. And I see how you hold on so tight. Sometimes too tight. Because that’s what we do, isn’t it?
I know about all those books you read back then. The ones everyone reads about sleep patterns and cloth versus disposable, yes, but the extra ones, too. About dealing with attachment disorders, breast milk banks, babies born addicted to alcohol, cocaine, meth. About cognitive delays, language deficiencies. About counseling support services, tax and insurance issues, open adoption pros and cons, legal rights.
I know about the fingerprinting, the background checks, the credit reports, the interviews, the references. I know about the classes, so many classes. I know the frustration of the never-ending paperwork. The hours of going over finances, of having garage sales and bake sales and whatever-it-takes sales to raise money to afford it all.
I know how you never lost sight of what you wanted.
I know about the match call, the soaring of everything inside you to cloud-height, even higher. And then the tucking of that away because, well, these things fall through, you know.
Maybe you told your mother, a few close friends. Maybe you shouted it to the world. Maybe you allowed yourself to decorate a baby’s room, buy a car seat. Maybe you bought a soft blanket, just that one blanket, and held it to your cheek every night.
I know about your home visits. I know about your knuckles, cracked and bleeding, from cleaning every square inch of your home the night before. I know about you burning the coffee cake and trying to fix your mascara before the social worker rang the doorbell.
And I know about the followup visits, when you hadn’t slept in three weeks because the baby had colic. I know how you wanted so badly to show that you had it all together, even though you were back to working more-than-full-time, maybe without maternity leave, without the family and casseroles and welcome-home balloons and plants.
And I’ve seen you in foreign countries, strange lands, staying in dirty hotels, taking weeks away from work, struggling to understand what’s being promised and what’s not. Struggling to offer your love to a little one who is unsettled and afraid. Waiting, wishing, greeting, loving, flying, nesting, coming home.
I’ve seen you down the street at the hospital when a baby was born, trying to figure out where you belong in the scene that’s emerging. I’ve seen your face as you hear a nurse whisper to the birthmother that she doesn’t have to go through with this. I’ve seen you trying so hard to give this birthmother all of your respect and patience and compassion in those moments—while you bite your lip and close your eyes, not knowing if she will change her mind, if this has all been a dream coming to an abrupt end in a sterile environment. Not knowing if this is your time. Not knowing so much.
I’ve seen you look down into a newborn infant’s eyes, wondering if he’s really yours, wondering if you can quiet your mind and good sense long enough to give yourself over completely.
And then, to have the child in your arms, at home, that first night. His little fingers curled around yours. His warm heart beating against yours.
I know that bliss. The perfect, guarded, hopeful bliss.
I also know about you on adoption day. The nerves that morning, the judge, the formality, the relief, the joy. The letting out of a breath maybe you didn’t even know you were holding for months. Months.
I’ve seen you meet your child’s birthparents and grandparents weeks or years down the road. I’ve seen you share your child with strangers who have his nose, his smile … people who love him because he’s one of them. I’ve seen you hold him in the evenings after those visits, when he’s shaken and confused and really just wants a stuffed animal and to rest his head on your shoulder.
I’ve seen you worry when your child brings home a family tree project from school. Or a request to bring in photos of him and his dad, so that the class can compare traits that are passed down, like blue eyes or square chins. I know you worry, because you can protect your child from a lot of things — but you can’t protect him from being different in a world so intent on celebrating sameness.
I’ve seen you at the doctor’s office, filling out medical histories, leaving blanks, question marks, hoping the little blanks don’t turn into big problems later on.
I’ve seen you answer all of the tough questions, the questions that have to do with why, and love, and how much, and where, and who, and how come, mama? How come?
I’ve seen you wonder how you’ll react the first time you hear the dreaded, “You’re not my real mom.” And I’ve seen you smile softly in the face of that question, remaining calm and loving, until you lock yourself in the bathroom and muffle your soft cries with the sound of the shower.
I’ve seen you cringe just a little when someone says your child is lucky to have you. Because you know with all your being it is the other way around.
But most of all, I want you to know that I’ve seen you look into your child’s eyes. And while you will never see a reflection of your own eyes there, you see something that’s just as powerful: A reflection of your complete and unstoppable love for this person who grew in the midst of your tears and laughter, and who, if torn from you, would be like losing yourself.
BARF! (not!) I awoke, today, with a sense of calm. I've had a few people ask me how I think I will be when we first meet her. My answer to them has been surprisingly composed. For some reason, in the face of grand moments, I can rein in my usual tearful reactions and focus. For example, I cry at every engagement announcement of friends and bawl like a baby at weddings. My own? Stone cold composed (enough of a difference that my dad even commented on it before walking me down the aisle)... until after it was all done. I believe that is how I will be for this as well.
My to-do list today?
-get Howie ready for pick up in an hour.
-ask a neighbour if she will pick up our mail
-charge the kobo
-watch last night's Grey's and Glee
-try to eat what's left in the fridge, or give it away
That's it. I've done everything else.
A good friend is taking us out tonight for a celebration dinner. We wanted to patio it up, but it's raining (of course) so we will find another plan. It will be nice and I appreciate how excited she is for us. She is also a teacher and has been sharing in the adoption story of one of her students who was fostered and then just adopted by those parents at the beginning of this year. I will always smile when I remember her telling me that at parent-teacher interviews she shared my story with the mom-to-be and all they did was talk about adoption! She gets me more than most people and knows that I love hearing stories about that student.
She also shared this with me today, coincidence that it was written just a few days ago???
Source: http://www.kathylynnharris.com/dear-moms-of-adopted-children/
by author Kathy Lynn Harris
Dear Moms of Adopted Children
——————————————————————————————————————
Dear Mom of an Adopted Child,
I met you in adoption education class. I met you at the agency. I met you at my son’s school. I met you online. I met you on purpose. I met you by accident.
It doesn’t matter. The thing is, I knew you right away. I recognize the fierce determination. The grit. The fight. Because everything about what you have was a decision, and nothing about what you have was easy. You are the kind of woman who Makes.Things.Happen. After all, you made this happen, this family you have.
Maybe you prayed for it. Maybe you had to convince a partner it was the right thing. Maybe you did it alone. Maybe people told you to just be happy with what you had before. Maybe someone told you it simply wasn’t in God’s plans for you to have a child, this child whose hair you now brush lightly from his face. Maybe someone warned you about what happened to their cousin’s neighbor’s friend. Maybe you ignored them.
Maybe you planned for it for years. Maybe an opportunity dropped into your lap. Maybe you depleted your life-savings for it. Maybe it was not your first choice. But maybe it was.
Regardless, I know you. And I see how you hold on so tight. Sometimes too tight. Because that’s what we do, isn’t it?
I know about all those books you read back then. The ones everyone reads about sleep patterns and cloth versus disposable, yes, but the extra ones, too. About dealing with attachment disorders, breast milk banks, babies born addicted to alcohol, cocaine, meth. About cognitive delays, language deficiencies. About counseling support services, tax and insurance issues, open adoption pros and cons, legal rights.
I know about the fingerprinting, the background checks, the credit reports, the interviews, the references. I know about the classes, so many classes. I know the frustration of the never-ending paperwork. The hours of going over finances, of having garage sales and bake sales and whatever-it-takes sales to raise money to afford it all.
I know how you never lost sight of what you wanted.
I know about the match call, the soaring of everything inside you to cloud-height, even higher. And then the tucking of that away because, well, these things fall through, you know.
Maybe you told your mother, a few close friends. Maybe you shouted it to the world. Maybe you allowed yourself to decorate a baby’s room, buy a car seat. Maybe you bought a soft blanket, just that one blanket, and held it to your cheek every night.
I know about your home visits. I know about your knuckles, cracked and bleeding, from cleaning every square inch of your home the night before. I know about you burning the coffee cake and trying to fix your mascara before the social worker rang the doorbell.
And I know about the followup visits, when you hadn’t slept in three weeks because the baby had colic. I know how you wanted so badly to show that you had it all together, even though you were back to working more-than-full-time, maybe without maternity leave, without the family and casseroles and welcome-home balloons and plants.
And I’ve seen you in foreign countries, strange lands, staying in dirty hotels, taking weeks away from work, struggling to understand what’s being promised and what’s not. Struggling to offer your love to a little one who is unsettled and afraid. Waiting, wishing, greeting, loving, flying, nesting, coming home.
I’ve seen you down the street at the hospital when a baby was born, trying to figure out where you belong in the scene that’s emerging. I’ve seen your face as you hear a nurse whisper to the birthmother that she doesn’t have to go through with this. I’ve seen you trying so hard to give this birthmother all of your respect and patience and compassion in those moments—while you bite your lip and close your eyes, not knowing if she will change her mind, if this has all been a dream coming to an abrupt end in a sterile environment. Not knowing if this is your time. Not knowing so much.
I’ve seen you look down into a newborn infant’s eyes, wondering if he’s really yours, wondering if you can quiet your mind and good sense long enough to give yourself over completely.
And then, to have the child in your arms, at home, that first night. His little fingers curled around yours. His warm heart beating against yours.
I know that bliss. The perfect, guarded, hopeful bliss.
I also know about you on adoption day. The nerves that morning, the judge, the formality, the relief, the joy. The letting out of a breath maybe you didn’t even know you were holding for months. Months.
I’ve seen you meet your child’s birthparents and grandparents weeks or years down the road. I’ve seen you share your child with strangers who have his nose, his smile … people who love him because he’s one of them. I’ve seen you hold him in the evenings after those visits, when he’s shaken and confused and really just wants a stuffed animal and to rest his head on your shoulder.
I’ve seen you worry when your child brings home a family tree project from school. Or a request to bring in photos of him and his dad, so that the class can compare traits that are passed down, like blue eyes or square chins. I know you worry, because you can protect your child from a lot of things — but you can’t protect him from being different in a world so intent on celebrating sameness.
I’ve seen you at the doctor’s office, filling out medical histories, leaving blanks, question marks, hoping the little blanks don’t turn into big problems later on.
I’ve seen you answer all of the tough questions, the questions that have to do with why, and love, and how much, and where, and who, and how come, mama? How come?
I’ve seen you wonder how you’ll react the first time you hear the dreaded, “You’re not my real mom.” And I’ve seen you smile softly in the face of that question, remaining calm and loving, until you lock yourself in the bathroom and muffle your soft cries with the sound of the shower.
I’ve seen you cringe just a little when someone says your child is lucky to have you. Because you know with all your being it is the other way around.
But most of all, I want you to know that I’ve seen you look into your child’s eyes. And while you will never see a reflection of your own eyes there, you see something that’s just as powerful: A reflection of your complete and unstoppable love for this person who grew in the midst of your tears and laughter, and who, if torn from you, would be like losing yourself.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Gulp! 2 Sleeps!
We picked up the money today. I am thankful Russia has LARGE bills so we didn't have to carry a wad around that would scream, "I'm money! Take me!"
I will be sorting them into the pre-labeled envelopes very shortly. I also photographed the bills so that if Dania does become ours we have pictures of her original currency for her baby book.
That's it now. I need to get a few books for my kobo and pack my purse with all the important stuff. I already cleaned it out of the unnecessary items so that I can just toss everything in Saturday morning.
This is crazy!!!!!
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
3 Sleeps
I double checked with CHOC and we definitely have no outstanding paperwork. Phew! I just yesterday had this sinking feeling that we should have had something else... I didn't know what, but there has been SO much that it is easy to see why I would have thought that.
I think the dog is stressed out because we kind of are. Mike and I are quick to get on each others' nerves but than quick to see that this is what is happening. We are both worried. Leia has been licking her belly a lot, so I think she feels it too. My biggest fear will be when we visit those doctors over there. If they decide I have a mental problem because I take mood stabilizing medication than we are done for. BARF!
I don't work anymore this week so I have lots of time to keep rechecking everything. That is making me look REALLY obsessive compulsive. We are buying food day-by-day to not leave anything in the fridge to go bad. The cat and dog are ready to go (on Friday and Saturday, respectively) and I am packed with everything except the electronics for my purse and my toothbrush.
As my sister used to say to Olivia, "Calm and sense." Just use my calm and sense.
I think the dog is stressed out because we kind of are. Mike and I are quick to get on each others' nerves but than quick to see that this is what is happening. We are both worried. Leia has been licking her belly a lot, so I think she feels it too. My biggest fear will be when we visit those doctors over there. If they decide I have a mental problem because I take mood stabilizing medication than we are done for. BARF!
I don't work anymore this week so I have lots of time to keep rechecking everything. That is making me look REALLY obsessive compulsive. We are buying food day-by-day to not leave anything in the fridge to go bad. The cat and dog are ready to go (on Friday and Saturday, respectively) and I am packed with everything except the electronics for my purse and my toothbrush.
As my sister used to say to Olivia, "Calm and sense." Just use my calm and sense.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
4 Sleeps
Ok, so, 4 more sleeps.
BARF!
I feel like there should be more to do or that I will be forgetting something major. We pick up the money later this week (don't even get me started on the bank calling and saying they didn't think they could get enough roubles by the end of this week. That was why I called in the order 4 weeks ago so they would have time!), and I will have the envelopes for the proper recipients ready to be filled.
BARF!
Leia will be going to Mike's parents' place. Howie will be going with K & T and I have his bag already started with everything he needs. I am half packed with a written list of all that needs to still go in or go in my purse. I filled small bottles of our current shampoos, body washes, lotions, so that we smell like us when we meet her. I want our smell to hopefully be a comforting memory for her. Luckily, I use baby lotion on myself so I will smell like what I will eventually (hopefully) rub on her.
BARF!
We have our next set of readings and our next quiz for training; that will be for the plane/airports. Holy moly. Planes! For reals this time. BARF!
I have an envelope with all of our itineraries, our reservations for our apartment in Moscow, printed in English AND in Russian, and directions to walk from the apartment to the doctor clinic. I also have forms that we must fill out once we have more information on her. I have my camera batteries charged. I have our visas and our small photo book for Dania. All of this is the important info that, while we travel, I will probably keep unzipping my bag and touching every 20 minutes just to make sure it is all still there.
BARF!
BARF!
I feel like there should be more to do or that I will be forgetting something major. We pick up the money later this week (don't even get me started on the bank calling and saying they didn't think they could get enough roubles by the end of this week. That was why I called in the order 4 weeks ago so they would have time!), and I will have the envelopes for the proper recipients ready to be filled.
BARF!
Leia will be going to Mike's parents' place. Howie will be going with K & T and I have his bag already started with everything he needs. I am half packed with a written list of all that needs to still go in or go in my purse. I filled small bottles of our current shampoos, body washes, lotions, so that we smell like us when we meet her. I want our smell to hopefully be a comforting memory for her. Luckily, I use baby lotion on myself so I will smell like what I will eventually (hopefully) rub on her.
BARF!
We have our next set of readings and our next quiz for training; that will be for the plane/airports. Holy moly. Planes! For reals this time. BARF!
I have an envelope with all of our itineraries, our reservations for our apartment in Moscow, printed in English AND in Russian, and directions to walk from the apartment to the doctor clinic. I also have forms that we must fill out once we have more information on her. I have my camera batteries charged. I have our visas and our small photo book for Dania. All of this is the important info that, while we travel, I will probably keep unzipping my bag and touching every 20 minutes just to make sure it is all still there.
BARF!
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Coping and Structure
Training session number two happened last night. It was WONDERFUL! I really like this and think it applies to many more than just institutionalized kids, but it is practically a guarantee with an orphan from an institution.
We learned from NS training sessions that all adoptions begin with loss. Russia sees their loss and ups it with suspicion. There is suspicion of us as we chose this path and they didn't. The kids encounter this forced immersion and see us, as parents, as the guilty party because it was US that came and took THEM. Even if we are taking them from pain and squalor, we are still taking them from their normal and natural beginnings without their choosing us. SIDE NOTE: For these reasons, young international adoptees can have trouble with fantastial stories like Alice in Wonderland and Harry Potter because of the kids being forced into an entire new environment that is scary! I will have to ensure there is no fear of Harry in this house. I have secretly already planned to order the wand that corresponds with Kid's birthday... whenever that may be! So, adoptions begin with suspicion and they are forced to cope.
We learned about coping behaviours and what to expect our reactions to be for each type. We were also told that these behaviours are to be expected for the first 6 months. If it persists longer than that, we are encouraged to seek help of an adoption specialist therapist. By 6 months, Kid should have shifted into adjustment behaviours (mind you, this still isn't comfort, it is just acceptance and adapting and the knowledge that Mike and I are the "go to" people because we are here to protect Kid).
Oh, another side note: We are encouraged to think of Kid with a family age as well as the actual age. The family age can often coincide with developmental age because the family is a new day zero. To further illustrate this: if we are privileged enough to adopt Dania, she will be about 18 months, but when she turns 2, her family age is only 6 months. Man different stages to overlap and restart. So fascinating!
On to the classic coping behaviours. These are coping behaviours for many situations, but, as I understand, an orphan will fit one type more than the others, so it will seem like an adjustment, because some of these behaviours involve interaction and cooperation, but until Kid begins to exhibit different types of behaviour it is probably a coping behaviour.
Before I get into the types, I want to relay the metaphor we were given last night. It is like a kid being suddenly pushed into a pool while fully clothed. There is instant shock and panic. Sometimes the kid is old enough to know how to swim, which will change the way he thinks, but either way, the kid feels weighed down and a sinking sensation from the soaked clothing and lack of air. There is a point where they can decide to take control of the situation, orient themselves and find the surface, and then, if they know how, they can swim towards it. If they don't know how they still know that's the way to go but will flail and desperately reach for it. I loved this. I know how to swim and am very confident in the water but it is a suffocating atmosphere. I can hold my breath for well over a minute but as soon as I am submersed I have a sense of panic so I can't function as well as I know how to. It makes soooo much sense. Our instructor also relayed that kids as young as 9 months will exhibit these behaviours, because even if they won't necessarily remember the orphanage, they are still currently aware that a HUGE upset has occurred in their life! She also relayed that she knows a girl who was adopted at 3, it has been 6 years and she can descriptively describe her memories of the change from one home to another. It was the biggest CHANGE in her life and therefore the most ingrained. We were told to use words like "change" because that is easier for a child to understand instead of "adoption." Eventually, the child will understand adoption, but emphasize the change aspect as this will be the part that they understand the most.
OK, There are five classic coping types:
1. The Rock Response - This is a child who is in complete denial over their current situation. They feel rejected and question why everything happened - but question it in silence. This is an "acting in" behaviour. They will sit solemn and curled around themselves, refusing to interact with games, conversations, meals, etc. Completely turned inside. It is important for parents not to feel rejected and ignored. They child is coping! We just have to work extra hard to get any response from Kid and constantly assure them it is ok and we are there for them.
2. Ragdoll Response - This is another "acting in" behaviour. The child is in acceptance of their change of circumstance, but in total shock from it. They have no control over their body and just flop over wherever they are sat down. (Think of picking up a kid who is asleep). It is often not a continuous behaviour but will be lapsed into unexpectedly. Characteristic "deer in the headlight" vacant stare. This behaviour can illicit more frustration from the parents as there seems to be no focus. The kid will interact but then suddenly lose interest and 'ragdoll.'
3. Dizzy Performer - This child is also in denial and tries to avoid the present situation by being so busy and random. He is often charming, with a smile or act, but doesn't make a connection to anyone. It doesn't matter who comes into the room, there is no shyness or caution. These are kids who don't sleep well and can literally drop to sleep at random times. They are seen as hyperactive and don't feel immediate pain. The parents take pride in the seeming independence and interaction from the child but will be puzzled by the risk taking and non-stop action. These kids don't learn from mistakes or lessons about bad behaviour. This also leads to frustration.
4. The Royal Boss - This is the "my way or the high way" attitude. These kids feel out of control and want security and try to get it themselves. When they don't get what they want they throw tantrums. These kids don't understand consequences and don't understand boundaries. Parents feel unable to control these kids and feel forced to start using punishments (that aren't understood because they are just trying to gain a security that they just lost!) and can find themselves feeling angry or unable.
5. The Unwilling Guest - These are usually kids who are 2 or older. They feel rejected but are full of hope they can return to their normal world if they behave. These kids usually had a connection with someone before, whether it was a relative or caregiver, but they have lost this connection and act 'perfect' in order to get the reward of that person coming back. Parents of these kids often feel like they have a stranger living in their house as there is no connection made (the kid wants the previous connection), and it is difficult to feel compassion for these kids. They don't act out but they don't convey their hurt.
OK, these behaviours are to be expected - but not consistently longer than 6 months. The best way to help encourage the transition from coping to adjustment is STRUCTURE!
We were told that with all of these coping behaviours we have to keep ensuring that we are there to help and we love them, but by showing consistency in routine and structuring our days and weeks, we are showing security.
Everything is overstimulating for an institutionalized child who has just been forced into immersion in a new world! Unlike a child who grows with a family from birth and gets to know the routine in their house, if we bring home Kid one day and then go out to the grocery store the next day, this new change can induce fear of a second big change. Only introduce one new activity each day, from setting the table, to laundry, to preparing food. ONLY ONE! Endure any meltdowns that occur and judge whether or not you can do a different one the next day or whether it is necessary to repeat the same. Keep meal times, nap times, bath times, etc all the same at first. Wait until they show they are adjusted before shifting things. If it is necessary to go to appointments, only schedule one a week to help avoid over stimulation. You have to limit the number of new daily activities because the child may also display delayed reactions to these changes. Say we go to the drug store week 2, she may be fine and on perfect behaviour (because of fear that we are giving her away) and not react until much later out of relief from the fear. It was emphasized that we must move slow, slow, slow. No parties for the first bit (kids are often given a goodbye party at the orphanage), definitely no planes or hotels for the first year, if possible. This child had grown accustomed to a routine (at the orphanage) and then is suddenly forced into what we see is normal and mundane but, to them, it is foreign and scary.
It was so fascinating. If I could type it all out, I totally would. She couldn't emphasize enough how the littlest thing may cause major stress. No matter how young we are adopting.
I am so glad we are both planning on taking the maximum time off. Mike will be officially on parental leave and I will just be leaving my position. We really want to assure Kid we are here for her and love her! We want to facilitate trust and the feeling of security.
We learned from NS training sessions that all adoptions begin with loss. Russia sees their loss and ups it with suspicion. There is suspicion of us as we chose this path and they didn't. The kids encounter this forced immersion and see us, as parents, as the guilty party because it was US that came and took THEM. Even if we are taking them from pain and squalor, we are still taking them from their normal and natural beginnings without their choosing us. SIDE NOTE: For these reasons, young international adoptees can have trouble with fantastial stories like Alice in Wonderland and Harry Potter because of the kids being forced into an entire new environment that is scary! I will have to ensure there is no fear of Harry in this house. I have secretly already planned to order the wand that corresponds with Kid's birthday... whenever that may be! So, adoptions begin with suspicion and they are forced to cope.
We learned about coping behaviours and what to expect our reactions to be for each type. We were also told that these behaviours are to be expected for the first 6 months. If it persists longer than that, we are encouraged to seek help of an adoption specialist therapist. By 6 months, Kid should have shifted into adjustment behaviours (mind you, this still isn't comfort, it is just acceptance and adapting and the knowledge that Mike and I are the "go to" people because we are here to protect Kid).
Oh, another side note: We are encouraged to think of Kid with a family age as well as the actual age. The family age can often coincide with developmental age because the family is a new day zero. To further illustrate this: if we are privileged enough to adopt Dania, she will be about 18 months, but when she turns 2, her family age is only 6 months. Man different stages to overlap and restart. So fascinating!
On to the classic coping behaviours. These are coping behaviours for many situations, but, as I understand, an orphan will fit one type more than the others, so it will seem like an adjustment, because some of these behaviours involve interaction and cooperation, but until Kid begins to exhibit different types of behaviour it is probably a coping behaviour.
Before I get into the types, I want to relay the metaphor we were given last night. It is like a kid being suddenly pushed into a pool while fully clothed. There is instant shock and panic. Sometimes the kid is old enough to know how to swim, which will change the way he thinks, but either way, the kid feels weighed down and a sinking sensation from the soaked clothing and lack of air. There is a point where they can decide to take control of the situation, orient themselves and find the surface, and then, if they know how, they can swim towards it. If they don't know how they still know that's the way to go but will flail and desperately reach for it. I loved this. I know how to swim and am very confident in the water but it is a suffocating atmosphere. I can hold my breath for well over a minute but as soon as I am submersed I have a sense of panic so I can't function as well as I know how to. It makes soooo much sense. Our instructor also relayed that kids as young as 9 months will exhibit these behaviours, because even if they won't necessarily remember the orphanage, they are still currently aware that a HUGE upset has occurred in their life! She also relayed that she knows a girl who was adopted at 3, it has been 6 years and she can descriptively describe her memories of the change from one home to another. It was the biggest CHANGE in her life and therefore the most ingrained. We were told to use words like "change" because that is easier for a child to understand instead of "adoption." Eventually, the child will understand adoption, but emphasize the change aspect as this will be the part that they understand the most.
OK, There are five classic coping types:
1. The Rock Response - This is a child who is in complete denial over their current situation. They feel rejected and question why everything happened - but question it in silence. This is an "acting in" behaviour. They will sit solemn and curled around themselves, refusing to interact with games, conversations, meals, etc. Completely turned inside. It is important for parents not to feel rejected and ignored. They child is coping! We just have to work extra hard to get any response from Kid and constantly assure them it is ok and we are there for them.
2. Ragdoll Response - This is another "acting in" behaviour. The child is in acceptance of their change of circumstance, but in total shock from it. They have no control over their body and just flop over wherever they are sat down. (Think of picking up a kid who is asleep). It is often not a continuous behaviour but will be lapsed into unexpectedly. Characteristic "deer in the headlight" vacant stare. This behaviour can illicit more frustration from the parents as there seems to be no focus. The kid will interact but then suddenly lose interest and 'ragdoll.'
3. Dizzy Performer - This child is also in denial and tries to avoid the present situation by being so busy and random. He is often charming, with a smile or act, but doesn't make a connection to anyone. It doesn't matter who comes into the room, there is no shyness or caution. These are kids who don't sleep well and can literally drop to sleep at random times. They are seen as hyperactive and don't feel immediate pain. The parents take pride in the seeming independence and interaction from the child but will be puzzled by the risk taking and non-stop action. These kids don't learn from mistakes or lessons about bad behaviour. This also leads to frustration.
4. The Royal Boss - This is the "my way or the high way" attitude. These kids feel out of control and want security and try to get it themselves. When they don't get what they want they throw tantrums. These kids don't understand consequences and don't understand boundaries. Parents feel unable to control these kids and feel forced to start using punishments (that aren't understood because they are just trying to gain a security that they just lost!) and can find themselves feeling angry or unable.
5. The Unwilling Guest - These are usually kids who are 2 or older. They feel rejected but are full of hope they can return to their normal world if they behave. These kids usually had a connection with someone before, whether it was a relative or caregiver, but they have lost this connection and act 'perfect' in order to get the reward of that person coming back. Parents of these kids often feel like they have a stranger living in their house as there is no connection made (the kid wants the previous connection), and it is difficult to feel compassion for these kids. They don't act out but they don't convey their hurt.
OK, these behaviours are to be expected - but not consistently longer than 6 months. The best way to help encourage the transition from coping to adjustment is STRUCTURE!
We were told that with all of these coping behaviours we have to keep ensuring that we are there to help and we love them, but by showing consistency in routine and structuring our days and weeks, we are showing security.
Everything is overstimulating for an institutionalized child who has just been forced into immersion in a new world! Unlike a child who grows with a family from birth and gets to know the routine in their house, if we bring home Kid one day and then go out to the grocery store the next day, this new change can induce fear of a second big change. Only introduce one new activity each day, from setting the table, to laundry, to preparing food. ONLY ONE! Endure any meltdowns that occur and judge whether or not you can do a different one the next day or whether it is necessary to repeat the same. Keep meal times, nap times, bath times, etc all the same at first. Wait until they show they are adjusted before shifting things. If it is necessary to go to appointments, only schedule one a week to help avoid over stimulation. You have to limit the number of new daily activities because the child may also display delayed reactions to these changes. Say we go to the drug store week 2, she may be fine and on perfect behaviour (because of fear that we are giving her away) and not react until much later out of relief from the fear. It was emphasized that we must move slow, slow, slow. No parties for the first bit (kids are often given a goodbye party at the orphanage), definitely no planes or hotels for the first year, if possible. This child had grown accustomed to a routine (at the orphanage) and then is suddenly forced into what we see is normal and mundane but, to them, it is foreign and scary.
It was so fascinating. If I could type it all out, I totally would. She couldn't emphasize enough how the littlest thing may cause major stress. No matter how young we are adopting.
I am so glad we are both planning on taking the maximum time off. Mike will be officially on parental leave and I will just be leaving my position. We really want to assure Kid we are here for her and love her! We want to facilitate trust and the feeling of security.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
9 Sleeps
I often feel like I don't even know what to do with myself right now. I have school work and house work but I find myself drifting towards Kid's room and just staring...hoping.
Our assignment went well, and we have a second video session tomorrow night. I was asked how I feel about all of the possibilities for trauma trouble. Maybe I'm being naive, and I'm sure people might judge me as cocky, but that part of this process doesn't scare me. I feel like I will be able to deal with any issues that crop up once Kid is home; it's everything leading up to that that I have no control over. I still get quite scared when I think about how all of those doctors will be judging me, and then the judge, and then someone could change their mind again in those thirty days that follow the custody hearing.
I fear I am suffering from a massive case of the "what ifs."
Our assignment went well, and we have a second video session tomorrow night. I was asked how I feel about all of the possibilities for trauma trouble. Maybe I'm being naive, and I'm sure people might judge me as cocky, but that part of this process doesn't scare me. I feel like I will be able to deal with any issues that crop up once Kid is home; it's everything leading up to that that I have no control over. I still get quite scared when I think about how all of those doctors will be judging me, and then the judge, and then someone could change their mind again in those thirty days that follow the custody hearing.
I fear I am suffering from a massive case of the "what ifs."
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