Lydia is doing so well though, and I have to say that even though I hate the fact that I’m lying in bed right now and our only form of passing the time is making up English words to go with the Chinese news broadcast (for the record, Mark is pretty funny at this), I’m glad she had the day to just play in the room. She’s coming out of her shell a little bit more, smiling a little more readily, making a little bit more noise. She still is not very active. If you put her on the bed, she just stays there where you planted her. Though we have practiced walking some (see the picture from yesterday when all was well), we have yet to see her crawl which we were told she does “very well.” But, I guess she will do this more as she gets more secure with us. We have noticed that even with me cutting a larger hole in a fast flow bottle nipple, she sweats a lot when she takes her bottle. Anyone else experience this?

As we were laying here moaning a little bit earlier, Mark said, “I’m glad we’re doing this.” I said, “What? Laying here sick as dogs?” He answered, “No, I’m glad we’re bringing her home.” I am too. I have to keep remembering that as I get discouraged. She’s worth all this no doubt.

 

It’s 11am Tuesday morning our time (11pm EST) and Lydia is doing much better. Her temp is down to 98.9. We’re going to keep her on tylenol today to make sure it stays down and continue with the amoxicillin for the full 10 day regimen. I’ve appreciated all the comments and emails. Sounds like this isn’t uncommon for newly adopted children which comforts us. I was pretty upset when we thought we’d have to take her to the doctor. As our doctor told us last night in the midst of everything, “glistening doesn’t equate with competence.” I get that. But, clean would sure make me feel better. I just now got an email from Lisa who received her daughter Izabella in Xi’an. She told me about a decent clinic not far from here. So, I feel much better having that info in case we need it.

I will share a little more about yesterday now–though my typing is slow with Lydia snuggled on my lap.

We had an appointment back at the Civil Affairs office for more paperwork and for our adoption interview. The orphanage directors were both there, and we got to ask them some more questions. They told us that 7 or 8 nannies cared for Lydia (who they called Yue Yue) and that they have 100 kids in their care. They said diarrhea is normal for her (we think she has giardia–she went through two sleepers in the first hour back in our room). We were told we could come by and pick up the clothes she was found in (Thanks so much, Kim, for that suggestion! I did not think to ask for those things!). We plan to head to Baoji tomorrow to do that and see her hometown.

We sat at the desk of the civil affairs official while he reviewed all our paperwork. Then, he started asking some questions (through our interpreter): How many kids do you have already? What are their ages? If you have 3 kids already, why do you want to adopt? Describe your jobs. Are you prepared and able to handle another child? Describe the plan you have for her future education and medical needs? Did you get all the information you wanted about the child? Do you have any questions about her or about Chinese adoption laws? Is she acceptable to you? Finally, the official gave us a sort of blessing, saying that she will no longer live the life of an orphan but that she will have a family and that he is glad she will have a mother and father and have a happy life. It was a significant moment to hear those words. Then, we signed a bunch of papers (there were in Chinese, so not sure what exactly we were signing. But, we knew they meant she would be ours) and even had to put our fingerprint next to our signatures. Then, Lydia had to have her tiny footprint placed next to ours. She has been marked as our own. We gave our gifts to the official, the orphanage directors, and the notary (chocolate bars with an American flag on the wrapper and a pack of handmade stationery with American quotes about the family, etc. on them). Then, the directors said their goodbyes to Lydia. They were not emotional though they smiled and seemed pleased that we were so happy with the baby. We thanked them for taking such good care of her. I really do believe they care for their children well and enjoy seeing them adopted. We had brought pictures of another child from their orphanage who had been adopted back in 2006. The mother sent it to me before we left to give to them. They smiled and seemed pleased to have the updated pictures and know she is doing so well. And, they even brought their own camera and took a family picture of the three of us.

We applied for Lydia’s passport after that then went to a big store (the Chinese name translated means “everyone’s happy”) to pick up another toy for her and a couple other little things. Then, we were on our own. We were so proud of ourselves finding a place for lunch where those smiley pictures were taken on a little playground inside there (Angie, you’ll have to go to this place and let Emma play). And, after a nap, we even took a long walk and found a famous local dumpling place for dinner—quite the adventure as the English name of the restaurant was not on the sign outside and the menu had no English on it. But, we had a good meal and walk until Lydia then got sick. 

I guess then we’re all caught up. She’s no longer snuggled on my lap but asleep in her crib. Hopefully, she’ll feel well enough after a little nap for us to venture outside and maybe walk on the city wall which looks sort of like a castle wall and is 600 years old. I also spotted a cute children’s boutique last night that I’d like to head back to at some point. I love kids’ clothes. 

(Deep breath) So, all is well for now. She’s getting more used to us though she still cries a bit when she first wakes up and sees us and realizes we aren’t who she normally sees when she first wakes up. She definitely prefers Mark to me and quiets quite easily for him. In time, I’m sure she will soften to us and become quite secure in knowing we are never leaving her.