Sunday, May 9, 2010

WAY BACK MACHINE, circa 2006


I wrote this right after Josh was born as a way of describing new motherhood to a friend. What wonderful memories it brings of falling in love with my now 4 year old boy! Happy Mother's Day, all!


Before Becoming a Mother, I Never Knew--


...that it could take until noon to find time to eat breakfast.


...that I could simultaneously operate a double breast pump, rock a baby to sleep, and do my taxes.


...that the fact that my son is mesmerized by the lines on my headboard is NO indication of his intelligence.


...that there comes a point when you just don't care how many "lactation consultants" squeeze your boobs.


...that being vomited on at 2am is just not as much fun as it was at age 21.


...that baby boys actually take great delight in urinating all over their mother.


...that an 8 pound human would necessitate a continuous stream of laundry.


...that a solo trip to the bank or post office could feel like a vacation.


...that my heart would swell, Grinch-style every time he smiles at me.


...that I would be secretly pleased when only Mommy can stop him from crying.


...that sometimes I would look at him and burst into tears because I am so lucky.


...that feeling your baby roll and flutter inside of you is an indescribable joy.


...that seeing your husband hold your baby would make you fall in love with him all over again.


...that our parents have waited their whole lives for this.


...that true contentment is an infant nuzzled against your chest.


...that I would thank God every night.


...the wonderful feeling of tiny fingers grasping mine.


...that I really would love him more each day.


...that hearing him laugh and watching him learn would be the greatest moments of my life.




Saturday, May 8, 2010

"No China. America."


"No China," Yaojie said this morning when I told him he'd be starting Mandarin language classes, "America."



Before Yaojie's arrival, I networked hard with the Asian community. No one of even remote Asian ancestry crossed my path without me striking up a conversation, asking them to be my personal language tutor, requesting they do some light translation... or simply smiling giddily at our invisible connection. I set up play dates with families with little boys adopted from China, Hong Kong, Korea & Thailand. I located a bilingual babysitter and a Chinese pediatrician. I joined the local chapter of Families with Children from China (FCC). I bought Chinese art and soaked up all Ni Hao Kailan had to offer. I once --OK, three times-- accosted an elderly Chinese man at the playground. And I'm not a bit sorry --he was from Shanghai! With a bilingual grandson Yao's age! After only minimal badgering, he gave me his phone number. I tried not the read into the fact that it had an out-of-state area code. Or that he darted to his car directly after.

It's all been for naught --Yaojie shuns all things Chinese. I did not see that one coming.

When he is around adults of Chinese descent --especially when they speak Mandarin to him--, he clings to me, wants me to hold him close, becomes nervous & agitated. The very thing I thought would bring comfort, instead brings fear. I guess it's not that difficult to understand. Everything Western has been so positive for him --Attention! Toys! Fun outings everyday! All you can eat! Kisses & hugs! I think he sees reminders of China as a threat --he does not want to lose his new life. How does he even wrap his 5 year old brain around his situation?

So we will continue to infuse bits of China into our daily life and seek to instill positive feelings in Yaojie for his homeland. We will continue Mandarin classes and hope to strengthen Yaojie's friendships with other Asian children, adopted and not. We want him to know that he can be 100% Chinese, 100% American, and 100% ours.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Wild Care Bear


If she's not running on the kitchen table,

she's scaling the cabinets.

If she's not using soap to "paint" the mirror,

she's catapulting herself over the baby gate.

If she's not climbing into the refrigerator,

she's climbing into the freezer.

If she's not somersaulting off the couch,

she's putting pajamas on the dog.

If she's not chasing her brothers with a hockey stick,

she's dancing on the coffee table.


My girl.


I love her like crazy.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Just What we Wanted


It was 2 years ago tonight that we started the adoption process. Well, actually, we started the process in June of 2006 and then *bam* were pregnant with Josh in no time... But on May 5, 2008, we returned to our agency, ready to begin the paperchase towards adopting a healthy baby girl. At the time we anticipated a 3 year wait --which was perfect for us, since Josh was barely 2 and Cara was only 6 months old. I vividly remember driving to the informational meeting that evening --thoughts of our new daughter bringing smiles as they swirled in my head. I passed a street called "Megan" --the name we were planning to give our girl-- and thought it was kismet. A son and two daughters, how perfect. I had never felt more sure of a decision. Over the months, we completed our homestudy & dossier, wrote our checks and waited. Then last summer we saw a video of a little boy who, although shy, kept reaching for the microphone held by his caretaker. He was male. He was four. He was special needs. He met none of our qualifications. He was ours.

Sometimes in life, your Chinese baby girl is a rough-and-tumble 5 year old boy. Two sons and a daughter, how perfect.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

30 and Out


In a miracle of science and nature, the kids and I all slept until 8:30 this morning. I know what you are thinking: "Ahhh" (pleasant sigh). But given the fact that we have to be out the door by 9:00 to get Josh to preschool, you should instead be thinking: "Ahhh!" (nervous shriek). Here is a glimpse of getting 3 children and a harried mom out the door in 30 minutes flat, without being late for preschool --ok, not being any later than we usually are...

"Josh, wake up and go potty... JOSH... potty, Josh... come on... *pulling covers off*... get up for school...JOSH... Yao, it's ok, accidents happen... DON'T take your pants off in here... no, go to the bathroom... I'll be there in a second *gathering bedsheets, pillowcase, comforter & pajamas and running them downstairs to the wash*... Cara, yes, I'm coming, yes, I'll get the spider... what did I do with him? Sent him home to his Maker... I mean his Mommy... Cara, get off the sink, get down right now!...here, put this on, Cara... how about this... how about this... how about this... no, it's 80 degrees you can't wear snowpants... OK, FINE, WEAR THE SNOWPANTS... Josh, your underwear are on backwards...Yao, wash your hands before you touch anything else... OK, Yao, I'll get your noodles...I said I'll get them. I'm getting them now... yes, I am getting them... yes, it will be big... ok, then which spoon do you want... the green one's dirty...I am not washing it... *washing green spoon* OK, here... Cara, get off the sink... Cara, stop feeding your waffle to the dog... Cara, CARA!... Josh, I don't know why my hair is curly... no, don't hand it to me, get a Kleenex for goodness sakes... how about this bowl... this bowl?... this bowl?... Cara, get off the sink... Where are your sandals, where are your sandals... here they are... oh, no! Dog poop! Cara, stop wiping the dog poop off the sandals... STOP IT! OK, everyone in the car... no, you can't buckle yourself... yes, Cara, that's a dandelion... ok, everyone stop picking Daddy's phlox... stop it... stop it... stop picking phlox... stop picking phlox RIGHT NOW...

And away we went --snowpants, defaced sandals, pocketfuls of phlox & all.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

2 Months


Saturday marked 2 months since the day we took Sun Yaojie in our arms in a crowded Shanghai notary and became a wonderfully chaotic family of five. There have been highs --Mommy, give me kiss!-- and there have been lows --Whhhaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!-- but above all else it has been a time of learning, adjusting and settling into our new roles. Yaojie continues to both challenge and amaze us --he is incredibly bright and has been learning English in a flash. He's only been in America since March 11 and already he can understand the gist of everything we say to him. And his vocabulary! Just today he complained, "Josh bother me. Cara bother me. I don't like it!" Spoken like a true older brother! We have seen so many wonderful changes in him. Recent breakthroughs include conquering his fear of dogs --"That's nice! Soft!" he now says when petting Malarkey; Staying with the babysitter while I had to drop off some paperwork; Softening to the attention and conversation from new people; & forming bonds with my family, who visited from Pittsburgh last weekend. We've been so proud of him and at times I forget that he has not always been with us. As any parent --and especially an adoptive parent of an older child-- knows, our time together has had its challenges. There has been sibling jealousy, short-temperedness all-around, nights of crying out in pain, hurdles with his medical condition & tantrums --oh, dear God, the tantrums! Often in triplicate! In public! Complete with biting, scratching and strings of Chinese curses! There are challenges and triumphs, highs and lows. Eric and I have laughed, we've cried, we've instituted a daily happy hour. I hope that you enjoy following our story.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Man's Best Friend?


Let's just say that Yaojie is not a dog lover. We knew this may be an issue --there are not a lot of dogs in China. In fact, we saw only 2 small dogs and a cat the whole time we were there. Random sword dancing in the park: Yes. Dog walking in the park: Not so much. And, never leaving the orphanage, Yaojie certainly would not have had occasion to see the few dogs there are. Our agency even told us not to include pets in any of the photos we sent to China (on a side note, they also told us not to send any nude photos either. I assure you that had I sent nude photos of myself to China, then our dogs would be the least of Yaojie's worries!). Long story short: Our boy is terrified (and I mean screaming-and-trembling-in-his-Nikes (OK, Garanimals)- terrified. And, because of my volunteer work with the Humane Society, we have 3: Malarkey, our tri-colored menace; Grady, who has a deep-seeded paranoia of the floor, the ceiling and everything in between; and Baron, our 17 year old slowsky of a beagle. We are introducing our new son to his 4 legged siblings slowly. We brought the beagles hom from Eric's parents' last week and Malarkey is still at Eric's sister's --AKA Club Med for Dogs. We first showed Yaojie the dogs from afar. "GO!!! NO!!!" was his response. ("Go" means 'dog' in Chinese, which means that all the times I said that to my pups, I wasn't being antisocial, but rather... multicultural). Actually, Yaojie's reaction was more of a visceral yelp "GOOOOOO!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!" He screamed this in such a manner that had Eric offended that Yaojie was telling him to get lost and me making a mental note that our boy might just have the pipes for opera. Later that day, I took Yao to PetSmart and let him choose several types of treats for the dogs. He did not get the same pleasure out of PetSmart that Josh and Cara do --not an animal lover yet, this one! When we arrived home, Yaojie was excited about giving the beagles their treats. he didn't want to hand feed them, so, through pantomime, I suggested he throw them from the balcony. He ran out onto the balcony, screaming "GOOOO!!" in his guttural bark, and then threw the entire bag of treats over the balcony, much to the delight of Grady and Baron. It was one of my favorite Yaojie moments --his bellowing and the tossing of the treats. A week later, his fear remains. He did pet Baron from the safe haven of my arms, but this fear is very real and something we will work on every day.

Today at the park, we were having a picnic lunch and another family was sharing the other end of the picnic table. Unbeknownst to Yaojie, their standard poodle was laying under the table at his feet --and when he did notice, I was taken aback by his ability to launch himself vertically into the air. Yaojie may never be a dog lover, and that's OK. But we will help him to allay his fears. But the trip to PetSmart was not a total loss. I will play back the memory of him throwing those treats when I think back to the days of falling in love with Yaojie and hopefully he will look back at a time when his mother patiently helped him to face his fears, the way mothers do. And if nothing else, I did learn not to let Yaojie hold the bulk dog treats in the car, because no amount of pantomime can convince a perpetually hungry 5 year old that those little "cookies' are not for human consumption.