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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

3 years ago, we met Reed and Lena for the first time. I realized that I never took the time to blog about our early days in Ukraine, before we met them. I blogged a bit about our time in Kiev, but I never went into great detail about the day we met them, because I was so eager to share about our actual first meeting. So, I am choosing now, before I forget to share this with you and even more so, to put it down to share with Reed and Lena some day.

I am going to start with the day before we met them, Tuesday, November 23, 2010. I am going to break these 2 days up into 3 blog posts, and this is going to be the most boring– my apologies. The photos in this blog post are not my own. I will use photos from Flickr and if you would like to see the source of the photos, you can click on them.

We realized shortly after arriving in Ukraine that Aaron had forgotten his gloves. In late November, the weather was still pretty mild, a lot like it usually is here. Jacket weather, but hat and gloves not quite necessary yet. But, we knew it would get much colder over the duration of our trip, so we knew we had to find a pair.

We asked the advice of our new friends who were on their second Ukrainian adoption. They were very familiar with Kiev and offered to take us out the next day to a cheap, warehouse-type store to find gloves. So, that’s how we spent our Tuesday, waiting to pick up our referrals and taking the subway in Kiev with Meredith and Mike. It was a totally rainy, gross day. We took the subway to a huge store, sort of resembling a Costco, right next to Hillsong Kiev.

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(a Kiev subway station.)

 

After finding gloves and picking up a few other items, we had lunch at McDonalds. Mike and Meredith took us back on the subway and walked us back to our apartment, where we hastily packed things up so that we could go get our referrals and hop on the train. Our friends wished us well and left us to prepare.

4pm. We hauled all of our stuff down the several flights of stairs from our apartment– I think we were on the 4th floor. No elevator. We drug it all outside, into the now-cold, dusk fall air. And waited. Time ticked by. Another set of new friends, Patty and Tom, who would also be going to pick up their referral called us to see if we knew where our driver was. Nope. So, we waited some more and it grew colder as the evening turned to total darkness. We eventually piled our suitcases in the tiny alcove just inside the door of the apartment building and took turns standing outside. It was around 5, an hour after our designated pick-up time, when our driver pulled up. Patty and Tom were already in the car, so we to squish to all fit in the little SUV.

The race was on. We were supposed to be there by 5:30 and Kiev is a big city with horrible traffic. It’s really quite beautiful by night, old buildings all lit up, but the traffic is awful. Stop, go, jerk one direction, jerk the other, stop, go some more. We finally pulled into the SDA, what the building where you received referrals, closer to 6 now. Our driver banged on the door. No answer. He banged on another door. No answer. Tom, Patty, Aaron and I stood around nervously, wondering if we would get the needed paperwork. Our driver banged some more and finally someone came to the door. They argued in Russian for a minute, then he said they would let us get our referrals. Phew.

All we had to do was show our passports and sign our names. We were handed a bulky packet of papers. Perfect! We tucked them in a safe place, waited for our friends to do the same, and we were off once more. We made another stop for our driver– I’m not sure where, before heading to the train station. We were going to take a train leaving just after 7.

Kiev Central Train Station

Our driver picked up our tickets while we consumed more McDonalds with Patty and Tom. A fully packed McDonalds on a Tuesday night. I remember having a conversation with a stranger, perhaps in the military and something about family in New Jersey, but it’s very possible that I made that part up, mixed in with all of the craziness of that week.

After we were done at McDonalds, we were off to the train. I love train stations. Something about all of adventure and the history. But, I was glad we had our driver to guide us to our train and help us find our room. They were sold out of second class, so our driver had to buy us (at our expense, of couse) first class tickets instead.
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Saying goodbye to the driver, sitting down on the little train beds, was such a relief. Here we were, able to just sit, in privacy, for the next several hours. We took off our shoes and extra layers and pulled out a deck of cars, to play on the tiny table. The first class train car was really quite nice.

We enjoyed the quiet for awhile, to play cards and just talk, before we decided to go to sleep. 9:30, I still remember that detail, oddly enough.

In theory, sleeping on the train isn’t bad. If I had my pick of long-distance travel methods, that would be it. You can stretch out and relax, in privacy. Two little beds, all to ourselves. The usually-gentle sway of the train is lovely.

However, we did not sleep well.  No one had told us how long the train ride would be, what time we would arrive, or how we would know to get off. Mike and Meredith told us they thought it was about 12 or 13 hours to our destination. But, what if it was less?

As the night passed, the train regularly slowed and light poured in from outside. There would be an announcement in Russian about where we were and the train would come to a complete stop. Occasionally, it would get noisy, with the sounds of suitcases and voices as people got on and off the train.

To be continued tomorrow, with the next day’s adventures.

Adopting Again: A Mom’s Panel Q&A

Adopting again has been one of the best decisions we ever made. All 4 of us really love having Gus in our family. Reed and Lena are very compassionate and loving with him, for the most part. It’s hard for me to imagine our family without him.

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Recently, someone requested a blog post about making the decision to adopt a second time with input from my lovely panel of adoptive moms. I got a ton of great responses and I did my best to edit them down to something manageable to read. I hope this is helpful!

What did you do differently from your first adoption?

“In our second adoption, I worried less. I trusted God more. I packed less. I focused on the light at the end of the tunnel and not on the ups and downs of the process. I was a lot more relaxed.”

“A lot! We were able to move through the process a lot faster and generally be more prepared. We took more time to study the language our child spoke. In country, because we were more comfortable, we were able to enjoy more sightseeing. We also had a lot better understanding of what sort of behavior was typical and how to handle it– that made everything much easier!”

“We didn’t do much differently, except for to raise our age range from 0-6 to 6-9. We knew we wanted to use the same adoption team and adopt from the same country. We wanted our daughters to share a similar cultural background in spite of not being biological siblings.”

“What I did differently from the first adoption was look for an agency that had lower fees! LOL. Well, it’s the truth!! Once we had compiled a dossier and felt comfortable doing it, that was one big obstacle gone. Also, the first agency we used was a Christian agency and while we appreciated that, they were also VERY conservative, sometimes more conservative than China in their regulations and we looked the second time for one that was more flexible. “

“For our first adoption, we traveled with one child in mind. If we didn’t adopt her, we would have come home empty handed. With our second adoption, we traveled praying to adopt a particular child, but if we couldn’t we would have gone blind. We were open to HIV, where the first time we were “healthy kids only”. We adopted an older child, added an extra unknown child, both with HIV, and adopted out of birth order and “twinned” our kids.”

How did you know your family was ready to adopt again?

“Well, first of all, we never wanted [our son] to grow up the only Asian child in a family of Caucasians AND there was such an age gap between him (adopted at 21 months) and our biological children (ages 9 and 12 at his adoption) that we knew from the get-go that we wanted to go back for a sibling for him. I had thought maybe another boy, but [our son] began talking about his sister in China, and he talked about her, prayed about her, saved toys and food for her and just pestered us until we finally gave in and decided that perhaps it was time.”

“We knew we were ready because 3 weeks home from the first adoption, we got the phone call that the little boy we wanted was available again. We prayed, God gave us peace, and off we went! Our daughter had been asking for “two brubbers and a sistra baby” as well, so that made it easy for us to know she wanted siblings. We had the money, the FMLA time, the room in our house- and so we followed God’s leading.”

“I don’t know if we knew we were fully ready for #2, but we still felt a space in our hearts for another little girl. (We had hoped to adopt 2 on our first adoption, but only came home with one.) We wanted to adopt again before our daughter got a whole lot older. We also knew our daughter could really benefit from having an older sibling around. However, we definitely had concerns about adopting an older (6-9 year old) child, given that our daughter at home was just 3. I prayed more about this one issue than anything else in our adoption. God blessed us, and the child we adopted is a very good older sister.”

“Our first daughter fit in easily. It wasn’t perfect but things were ok. It had only been 6 months, so I thought, let’s get this all over with at once. Have all of our kids learn English together. Get over the Ukraine vs. America differences all at once. Move past orphanage behaviors at once. Our first daughter begged for a sister. My husband and I both come from families with 3 kids, so seeing her at holidays, all alone, just seemed so sad and lonely.”

“This was our biggest hesitation. We knew that we, the adults, could handle it. Practically, we knew we had the financial resources, the space, the time, and the energy. But, were the kid ready to be away from us while we travelled? Could they handle another change in their lives? I don’t have a great explanation except to say that we prayed about it and carefully considered our children’s personalities and needs.  In the end, we knew our family was ready.”

How did the needs of your adopted children factor in to your decision to adopt again?

“After our first adoption, we knew our daughter needed siblings. She needed other kids to help keep her grounded. She needed peer modeling. She was 1 of 3 kids in her first home, one of 65 kids in her orphanage and suddenly an only child. This was a shock for her.

With our third adoption, to adopt #4 and #5, our first daughter was going through some behavior issues and having issues in school. Honestly, her behavior was not going to stop me from adopting again. I had moments of “Am I taking on too much? More than I can handle?” but it ended up being a blessing having a younger child for her to model FOR.”

“Medical needs weren’t a factor. We knew we could adopt a child with the same medical needs we already had in our family. In fact, handling those medical needs and learning how to advocate for our children with special needs prepared us to parent a child with more complex medical needs. As for the general needs of our children, again, the needs we were already dealing with prepared us better to handle the needs of another adopted child. We were much more prepared the second time around, thanks to everything that we learned during our first adoption. When we did deal with some new behavior and challenges unique to our newest addition, we already had the resources and knew how to get the help we needed. “

“We are planning another adoption now, and we hope to adopt another child or children with orthopedic issues, so that our daughter with CP feels less different. Our other three are very mobile and active, and she is always a few steps behind- or more than a few! We know we’re comfortable with SN’s and so we’re open to what God has for us. We’re also open to FAS and other issues as well, again, because we’ve had such an easy time with it all.”

“When we began the process for our third adoption from China, our 5th child, that was a battle… [explaining the many trials with the medical needs of second adopted child during 3rd adoption process]. We questioned our sanity and ability to care for another child daily. Why did we do it anyway? We did it because we felt CLEARLY that God had spoken to us that THIS WAITING CHILD was to be our daughter. We had many miraculous signs and provisions to make us certain.”

“After [our daughter] had been home for about 4 months we called our foster agency and told them that we were ready to consider placements, as our daughter’s transition was moving along very well, and we thought that we would be able to have another child in the home, if they were going to be the right fit.”

How did you chose the country?

“We went back to the same country, because we had already fallen in love with a little boy there. We had a great experience with our facilitation team, and felt comfortable repeating the process. And we took our daughter back with us to visit her friends.”

“We chose the country easily because we already had a child from China and didn’t want him to be the only Chinese treasure in our house. China was an obvious choice for our second adoption and our 4th child.”

“The country that we had adopted from the first time was no longer an adoption. Because of law changes in that country, we would have to adopt out of birth order and that was not something that we were willing to do at that time. We researched countries all over the globe, talked to several agencies and learned the pros and cons of different countries. Ideally, we wanted to adopt from a country which was culturally similar to the country that we adopted from the first time. We found a country that had many children available who fit our age criteria and had many cultural similarities with the country we adopted from the first time. It was a great fit.”

“We knew we would stick with Ukraine since we wanted our kids to have the same backgrounds. Turns out we ended up at the same orphanage as our first.”

What else would you like to share with families considering adopting for a second time?

“Adoption #2 somehow felt less “ordained” and much more practical, though both were obviously God-orchestrated. It just seemed less monumental of a decision, maybe because we were not becoming first time parents that time.”

“The only thing else I’d like to share is this: I love adoption. Our family is growing and we are incredibly blessed, and I hope God continues to add to our family for as long as He desires. Every one of our children is unique and amazing, and the joy comes from being able to appreciate their individual strengths and personalities. My best advice to others is to not worry about milestones, psychiatric disorders, or having your kids look/act/function like typical kids raised from birth, for at least a year after you get home. It’s going to be an adjustment, much like the first year of being married- sharing a home with someone with different habits, expectations, needs, and likes. Be flexible, and enjoy your kids. Enjoy them. Delight yourself in the gifts God has given you- and take each moment for what it is. Don’t live in what happened yesterday, or five minutes ago, or what might happen in an hour. Keep focused on God, and always find a way to sing His praise- it’ll keep you energized and help heal the spirits of your former orphans. They’ll go through a lot of changes, and that’s hard on them, but there’s hope in God.”

“Our story hasn’t been ‘typical’. 3 adoptions, 5 kids, 2 years. Twinning, adopting out of birth order, adopting biological siblings and non-biological siblings, adopting tweenagers in my 20’s. But it is so perfectly clear that each and every one of our kids is where they should be given their circumstances. They all fit in so perfectly, flaws and all. I’m glad I didn’t listen to the experts and pass over a child because they were too close in age, had medical needs, or were born “too soon”. Take medical diagnosis’ with a grain of salt. Our “healthy” on paper child has been our hardest to figure out.”

“You know what’s best for your family. You may always have doubts that adopting again is the right decision at that exact moment– there is no exact perfect time. But, you know what you can handle. Don’t let anyone else pressure you into a decision about when, where or who you should be adopting.”

Memories

I find it hard to believe that 2 years ago we were in Ukraine. Hard to believe that it’s only been 2 years since Reed and Lena became part of our family. It seems like a lifetime ago.

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I miss our time in Ukraine– we had so much fun there. While our first few months of parenting were very difficult, the journey to become parents was a lot of fun. So many great memories there. Nothing like the nervous, excited energy of meeting your children for the first time and finding your way in an unfamiliar culture with a language barrier!

And 1 year ago, we were in Russia. That seems impossible, too.
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I think about this sweet girl every day and wonder where she is and what kind of life she is living. It’s hard not to know, to have any clue. Unfortunately, she is still on the Russian database for orphans, which is not promising. 😦 But, I pray that she has a good life, beyond what I can imagine. She was a part of our incredible story which brought us to our amazing Gus, and I hope that her story is just as incredible, even if I don’t know how it ends.

Our Eastern European Life Book Template

Whenever someone talks about telling their child their adoption story, I bring up life books. I’m a life book evangelist, shouting “LIFE BOOK!” to everyone who can hear. Okay, not quite, but I do get excited about them.

A life book is a book that tells your child’s story, from birth. The story of their birth family and how they came to be a part of your family. The point is to facilitate talk about adoption. Give them something to read to help them understand their stories in a positive way.

Our social worker strongly encouraged us to write life books for Reed and Lena. And when we met to do the homestudy for our second adoption, we did not have them done. Again, she encouraged us to do it. So, I stayed up for hours one night working on them. I searched and searched for examples of life books for Eastern European adoptions and found nothing. I took bits and pieces from all over and wrote my own. Whenever I share it, it is always a big hit, and while I wanted to share it here, it’s just so personal. But, I edited it for an imaginary child. Some of the wording is nearly the same as my kids’, but none of the details are.

Please feel free to use this as a starting point, but edit it to be age-appropriate for your child and with the language that your family likes to use. Each child has their own story, so write your child’s life book to fit his/hers!

Edited to Add: I used Snapfish to make and print the books, because it was the cheapest, but you could use whatever format you want, even just printing them off of the computer. Obviously, for some kids, the more effort you put into making it look published, the more they will appreciate that. Our social worker recommended making 2 copies– 1 for your child to have free reign over and a second to keep somewhere safe, in case your child colors in it, rips it up, etc.

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I was born in Kiev, Ukraine on March 10, 2009.

Kiev is a big city and the capital of Ukraine. Just before my birthday, they celebrate Women’s Day. Women get flowers, candy and other gifts from the people who love them, like Mother’s Day when I make my mom a card.

Before I was born, I grew in a special place inside a woman. That woman is my birthmother. Her name is Yana.

She gave me my birthday.

She gave me my looks.

I don’t know her, but maybe I can guess some things about her.

Maybe she has brown hair and brown eyes like me. I wonder if she likes stripes and to do cartwheels like I do.

It takes two people to make a baby, a man and a woman. Everyone in the world starts with a birthmother and a birthfather.

I did too.

I have a birthmother and a birthfather in Ukraine. I don’t know much about my birthfather. I don’t even know his name. But, there are some things I can guess. Maybe he likes peaches like me. Maybe he has curly hair like me.

[picture of him swimming]

Maybe he likes to swim like I do.

I also have 2 biological brothers. Their names are Victor and Danil. They have the same first mother, but not the same mom and dad.

They were adopted by another mom and dad. They live in California now. Sometimes we fly on an airplane to go see them or sometimes they drive in the car to come to our house.

After babies are born, they might go live with their birth parents, join other families or live in a hospital or orphanage.

There are many reasons why I didn’t stay with my birth family. I don’t know the answers for sure now. But, I do know that that the reasons had to do with my birthparents and their situation, not me.

[oldest photo I have of him]

I was just a baby. A beautiful, precious baby. I didn’t do anything wrong. Babies can’t do anything wrong.

My birthname was Александра Влади́мировна Маркова, Alexandra Vladimirovna Markova.

At the orphanage, they called me Sasha.

My mom and dad gave me the name Sasha Grace Smith.

All of my names are beautiful and part of who I am.

I don’t know why my birthparents left me at the hospital.

But, it must have been a very difficult decision.

They must have thought hard about what to do.

I know they loved me and wanted good things for me.

But, they did not have a way to take care of me.

They couldn’t take care of me, so they left me in a place where I would be safe.

When I was born, my birthmother left me at the hospital.

After 2 months, I went to live at the “dom”.

Some people call it a “dom”. “Dom” is the Russian word for house. Russian is the language that they speak in Ukraine. Here in the United States, we speak English. In English, we call it the “baby house” or “orphanage”

[photo of dom, photo of group of kids at dom]

This is the dom. Lots of boys and girls live there. As little as babies and as big as 5 years old.

[photo of orphanage staff]

There are lots of people who work at the group home. They took care of me. They fed me, changed my diapers and put me to sleep.

[photo of him with a friend]

There are lots of boys and girls I lived with at the group. My friend [insert name] got adopted by another mom and dad. She lives in South Carolina now and we talk on the phone sometimes.

[photo of our family the day we met]

When I was two years old, just before my third birthday, my mom and dad came to the group home to meet me and my brother.

[like for an older kid, you might want to give more of an explanation about how you never met before or maybe how other mothers and fathers came to visit, but none of them were their mom and dad]

I said “paka”(goodbye in Russian) to the women who took care of me, my friends and the group home.

I went home with my mom, dad and brother.

We had to go in cars and planes to get home.

I learned a new language. In Ukraine, they speak Russian. Here, we speak English.

I tried new foods. Some of them I really liked– like watermelon and cookie dough ice cream. Some of them I don’t like– like lasagna.

I slept in a new bed, but my mom and dad were right there if I needed them.

Now, I am bigger.

I am taller and my hair is longer.

I like to do ballet. I like to cuddle with my mom and dad. I like to brush my cat’s hair and tuck my dolls in at night. I like to play with my brother, but sometimes I get mad at him too.

I am a big strong girl.

I still think about my life in Ukraine.

I love my mom and dad very much and wouldn’t want any other family. But, I will always wonder about my birthparents.

My life has been a huge adventure and I am a strong, brave girl to experience all of these changes.

I was born in Ukraine and now I live here. All of these experiences are part of me: one girl from two places, growing up to be strong and beautiful.