Making a list . . . checking it twice
Monday, October 29th, 2007It’s amazing the things that are coming together lately — and coming apart, to be honest. This is the most stressful time in my entire life. Even getting pregnant, quitting my job & moving 1000 miles away with a 2 year old, 2 cats, and a dog — even that experience seems like a drop in the bucket compared to the anxiety that has flooded me with the adoption.
Good news — Guo’s room is done! Jack and Margaret even picked out books for their new brother’s shelf. Sheets are on the bed. Baby clothes are out of the attic, washed, folded, and in drawers. Sippy cups & toddler dishes are ready to use. I went to the travel clinic this morning and got my Hep A, Typhoid, T-dap, and Flu vaccines. Visa applications are in the works. Legal papers have been drafted for my mom to seek any medical or dental care necessary for the kids while we’re gone. Our wills are finally at the lawyer’s office. We’re actually starting to look over packing lists!
Crazy news — Margaret failed 2 vision tests at school and probably needs glasses. What????? We’re doing research to find the best place to take her for eye tests and glasses & she even got to try on some sample frames at Target this weekend. Guess which ones she liked best . . . the Barbie ones!
Also in the works — Jack’s football team ended up in 3rd place, so now we go into playoffs. Football will be a week-by-week thing as he advances or does not advance in playoffs. Our possible trip home for Thanksgiving is up in the air. Partly due to playoffs, partly due to finances, partly due to uncertainty as to when our Travel Approval will come. We’re doing the best we can to plan our trip to China without knowing when we will actually travel. (Easier said than done.) I’ve been talking to families in our travel group, so I know our ideas of itinerary line up. Thank goodness!
I had an epiphany about why I am so tearful all of the time. I keep reading about the grieving process for adoptees & adoptive parents. This morning, as I cried all the way from home to the travel clinic, I realized that I have been grieving not being Guo’s birth mommy. This is more heartbreaking than I realized it could be. I never felt him kick or stretch or flutter in my womb. I did not get to nurse and cuddle him, as I did with his siblings. No hospital stay, no maternity clothes, no history. I know that God has intended me to be Guo’s mommy since, well forever, but I feel so sad that I have missed 3 years of my son’s life. I will never see the face he was born with, since his cleft lip was repaired when he was 4 months old. The good thing is I am realizing what I am feeling & now can allow myself to be sad so that I can be a better parent to Guo when he grieves his losses.





Addison, TX