adoption reading

I just finished Melissa Fay Greene's excellent book "No Biking in the House Without a Helmet". An American Jewish woman writes about augmenting her family of four biological children with international adoptees- a Romani Bulgarian boy and four Ethiopian kids. The adventures that ensue are heart-wrenching, hilarious at times, and unforgettable. Her observations about being a multiracial family are interesting and useful, and she gives proper weight to the subject of teaching her Ethiopian children about their heritage.

The most unforgettable passage in the book is one that describes a meal of "injera" and "wat" - spicy traditional food with her four Ethiopian kids. The kids stuff themselves on food so spicy that she can't even bear to taste it. Full of energy afterwards, they race around the parking lot. But the real hilarity comes when they get in the car to go home and start a burping and farting contest. Her account made me laugh out loud until tears ran down my face.

rc

Insomnia

So, I biked home from my 12-hr night shift at the hospital and fell in bed, exhausted, about 9am. I dreamed non-stop that I did all the adoption paperwork wrong. Then I dreamed that my husband was this short, stocky, mustachioed man in a red plaid flannel shirt. I couldn't go back to sleep.

So I got up before noon. Roughly 2 hours of sleep. My thesis is that a dossier is a dry run for motherhood. A surrogate pregnancy if you will. I figure I might as well get used to it.

Tentative date for our first home study visit is March 20. And today I started investigating diaper options by reading about awesome local Portland company gDiapers with their orange and green pants. 100% biodegradeable!

rc

I Mailed a Fat Envelope Today

We finished the first, easiest step of our paperwork today. I spent the past three days, ignoring a head cold and body malaise, getting things ready. That includes a basic contract, fingerprints, and the applications for criminal clearance from Oregon. First-class postage for the envelope was just under $3, so that's a pretty fat envelope.

The numbers from here:
2-3 months to complete home study
indefinite period to get US and Ethiopian approval of dossier
up to 5 months until referral (that's when they officially identify a specific child for us)
2 months until travel to Ethiopia for court
6-8 weeks for US embassy approval before travel to come back with baby

That adds up to roughly a year. That's if all the official agencies operate according to predicted timetable, which is never a given; and if we don't need to resubmit anything; and nothing else goes wrong. I'd be uncomfortable with anything under 9 months- that would be a preemie, and everyone knows that isn't good. But every piece of paperwork I mail in is one less thing for me to lie awake thinking about.

For now, I'm going to take a rest for a few days. I think I'd like some nachos with cheese and refried beans.

rc

Pyramid Foundations

International adoption is a somewhat complicated process. R@du describes it as a pyramid with three parallel sections at the base, all of which must be completed before progressing.

As soon as I mailed the application, I began work on the base of the pyramid. I emailed our kind friends who have agreed to provide references. I answered the questions on the autobiography, describing my home life growing up and how we envision the future of the new family we're creating.

I bought a box of 100 yellow manila mailing envelopes and labelled them for blank forms, completed forms, and instructions. I'm sure there will be plenty more envelopes with different labels to come. The emptier that box of envelopes get, the closer our baby is to being in our arms.

I got into cycling in the last few years. I have a beautiful carbon race bike that's just weeks from being ready to ride. I'm not even that excited about the bike anymore, and it really is a very exciting bike. Now I'm thinking about an Extracycle...

Rose

Meeting R@du

R@du answered all our questions and somehow managed to ease my anxiety. By the time we got home I was almost jumping up and down with excitement. I'm mailing him the application tonight.

We are so excited about working with an agency that genuinely loves finding homes for orphaned children, and also funnels as much money as they can back into orphanages and foster homes in Ethiopia.

I'm ready to get the fingerprints done, the medical form signed, the background checks done, and the home study underway. Before you know it, I'll be buying a baby bed! (This is where you insert a high-pitched squeal!!)

rc

adoption- the beginning

On Thursday, we decided to start the process to adopt a baby. I made a spreadsheet of country requirements, crossreferenced it with local agencies, and made some phone calls.

On Friday, I made an appointment with R@du to discuss Ethiopian adoption.

In a minute, I'm leaving for that appointment. I've waited close to 10 years for this; I tell myself it should be easy to wait 1-2 more, while the process happens. But I'm already anxious, and so is jc.

Anxious, a bit incredulous, and also thrilled beyond belief.

rc

Problem Solving vs. Crisis Abatement

There are multiple approaches to problem-solving. I like solving problems, but my patience for it is in inverse proportion to the messiness of the problem. I like to find a solution that relates directly to the problem, and whose solution is ordered, sequential, and foolproof. I doubt that there is ever such an instance in interpersonal affairs. Perhaps that represents a significant portion of the reason that I have a tendency to abandon human problem solving techniques once the crisis is past and my emotions have settled.

I have learned that like minds, when coupled, have an extraordinary ability to extend the workability of reason in human problem solving; but I was resistant to the idea that it could work when only one of those involved in the problem participated in the technique. Then it was pointed out to me that problem solving that is only aimed at crisis management does nothing to prevent future problems. It is therefore preferable to take steps to prevent future crises.

Not every human problem seems to have a rational basis. Some things seem to be purely emotional. But even emotion has a pattern that can be discovered, if observed calmly. It has cause and effect. Therefore it can be reasoned and problem solved on a rational basis.

At first, solving a problem that involves two people seems like it should necessitate the active involvement of both parties in rational problem solving, but I've discovered a major flaw in that supposition. It supposes that both parties experience the problem identically and contribute to it identically and equally. In fact, nothing could be farther from the truth. Both my contribution to the problem and my experience of it are likely to be vastly different from his. It would be useful to precisely identify and understand the inner workings of his perception and experience, but it is not entirely necessary. I can use what I do know of what he feels to alter my reactions in a way that gives him the perception of improvement.

This is who I love. Now how can I do it better?

I need to speak his love language to him. It is the medium he understands. It is what he uses to make me feel loved. It is what will give him the experience of feeling loved. Using methods that I understand to show my love to him will make me feel more satisfied that I love him, but it will not address his feelings. A dear friend likes to say "right feelings follow right actions". It's a phrase that I was never particularly fond of, but today I find myself rethinking its meaning. It makes sense that if I behave in a loving way it will result in experiencing a loving feeling.

What does he do to show me that he loves me? These are the things that will make him feel loved if I return the action. I should show my love with a gift that has value to him rather than one that has value to me.

rc

a visit- dream journal

I went to therapy where I was being counseled by a man whose wife sat in on therapy and kept giving her opinion. While I was there, I ran into the children of a friend. They invited me to come home with them. There was a very roundabout journey, at one point we were going the wrong direction on the freeway, then I found myself at the top of a freeway ramp that led nowhere. The therapist's wife was shadowing me, but not very sneakily. At my friend's house, a choir was practicing. They were planning to record a demo the next day and they sounded terrible. I forgot that so many people were there and went to take a shower. Members of the choir were coming and going and I had to scramble for a robe. There was a group of women in the sunroom having a conference on something to do with the hospital. I dropped a cabbage behind the buffet. Eventually I sat down in the armchair. Little, blonde, twin toddler boys climbed into my lap and fell asleep and a girl with dark curly hair wedged herself into the space that was left and fell asleep too. I was contented. Later I went outside to eat a popsickle. The girl came out and invited me back in where they were having ice cream before leaving for school.

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Tualatin Hills Nature Park