Birthday Party Pictures

No explaining needed...
Except, my sweet E, I am so glad I am your mother.
I am so glad you were home in time to celebrate your first birthday with our family and friends.
And, you're, like, the most awesome baby ever.

Happy Birthday, E-Poodle!

(Note: Now with pictures!)

(This picture is from R Day yesterday... Nothing to do with this post, but I LOVE it!)

Today, my baby is one already!

We woke up early today, as we had to meet my dad and mom at Panera (no rude comments today, yay!) so that my parents could take R for the day. (My dad's been wanting to take her sledding.) I bought a "Birthday Girl" shirt for her so everyone would know that today is indeed a very special day. E and I shared an egg and cheese breakfast sandwich while Mom and I talked about the rest of the plans for tomorrow's Pink Poodle Birthday Party.

After we got home, we played with all the toys without R trying to snatch them. We read some of our favorite books, too.

Then, we practiced "Big Girl Standing," and E stood for 5 seconds on her own. (Yesterday, she stood for 3.) Then, the birthday girl posed for a few cell phone pictures to send to brag about turning one and standing all on the same day.

After that, the birthday girl decided it was time to do some hard-core crawling around to work up an appetite for lunch.

For lunch, Miss E requested baby "hot dogs" (those gross baby meat sticks that smell like cat food to me-- ewww), mandarin oranges, and a cheerio or two. We had a long, leisurely, quiet lunch and did some chair dancing. We also practiced blowing kisses and waving!

After that, it was time for a nap so we had a bottle (milky bot, as R calls them!) and fell asleep.

We woke up from our nap, and Mommy realized that E must have had 3 teeth break through her gums while she was asleep. (At least they were not there yesterday!) We had some more bottle after a diaper change and went downstairs to play.Soon, the mail arrived, and E-Poodle helped Mommy open the mail. One would think that on one's birthday, the box that arrived in the mail would be for her, but no, it is a new pair of shoes for "sister."

While waiting for Daddy to get home from work, we practiced "Big Girl Standing" and stood for a full 7 seconds on her own. As this is a lot of work, we then decided to finish our after-nap bottle!

Daddy soon came home, and the Princess was very happy to see "Daaa!" Daddy finished some things for work (he works from home some days).

We had dinner (Mexican-- E loves beans and rice) and then went out for ice cream, although the Birthday Girl didn't get any. No sweets for her until she has her cake tomorrow!

Soon we tried to wind down for bed, which took over an hour tonight. We cuddled with Daddy and Mommy both!

What a great birthday!

Tomorrow? Birthday party!

IT'S R DAY!!!!!!!! And our first post-placement SW visit for E

Wow, two years ago, this very day, we met R for the first time. I've posted the story on here, well, I know of at least 2 times, but what the heck? I'm going to tell it again.

A and I woke early after both sleeping like rocks. We had to be downstairs by 8 or so in order to have breakfast, fill out paperwork, and then GO MEET R before our scheduled embassy appointment at 1pm.

I remember picking an aqua shirt to wear because I thought it would look the best against R's skin and with my eyes (vain, right? But we were going to be taking a lot of pictures.)

We went to the hotel lobby for breakfast. The other 2 families as well as our awesome case manager, J, were already eating. I got some sort of breakfast food, and I mostly just picked at it. Finally, A (transitional home director) walked up the marble steps and into the lobby.

It was so lovely to finally meet her, yes, of course, but I was DYING to get to my child. So nervous, too. My mind was going a thousand different directions. I tried as best as I could to fill out the paperwork correctly and listen to what A was telling us. As it was Presidents' Day, the embassy ended up being closed so we would shop later in the day and have our embassy appointment on Tuesday.

FINALLY, it was time to go meet R. A and I grabbed each other's hands and followed A to our destiny along with the other 2 families.

I think my heart skipped a beat when we turned a corner and saw the famous red gates. A knocked on the door, and suddenly, there we were... The place I'd longed to be for the past 8 months, our agency's home.

Across the court yard, babies sat in the sun, some in bouncy seats, some on blankets, some getting their massages. All of them basking in the warm Ethiopian sun. Perfect.

I gasped as I realized that I recognized one curly little head and 10 tiny toes apart from the others. There she was, my precious, beautiful R. She was facing away from us, and I remember whispering to A, "There she is..." Suddenly, someone picked her up (maybe A or J?) and handed her to me.

The moment of truth. I kissed her little forehead and just held her close. My greatest emotion: relief. She was finally in my arms, and the ache of my heart was lifted. I pulled her back so I could look at her beautiful face, and she was smiling at me. She knew I was her mom!!

All the fear of her rejecting me, rejecting us, vanished. (She did attach to us very quickly, unlike her baby sister!)R wasn't so sure about Daddy at first, but after about 10 minutes, both of them had gotten used to each other! (I think it looks like they have the same facial expression in this picture below.)Below, our first family photo, taken about five minutes after becoming a family. After a long day of meeting each other and shopping (yes, R was with us for that), we were all tired and ready to go to bed! Some people wonder if they would be able to love an adopted child as much as one they give birth to. I have never given birth to a child (don't plan to either-- just not the way for us to build our family), so I can't say. What I do know is that I love my girls so much it makes my heart almost burst sometimes. If that isn't enough love, I will never know what is.

And, today, we get to celebrate family. Celebrate our R. Celebrate the end of the journey to becoming a parent and the beginning of a journey as one. Two years after meeting R for the first time, I am in awe that I am her mother.

She is beautiful.

She is stubborn.

She is funny.

She is smart.

She is loving.

She is amazing.

And, she is my daughter, always and forever.

My sweet R, I love you so much. I am so thankful that I get to be your mother.

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We also had our 3 month post-placement visit with our social worker today. It went great! Our social worker has been with us since our first post-placement with R, and it is always nice to see her. R loves her, too. E did well and was her usual sweet and amazing little self. I love my girls so much!

Tomorrow? E's birthday!! A big week in our house. :)

Baby Got Braids! And Arriving in Addis 2 Years Ago...

I tried to do some braids in R's hair today. It has been a long time since I've tried to style it-- like months-- and I've never been very good at making the parts straight and clean. But R has been talking about braids since we had our ET fund raiser dinner a few weeks ago and was around ET woman again... She remembered that she had her hair done by one of them at culture camp in Sept. So, I thought it was worth a try. I wasn't planning to do the whole head, but she wanted me to, so I did. I did the part on the side on the top of head not planning to do the rest so I wasn't really sure what to do with the back because I didn't want it to look like the braids on her whole head were off center... So here is how it turned out! What do you think?

Also, two years go, A and I arrived in Addis, along with the other 2 families in our travel group. It was amazing to finally be in Ethiopia, but it was overwhelming. We were tired, and the process to get our visas and to go through customs and immigration were confusing. Finally, we managed to get out of the airport, and there were J and D, holding signs that said "{Our family Name}." It was unreal.

We drove through Addis on a Sunday night, late. There were tons of people on the streets, and one person in our group asked why. I knew already-- they were homeless. At each stop of the van, children and adults swarmed our van. White people driving through the city caught every one's attention. (The begging was MUCH less our 2nd time in ET.) We got a copy of the schedule for the week and found out that we would have the chance to meet R's birthmom on Wed. We were so happy to get this news!!

We got to the hotel, checked in, and collapsed into bed. A few blocks away, our sweet R spent her last night at HH, not knowing her parents would meet her in the morning...

Above: A picture of R on our first night as a family. This one always cracks me up!

Two Years Ago Today...

(Above: The first picture I ever saw of my child on the day of our referral, Dec. 7, 2007.

Below: One of the pictures we received on Jan. 28, 2008 after we learned we'd passed court and were heading to Ethiopia to bring our daughter home!)A and I were on a plane to Ethiopia for the first time to meet our precious R...

I cannot believe it has already been two years since that plane trip.

I remember how excited and nervous we were. I remember just wanting to get there already and getting to our girl.

My tiny little girl. She was only 3 months old when we met. And my heart had ached for her for the 2 months we waited between referral and travel.

I think about that flight, that trip a lot. We were flying toward our family. The end of a long wait to become a mom and the beginning of life as one.

R had my heart from the first moment I saw a picture of her. A and I were in love with her from the first glimpse at our then-three-week-old baby. But there were so many unknowns.

We'd read all the books and learned all about attachment and bonding. One line from a book we read sticks with me even today... "Adopted children will often VIOLENTLY reject one parent. In most cases, it is the mother." I was so scared that our tiny baby would reject me. Could my new momma's heart take it?

Surely her rejecting me couldn't be more painful than the wait to finally hold her was.

And, what did we know about being parents?

CBS's story about CWA in Ethiopia

What are your thoughts?

I was pretty appalled by the one-sidedness of their reporting. I think if the story is true then CWA should never be allowed to operate in any country again.

I think CBS was unfair in a lot of what they reported, and I did not like how they made it seem like most ET adoptions were unethical.

Clearly, if there is wrong-doing by an adoption agency, then it should be invesigated so that it does not happen to any other families. I would never want to have any part in an illegal adoption.

I would really like to know what the rest of you think.

Here's the link to the CBS Evening News homepage if you have not read it or seen it...

Happy Valetine's Day!...

...from my Ethiopian Princesses!

I tried to get a good picture of both of them today, but it didn't work out. E would not cooperate at all, so this picture will have to do.

R was more willing to pose for a picture, so here you go! (The shirt is one I got on clearance last year from TCP. Had I, in my wildest dreams, imagined that E would be home, I would have bought one for her, too!)

Nuff Said

Two Reasons to be Thankful

1. H is out of the hospital and is doing much better. Still recovering and still needs to have more tests run but home. (Actually has to go back to work today and hasP-T conferences tonight. I don't know how she does it. She is pretty much the toughest person I know.)

2. Just got a call from the HR person at work. I am going to be able to continue to use sick leave (and get paid) instead of having to take unpaid family leave for the additional time I am taking off with E.

Are you their LEGAL guardian?

Yep, sure am. I'm their MOTHER.

Update on H

Just talked to H's husband, M. He said today was "a wash" at the hospital. They are keeping her another night because her calcium and potassium levels are low, and they're worried about her having a heart arrhythmia. They are unsure if her condition is due to clots or something else, as all their testing has come back negative at this point. Her stomach is still swollen, and she still feels pretty bad. The zofran is helping with some of the nausea and vomiting.

For those of you fairly new to my blog, my friend H almost died about 2 1/2 years ago from a massive blood clot extending from her abdomen to her ankle. (The vein was completely blocked.) She has had problems since then, has a filter in her chest, and is on blood thinners. She has some other as yet undiagnosed medical issues-- possibly RA or something else.

Her being in the hospital is freaking the crap out of me as we almost lost her the last time she was there. I'm going to go see her tomorrow. I couldn't today as I had the girls, and A got home late from work.

Please Pray

My friend H, who has blood clots in her leg and abdomen, is at the ER awaiting a CT scan. They've given her zofran and morphine for pain. Would you please pray for her, her husband, and her 2 little girls?

I do not have a lot of details, but it appears the clots are coming back at an alarming rate.

In Case You're Wondering...

... oh random woman at Panera. Yes, they're both adopted. No, just because they're black ("especially the little one" as you put it) does not mean they're from Haiti. And, yes, I can hear your conversation.

A Few Things

(This picture has nothing to do with anything, just know my posts are more interesting with a picture of the girls. Well, in this one, you get, me, too. A little dorky, but look at how cute the girls look in matching pjs. Umm, I LOVE having two little girls!)

1. Would you keep my sister-in-law and, more importantly, my niece in your prayers if you do that sort of thing? Not something I feel at liberty to go into on my blog right now, but things are not great. I am worried about my niece and the decisions my sister-in-law is currently making.

2. My mother-in-law told me yesterday that after the attempted terrorist attack on Christmas Day and the ET Air flight crashing, we are not allowed to adopt any more. She told me that two kids are enough and that we're done. I just smiled and said, "Well, what if the girls need a little brother... or two?" E's adoption is not our last one; we're already talking about when, how, who, etc. It'll be a while, but it'll happen.

3. Seriously? New Kids on the Block on a come back tour? What the heck? You know you want to sing along with me... "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.... hangin' tough. Listen up everybody if you wanna take a chance. Just get on the floor and do the New Kids dance..." I'm embarrassed to admit my memory of the song doesn't stop there. Who was your fav? Umm, mine? Joey, of course!

4. R has been a handful the past few days. When she does something she shouldn't (like kick baby sister in the face), I ask her why she did it. She always says, "Beee-duu," which means "Because." She doesn't actually understand how to use the word, but it is really cute. Sometimes she's say "Bee-duu Mama!" meaning that she's doing it to get my attention.

5. Ethiopian fundraiser dinner for the culture camp I am on the planning committee for is this weekend. It's supposed to snow, but I'm hoping we'll still have a good turnout. We are maxed out at about 130 people attending... I'm looking forward to it, but like all big events, I'll be glad when it is done. It is always so nice to be around families who look like mine. And it goes without saying that I'm happy about having an ET meal. Especially since the ET place closest to my house has been closed for over a month. I think it is open again now, but it is still about an hour away.

6. I'm supposed to go back to work on Feb. 17. E is not ready, and quite frankly, neither am I. Will you please pray that my work doesn't give me a hassle about extending my leave and that I'll be able to continue to use paid sick leave for the additional 2 weeks I am requesting?

Ok, that's it for tonight.

Ethiopia Trip: Day 5: Shopping Day

Tuesday, December 29, 2009, 9:00pm


As I write this, A and T are both fast asleep. She went down pretty well, and A's feeling a little off so I'm glad. And, it is peaceful...

Today was shopping, which was pretty successful. We bought a lot in the shops as well as a painting for E's room and a smaller one for another place in the house. We bought lots of dresses and a rainbow of scarves, which was our main goal.

I think my favorite purchase this time is a small scroll with a nativity scene painted on it. I love it. It is different from anything else we bought, and I really wanted an Ethiopian nativity. This is a good second choice, and I'll get the nativity back home because I found a site that sells them.

(E and A at HH, ready for the shopping day for us and the visiting of her special mothers and friends for E. Don't you love her outfit? R had one similar that we brought to ET with us, too. It was my favorite outfit she had when she wore that size-- 3 to 6 months!)

T did not do well with being at HH and then back to us. She started crying as soon as I entered the room (hey, at least she recognized me, right?) to get her. She cried a ton when she and I went back to the hotel room. A was not with us because he and some of the other guys were helping the HH staff move the huge washer from the old HH to the new one.

The crying was awful, my poor baby girl. She did fall asleep, but she was sobbing while she slept. She was very emotional even when A got back from helping.

We were able to see some of the pictures of T and her birthmother today. Talk about emotional. A and I were both in tears. There were about 46 photos-- an amazing blessing.

Good night.

One Month Since our First Family Day

Jan. 1, 2010.
A new year.
A day for new beginnings.

What better way to begin the year than bringing home our second daughter and being united as a family of four? I love that our Family Day is the first day of the new year...

In the month that she's been home, E has blossomed. She's amazing in so many ways. She is sweet, calm, funny, good-natured, all around cute, cuddly, healthy... The most important adjectives I'll use tonight is: secure and comfortable.

She knows who her mom and dad are. She loves her big sister (who kicked her in the face today-- very special). She's doing remarkably well considering how old she was when she came home and how hard things were at first for us, well, for me, mostly. She would have little to do with me our first week together in Ethiopia, and I don't blame her.

My sweet little girl... I can only imagine how scared she was. I know with R, I can look back at pictures from our first days and weeks together and see the fear in her eyes. I am not yet at that place with E entirely, but I know it will come in time.

And, she's healthy now. I am pretty sure she's giardia-free, and she's growing and gaining weight like crazy. It is definitely time to say good bye to all the 6-9 month clothing and bust out the 12 months stuff. We will never know how long she had giardia (although there was no mention of it in our referral paperwork), and I do know that it can cause delays in growth and development. I know that being healthy has made such a huge difference in my little one.

This post is scattered, as is my brain tonight. I have lots going on, lots to think about, and lots to do in this new year. And on top of all that, I'm supposed to return to work 2 weeks from tomorrow. Ha. Riiiight. (E is so not ready for that, and I'm not either.)

2010 has already been a year of change for us, and it is only the second month. I'm excited to see what this next month brings.

Sweetest Thing That Happened Today

Lazy Sunday morning at our house. Both girls come in bed with us before we really want to get up, and they crawl around and play...

E stops playing for a moment, leans over my face, and kisses me twice, drool and all, right on the lips.

She is so precious.

Satin Pillowcases on Etsy.com

Ok, I know, more talk about satin pillowcases, right?

But I wanted to share with you who made the pillowcases for my girls as well as a picture just so you could see. I know the picture is not the best quality, but I took it from the convo feature of etsy in which she sent it to me. But it is the 3 pillowcases for R, with an "R" on each in opposite colors. You can't really see it very well, but she's also put a rhinestone right next to the "R." (She's not putting them on the ones for the baby, of course!)

I got them from the seller "HILARYD4790," and she is going above and beyond on these for my girls to make them great. She's selling them for $4 a piece, which I think is a great price, too. She did 2 pink, 2 purple, 1 green, and 1 orange for the girls' rooms and to leave at my parents' house for when the girls spend the night.

If you're interested in getting some from her, go to the etsy site, and do a search for her username under "sellers." There is a place where it says "contact seller" and that will be where you talk to her about making some for you.

Oh, I want to point out that I'm not getting anything for posting this info on my blog. I just know there have to be other people out there who want pillowcases, and this particular seller has been great to me... So I thought I'd pass her info on to you. (She did NOT ask me to do this or anything like that, but she does know I'm posting this!)

Ugh.

Said to me today about the girls: "They're cute. How much did they cost?!?"

My (icy) reply: "Nothing."

Why are people so rude? Do YOU have kids, buddy? How much did THEY cost? Why do people think it is ok to ask adoptive parents questions like that?

If you're an adoptive parent, how do you answer questions like that? Also, what do you do when people want to touch your children's hair? I need to be more assertive about that, too, while I'm at it.

Satin Pillowcases

I read somewhere-- a blog, an online article, a book, a magazine... I don't know which-- before R came home about the importance of using satin for African hair. A and I stored the info away and didn't act on it until it was clear that we were at a point with R's hair that we had to make some changes... It was time to really start understanding that beautiful Ethiopian baby curls need something different than what my hair does, for example.

I remembered about the satin pillowcase suggestion and tried it out. R's hair was improved immediately. Why? Well, satin is smooth, for the most part. Instead of my girls' hair getting sort of "stuck" on cotton and especially flannel, when they move their heads, their hair just glides across the pillowcase. Bottom line, hair that isn't catching on material for 8 hours straight is healthier and stronger hair. It also helps to keep the hair's moisture better for many of the same reasons.

So, I don't just have my girls sleep on satin because they're princesses.... it is because it really is better for their precious curls. I am sure you will find the same if you start using satin for your ET children, too!

Misc. and a few questions answered

(Not that I'm biased in any way whatsoever, but aren't my girls the cutest children you've ever seen? This picture was taken a few days after we came home with E. She and big sister R in her crib. Her room is purple and orange, which I think I mentioned before. My mother in law did the curtains, valance, bed skirt, quilt, blanket, crib bumper, and sheets for the room!)

First, baby girl had blood work done today. We got the orders on Jan. 8 and waited until we had an insurance card in hand with her name on it before we went to do it. She did really well, the sweet little beet. We have to return on Friday to get more drawn because they couldn't draw enough for all the tests today because of her weight.

Question I got today about R while we were there: "Is she adopted, too, or is she yours?" I just said that they are both my girls. I know the nurse didn't mean it like it sounded, but sometimes it is really hard to answer questions like that gracefully.

A few posts ago, I got a few questions about the little doll thingy E is sleeping with. It is from etsy.com, and the seller is "yournest." I love etsy!! My favorite thing is the alchemy feature in which you can put out a request for something you want. For example, I recently did one for satin pillowcases for the girls. (Side note, if you have ET children and don't use satin pillowcases yet-- GO BUY ONE. Right now. We started having R sleep on one-- a king sized one will fit across a crib mattress pretty well-- when she was about 9 months old, and it is amazing how much a difference it makes! We brought one to ET, and E slept on it every time she was napping or down for the night-- except for the pic in the post below because that was her first nap with us, and I did not think of it until that first evening with her. Anyway, I digress.) I was tired of only being able to find white and off white satin pillowcases so I did a request on etsy and am getting great custom ones with the the girls' initials on them... and for a great price! Etsy is addicting; I'll warn you now!

Another question I got was if our agency's transitional home had moved before we went to ET. We were actually the last travel group to stay at The Union and to meet our children at the old HH. Many of the children were already at the new HH on our "gotcha" day, and everyone moved on the Wed. we were there.

I loved meeting my E where we met R. I loved going back... However, traveling the same week they were moving meant that A didn't want families hanging around HH too much so we did not get to spend as much time there as we had hoped. That was disappointing for both A and me.

We did get to go the the new HH on the last day of our trip, and it amazing!! I cannot say enough good things about the new place.

Ok, I hope I answered all the questions you asked. If not, feel free to post the question again, and I'll get back to you.

More about our trip and how we're doing... coming soon!

Ethiopia Trip: Day 4: Evening

Monday, December 28, 2009, 8:10pm

(See below for an earlier in the day entry about the embassy appointment! 2 posts in one day again although it says Jan. 21 because that is when I started it!)

T is asleep. Starting to learn some of her cries. I know now her "I'm hungry!!" and "I'm tired!!" cries. She is just soooo sweet and precious. Tonight she freaked out a little bit and really wanted A to put her to sleep right around 7pm. She was out in about 3 minutes and has mostly been sleeping peacefully. I am hoping tonight goes as well as last night did.

Tomorrow is our shopping day. A and I just went through our list of what to buy and got that all organized. T will go to HH for the day as A and I both want to do the shopping. I'm sure when we pick her up after it, it will be a little difficult, but she'll be ok. And it will be the last time the special mothers will see her so I think it will be good for them to be able to say good bye.

HH is completely moving on Wed., so this will be our last chance to say good bye to our daughters' ET home. Weird to think about, really, but I know the move is necessary. I am hoping to spend a little more time when B tomorrow, too, so I am about to report back to S. And, mostly, just to be with her, the sweet little baby, would be lovely, although she was very shy when we met her the first time Sunday. (Was that really only yesterday?)

I'm so tired tonight. Getting up at 6am to be ready for the emb. appt. was rough. A and I both napped while T did this afternoon, but now I am thinking it is time for bed again.

Ethiopia Trip: Day 4: Embassy Appointment Day

Monday, December 28, 2009, 2:15pm

The princess is currently napping. She did very well last night-- only getting up 2 times, once around midnight, the other around 5am. (Maybe waking up for the call to prayer? And A said he heard roosters this morning, too!) She had hardly had any formula with us because she kept spitting it back up. Turns out the "age appropriate" guideline for bottle nipples is not a good one. We brought size 4; she's on 2! We asked A today, and she gave us T's actual nipples from HH. She started to perk up right away and is now eating fine. She can also eat table food, which is good because that's all she really had until we figured out the problem.

Across the street, construction is still going on on the building that was being built in Feb. 2008 when we were here last. Currently, men and women are carrying large rocks, one by one, into the construction site. For what reason? Who knows? I could watch the street below our hotel all day long and never get bored!

Above: A rather poor (but actually the only one I can find at the moment) photo of the building in Feb. 2008. Below: The same building in Dec. 2009! These are the rocks I'm talking about.

T is warming up to me much more today. Last night, she was all daddy's girl, but she is doing better with me. I'm not too concerned as this is pretty normal behavior. After all, the knowledge that she has of women is that they leave her. It will take a while for her to understand I'm not going anywhere!

The embassy appointment was fine. We rode to it in a small bus, and A held T while she looked out the window.

We waited for quite a while for all the appts.-- nearly 3 hours. T was an absolute angel baby and slept on me most of the time. The questions were basic-- is this the child referred to you? When did you meet her? What do you know about the birth family? Will you meet the birthmother? If you ever would, you understand that you cannot give her anything? You understand that the adoption is final and forever? (A thousand times, yes!)

T woke up at the end of our time there and did cry a little but was mostly fine. Really, all the babies were!

She is a snuggle bug, this one. So much more so than R already. She loves to just be held and cuddled, especially when sleepy. She sort of attaches herself to us, a good thing, indeed, and loves to grab onto our shirts while falling asleep and having a bottle. Or whenever, really. She just loves to feel secure. Sweet little beet indeed!

Addis. Once again the city overwhelms me. Constantly moving and busy. But poverty and sadness all around, too. It is hard to really imagine that my babies are from here (even with being here right now) and what their lives would be like had they stayed.

There is no Internet at the hotel this time, but text messaging on my cell phone works. I sent an update that way, as I'm sure back home, people are wondering. I know it went through because at 2:30pm-- 5:30am at home-- L texted me back, and I was able to send and receive another response. So that is good. (By the way, she's having a BOY!!)

Ethiopia Trip: Day 3: The First Evening

Sunday, December 27, 2009, 8:15pm

We have her! Our daughter is now sleeping peacefully in the Moses basket at the foot of our bed.

I cannot say that our first meeting with our daughter was blissful. She was so scared, my precious girl! She cried and cried when I first held her and reached for her special mothers and for A (HH director). (I'm sure it didn't help that they woke her up from her nap.) She was terrified, and of course, I don't blame her. She finally did fall asleep on me while we were at HH, but I think it was because she wore herself out.

As we walked the short distance to HH, I couldn't help but remember the last time we did this to bring home R. I miss her so much! I was so nervous, too.

A wanted us to meet our kids one family at a time this time... and the babies were all napping so one by one, families went into the house. About halfway through the families, A called our "J family, T's parents," and into the house we went.

We met our daughter on the steps in the main house at HH. We were on our way upstairs, and the special mother met us there with a confused and crying infant. She said, "T? T's parents?" I must confess I didn't realize it was her at first! I wasn't expecting to meet my daughter in the middle of a flight of stairs.

Her cry could break your heart right in half. She cries with her whole face, her whole body, the poor baby. It took A's holding her and speaking to her in Amharic to calm her down enough to fall asleep in my arms.

After meeting T, we were able to meet S's daughter B and take some pictures. She is so darling and precious but was very scared of us. I hope to be able to spend some more time with her and take more pictures with her as the week progresses.

T's really taken to her Daddy, not so much to me. She sat on his lap all through dinner and even shared some hamburger bun with him. She hasn't had much of a bottle, but that's ok.

After dinner, I took T upstairs while A signed for the bill. She realized he wasn't with us and just cried and cried until he finally came upstairs. She fell asleep in less than two minutes, I think! A held her a little while and put her down. She wiggled and got comfortable and then stayed asleep.

One of the most precious surprises of the day is a CD. Not just any CD, though. It is a CD labeled "T with her [birth] mom." A and I both teared up when we were told what it was. A precious treasure. Even though we will not meet T's birthmom, we have pictures of her. That is an amazing gift. I cannot wait to see them.

I hope for a peaceful night for us and for our girl.

By the way, when we got to the hotel she peed on me while we were sitting in a chair. Awesome!

Ethiopia Trip: Day 3: Sunday Morning in Addis

(NOTE: See below for days 1-2, travel. 2 posts in one day-- read that one first!)

December 27, 2009, 9:00am

The day we meet our princess girl! It it about 9am now. A is sleeping-- was awake and fell back to sleep. Outside, Addis is up and moving. Two men change a tire on a blue and white van. My back kills from the bed. The building across the street is still under construction but is nearly finished. A child sings. A few blocks away, I know my daughter is up, in the routine of HH, which will not be her way of life for much longer. The poverty is already heart-breaking. Children, again, begging for money at the van window as we drove from the airport around midnight last night, one not much older than M's daughter T. (We learned later that it is now punishable with a fine to give money to beggars from a car/van, as about 30 to 40 people are killed each month that way in Addis. That explains why the begging was SO much less than it was the first time here.) The beauty is here. Even under a grey sky, the mountains are stunning. The kindness of the people again, evident immediately. D and J.

[See below for the journal entry about the travel. It was right here.]

It is nice this time that the newness and culture shock are not too much. This will indeed be a difference experience in so many ways. I am so happy to be here. The culmination of yet another long wait.

And my E. I cannot wait to meet her in just a few short hours. To walk the path to HH, to go through the gate yet again to meet my daughter...

Ethiopia Trip: Days 1-2: Travel

December 25-26, 2009:

We woke early on Christmas morning to finish up late-minute packing and get R to my friend H's house, where she'd stay 2 nights until my parents returned home from Florida.

R was excited about going to H's house to play with H's 2 daughters.

I was nervous about leaving R for a week and nervous about the 24 1/2 hours travel A and I had ahead of us. On top of that, I'd slept badly (and not very much) and felt horrible. Nerves? Yeah, probably. And I always feel sick before a big trip like this.

Passports? Check. IDs? Check. Money? Check. Return ticket for the baby? Check. Contact solution? (R hid my glasses that morning so I was going to have to just wear contacts the entire trip.) Check.

Ok, we were good to go.

We left the house for the last time as a family of three...

We got to H's house and stayed a little bit. H's parents and grandmother were there to have Christmas morning breakfast, and H's two daughters were excited to see R and to be playing with all their new toys. I tearfully said good bye to my sweet 2-year-old girl, who said, "Bye, Mom!" with a smile and went back to playing with a new train set her friends received from Santa.

The first flight of our trip was uneventful and fine. We checked our 4 bins of donations and carried on everything for us and the baby, as once again I was worried everything wouldn't make it.

We got to Detroit just fine. However, as our flight to Amsterdam got delayed more and more, I started to worry about making our connection to Addis Ababa. The information at the gate was that they had to change planes.

However, the information from the massive CNN screens told us a different story. A flight from Amsterdam to Detroit had had some trouble... A man, CNN was reporting, had tried to light a firecracker on the flight. From watching that and piecing together what the airline was telling us, I gathered that our plane was supposed to be that one on the trip from Detroit to Amsterdam and they had to replace our plane as the FBI was currently examining that one. (Note: We later learned that it was an attempted terrorist attack, not just firecrackers.)

Right before we finally got on the plane, we met R and D, who were in our travel group. They were great to travel with (not just saying that because you read my blog, R! We really did enjoy being on the trip with you, D, and Baby B!).

I wrote in my travel journal the following about the flight:

"The flights and travel [to Addis] were grueling, especially Detroit to Amsterdam. The diaper bag was crammed at my feet, and we were wedged between two strangers. The Amsterdam airport, big, crowded, and overwhelming. Neither of us slept on [the flight from Detroit to Amsterdam] so we were awake over 24 hours. Our KLM flight from Amsterdam to Addis Ababa was much better."

Above: Here we are on the plane, ready to get to Addis Ababa and to meet our girl!

Below: The out the window shots on the flight from Amsterdam to Addis. Baby girl, we flew over the ocean, across the desert, and above mountains to get to you.

I was soooo glad to get to Ethiopia. Truly, it felt like coming home, and in a way, it was. After all, half our little family called Ethiopia home for the first months of their lives.

We got through the visa line, customs, and immigration chatting with R and D. The airport experience was pretty much the same as the last time, except that they do have more than one x-ray machine, so that made the process a lot quicker.

We found our bins with the "help" of the man who in the last time around bullied me into giving him a 20 birr tip for loading 3 bags onto the x-ray. He didn't remember us (obviously!!), but I sure remembered him. He was just as pushy as the last time... the difference this time being he did NOT get that tip from me!

Finally, we got through the doors, and I scanned the crowd waiting to pick people up for J and D, who picked us up the last time. And, suddenly, there was D, smiling and holding a sign that said "[Our agency] Family." I was so happy to see him, and said, "Hi, D, do you remember us?!?" He said he did, and I told him we were back for our second child. It was awesome to see him again, as he was so good to us the last time.

We waited for a little while for the rest of the families in our travel group to get through all the lines and baggage claim. A few were missing some bags and had to fill out paperwork. We got to know the other families a little bit, and they all seemed so nice. (We were lucky to have such a great travel group!)

We all were tired and ready to get to the hotel. It was around 11pm, and we had been traveling for so long.

We exited the airport, and, to my surprise, it really was raining in Ethiopia. So weird, as the first time around it was sunny and mostly cloudless. Below, my (blurry) picture of the airport from the parking lot. I was too tired to care if it came out or not.

We met J with another van in the parking lot, and our luggage was loaded onto the tops of the vans once again. I don't know why, but I was nervous our bags would all go flying off the roof. Of course, they were fine, just like before.

Driving through Addis late at night... How to describe it? It was familiar, for sure, and heart-breaking, too. The poverty, the homeless people on the streets, the blue and white cabs. They were all there, again...

We got to the big overpass near the hotel, and I recognized it as being close. I said to A, "We're almost there..." and soon, we were there. At the Union. Again. Ahh, home, at least in a way.

We waited in line to check in and, unfortunately did not get the same room we had the last time. I was hoping to get it, just because it was the room we'd gotten to know our first daughter in, and it held memories for us. However, we were on the 3rd floor this time, and the room was smaller. I didn't like the room at first and asked to change room. They were all full, but we could have done so the next day. We didn't end up doing that, and the room ended up to be just fine in the end.

Like the last time, we fell into bed and slept, our daughter just a couple of blocks away spending her last night in the place that had been her home for the past 2 1/2 months.

Geez, y'all are fussy!

Shall I start at the...

beginning.....

or the

end.....

of our trip to Ethiopia????

2 Weeks Home

Can ya believe it? She's been home for 2 weeks. In some ways it seems like we were JUST in Ethiopia... On the other hand, it all seems like a very distant memory and that she's always been with us.

My daughters, they are amazing.

I am such a lucky momma!

And, my dear friend S is home with her Sweet B as of this afternoon! What a reason to celebrate!

Mom FAIL!

Ugh. Day two of A back at work, and I've already failed miserably as a (temporary) stay at home mom of two.

I take synthroid daily and have always just kept it by my bed. R knows it is for mom only and doesn't mess with it...

Until today.

R wanted Beary, who happened to be on my bed so I sent her upstairs on her own to get him. E and I stayed downstairs and played baby drums. R shut the door to my room, and I could hear her getting into the shoes on the shoe rack hanging from the door. No big deal, really, I thought, plus it was keeping her occupied for a few minutes.

E started fussing the "I'm hungry and tired" cry so we went into the kitchen to get a bottle. After making it, we went upstairs to my room.

Upon seeing R, she had "the look" in her eyes. You know. The "I'm up to no good" look. I was expecting to find lotion everywhere or something.

Then I noticed the pill bottle on the floor. I ran to it and picked it up.

Empty.

I started panicking. I asking her where mommy's medicine was. "Eat, eat," she said with the sign for it as well. I asked her again, and she gave me the same answer. (Sometimes she makes stuff up so I needed to be certain.)

I called A and couldn't get a hold of him. I was crying. E was crying. R was just standing there. A called me back and got the number for poison control for me.

When I could talk, I called. (I was really hysterical.) I gave the guy the information, and thank you god, the medication wasn't going to kill her. She's fine.

I just held her and sobbed until A got home. E, the sweet little baby, fell asleep while having her bottle next to us on my bed.

Ok, that was definitely more terrifying than her breaking her arm this summer.

And the whole episode from her going upstairs to my finding she'd eaten the pills was 3 or 4 minutes at the most.

So, yeah, a big FAIL to me as a mom of two...

(BTW, A's working on transferring my picture files to an external hard drive, so I'll actually be able to post some pictures of the baby soon!)

Giardia

It actually sounds like sort of a pretty word. A town on the Italian Riviera perhaps. Or a fancy coffee drink.

But no. It's a crappy word (pun intended). And I'm tired of it already. Yes, we're the lucky ones with an Ethiopian child who came home with giardia.

Do you know who I just got off the phone with? The public health department!! Like my baby is going to infect everyone with this horrific disease that will wipe out the population of our city or something! At least that is how the lady on the phone made me feel.

Yesterday, the baby went through 5 outfits!!

And we have to give her nasty, horrible-tasting medicine 3 times a day. Now that is a great way to bond with your new child. Hold her down and force her to take nasty medicine.

It's been one week...

... since we got home!

And what a week it has been.

Here are some changes in my sweet baby since we came home:

1. She is not rejecting me anymore.

2. She is eating like a beast.

3. She never stops moving. (Although still WAY more calm than R.)

4. She can pick up cheerios and puffs and get them in her mouth successfully.

5. She gets angry and throws her head back if she doesn't get her way.

6. She is obsessed with her big sister's hair.

7. She is only waking up once a night.

8. She smiles and giggles.

I fell in love with her yesterday. Does that sound weird? Probably not if you're an adoptive parent. It was strange for me, as with R, I was completely in love with her from the first moment I held her in my arms. R and I connected instantly.

This time, though, was different.

Last night was a beautiful moment. I was feeding her a bottle. She stopped drinking it, looked up right into my eyes, smiled at me, and giggled. She was comfortable in my arms... comfortable and happy. And suddenly, I realized I love her. Wholly, completely, forever.

She is mine and I am hers.

Merry Christmas...

... Ethiopian style! Yes, today was ET Christmas. We didn't do anything for it today due to the bad weather, but we're planning to on Saturday.

Where are the pictures? The day to day posts about our trip to Ethiopia? The updates on the baby and R? They're coming, they're coming.

I promise. There is just a lot going on around here and NO TIME!!

S leaves for ET tomorrow. Safe travels! I cannot wait to see a picture of the whole family!
Lots of love,
M

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

For Sale:

One Two-Year-Old Princess.
Comes complete with cabin fever and a very clear pronunciation of the word "MINE!"

Ok, obviously, I'm just being silly and don't mean that AT ALL, but R is quite the challenge today!

Napping...

...at the same time? Both girls?

Heaven!

We're Home

I'm exhausted.

Of course.

As I am in no shape to find my camera, find the card reader, and download pictures from our trip just yet, I will leave you with the first picture I saw of T when we got our referral. I thought it seemed appropriate.

Good night... Pray we all sleep tight! (Girls are both asleep right now in matching sleepers in their own beds.)