First Day of Forever

There were not many other families waiting when we arrived so we stalked the front door waiting for the first glimpse of him...

He was not happy to see us.  This picture says it all...

They say that a child who grieves strongly in the beginning is a good thing. They are attached to someone and they know you are not that person. That is what I kept telling myself over and over as he cried and cried. This is pain that will be redeemed. Unlike in the US, foster parents are very rarely allowed or able to adopt the children they care for. Carter's orphanage is very large and often children are sent to live with foster families around one year of age. Eventually, most of the children who are not adopted will be moved back to the orphanage once they are a little older. Knowing this makes it a little easier to see so much sadness in this boy I love, but only a little. I am certain, too, that his grief is matched even more so by the woman who has clearly loved him. We can see from photos we received and the food and treats she sent that he was her joy. We also know that she tried her best to prepare him for what lied ahead. The photo albums we sent show signs that he has spent countless hours looking at his new family. When we pulled them out he got very calm and started flipping through the pages as if they were his most favorite books and he pointed at each one of us in every photo. We are not yet the people in the photos to him but maybe his toddler brain will start to make connections soon. 

I love this photo. It captures all of our emotions in one picture...

His orphanage gave us a photo album of pictures of him since he was a baby. It is a treasure!

Inspite of his anger, he very clearly told us he wanted to go outside (which we figured out with the help of a Chinese translator). If we went inside, he screamed louder and pointed back to the door saying, "Over there! Over there!"

We sent him this bunny in a care package and it has a recording of us telling him in Chinese, "Baba loves you! Mama loves you! Sister loves you! Brother loves you!" His foster mother sent it with him and he would not let it go. Every so often he would rub it against his cheek and stop crying for just a few seconds. Right now he is even sleeping in my arms with his head resting on the bunny. He loves to squeeze it and hear us talk and will look at us as if he is starting to figure out that we match the bunny voices.  Then he starts crying again.  Between the lollipop, the bunny, the sweat, snot, and tears, we were all on big sticky mess before it was time to go. 

It took less than five minutes in the hotel for a game of catch to start...

And of course playing catch brought us the first smile...

He loves his Baba and doesn't want him out of his site...

FaceTime with Papa....

Big sister introducing him to Instagram...

Being silly with his sister...

Round and round we go...

This morning started off just as we expected. We arrived at the airport at 4, went through check in and security, boarded our plane and were ready to go to Chicago where we would connect to Beijing. 

Then, an agent came onto the plane and asked if we were the Allen family, party of 5, headed to Beijing. "We are sorry, we have an overbooked flight and don't have enough seats. Would you be willing to let us drive you to Dulles airport (about 1 hour away) so we can put you on the direct flight to Beijing? We will also give you credit with United towards your next ticket purchases." One less flight and we will arrive at virtually the same time?

Sure, why not.

We should have known something was wrong when we were given new tickets for the new flight but they did not have seat assignments. When we asked the agent, and explained that we needed to make sure we were sitting with our children, she said, "They will take care of that at Dulles."  

      

             Driving to Dulles..we were so excited!

Two and a half hours of stop and go traffic later, with both kids green and clutching plastic bags we made it to the United ticket gate at Dulles. We handed them our tickets and they said, "No one told us you were coming. This flight is already overbooked. You were given tickets for an overbooked flight and there are no seats for you. The only thing you can do is wait at the gait and hope enough people don't show up for you to all get on the plane."

Wait. 

What? 

You had us get OFF a plane after we were already boarded and ready to go, drove us here, and there are no seats for us here.

Yep.

And that's when I lost it. Shaking, sobbing, ugly faced crying, lost it. 

It was not pretty. 

"Well, maybe we can get you on a flight to Beijing through San Francisco."

Ok, what time does it arrive in Beijing? 

"I don't have time to tell you that."

What?

"The flight to San Francisco leaves in 30 minutes and we need to get you on that flight, but we will give you the boarding passes to Beijing later."

Wait. 

What?

No.

So United lied to us, drove us here for a flight that was full, and now you want me to believe you?

Yep. 

Where is our luggage?

"We don't know. Probably in Chicago."

Wait. 

What? 

I'm not sure how long this exchange took place, but it felt like an eternity. 

Then, all of a sudden, a woman runs up and says, "We just had a group cancel! We can get you on this flight!

One guy actually said, "I can't believe that just happened. That never happens. If you believe in miracles, you just got one."

I'm not sure what was more upsetting. Thinking we wouldn't make it to Beijing today, or realizing that we had been lied to. Unquestionably lied to. It seems unimaginable to me that someone would have no qualms about taking a family with two young children off a plane, putting them in a car to another airport in a different state, all the time KNOWING there were no seats for us when we got there. 

The moral of this story is:

1. Never fly United if you really need to reach your final destination. 

2. Don't trust anyone who works for United to tell you the truth. 

and most importantly-

3. Be grateful for the miracles when they do come your way. We made it on our flight and that's all that matters in the end 

Ready to board and get to Beijing!

She's awesome. 

This boy played with his baseball cards almost the entire flight....

Here We Go!

Today is the day!

We are leaving this afternoon for Baltimore where we will spend the night near the airport. We have a 6am flight which means a 4am arrival at the airport. We will arrive in Beijing around 3pm on Saturday. Our total flight time will be about 16 hours. Not bad considering we are going to the opposite side of the planet!

In case any waiting mamas are reading, here is a little bit of pre-travel advice from me to you-

1) The List: We have been planning for this trip for a year. I've probably been packing for about 6 months. One of the best things I did to get ready was make a list on my phone that I could add to whenever I read a blog or Facebook post discussing "must have" things to pack for your China adoption trip.  Bit by bit I made my list and started checking things off as we got ready. So, when it came time to actually get things packed, I was already 95% done.
(If you want a copy of my list, let me know and I will pass it along.)

2) Packing cubes: We got these packing cubes from ebags.com over Christmas and each of us has our own color. It had made staying organized so much easier as well as balancing out the luggage scales. (i.e. Justin's sock and underwear bag weighs 4 pounds...lets move it over to this bag). China has strict 44 pound weight limits on checked luggage for in country flights making my little digital luggage scale worth every penny I paid at TJ Maxx.  

 All of our things for five people x 2 weeks.  It's hard to believe it fit into these suitcases.....

3) TJ Maxx- if you are not a "TJ's" addict like me, let me just say that they have all kinds of nifty travel gear and baby items at great prices. The trick to being a successful TJ's shopper is that you can never go there looking for a specific thing. You must treasure hunt. Do you have 30 minutes to spare waiting for your kids to finish soccer practice? Run over there and walk around. One day you may find travel pillows, another day they may have a ton of travel adapters, or sippy cups, or baby clothes, or a brand new Ergo carrier for $70!! After my 30th trip there in the last 2 months, the check out guy said,  "Mrs. Allen, are you sure you don't want to open a TJ Maxx card? You really would save some money." (Typing this out makes me realize that I may actually need a TJ Maxx intervention.)

Here is our itinerary for the next few weeks:

5/17: Saturday- arrive in Beijing
5/18: Sunday- fly to Zhengzhou (Carter's home town)
5/19: Monday morning- Gotcha Day!!
5/20: Tuesday- adoption finalized

Hang out it Zhengzhou waiting for Carter's passport to be prepared

5/24: Fly to Guangzhou 

5/26: Carter's medical exam (required for his Visa)

5/28: US Consulate appointment

5/30: Fly home!!

Travel Approval!

When I was pregnant with Camdyn it was during my clinical rotations in medical school.  I spent the majority of my second and third trimesters working around the clock in the hospital.  I would work for thirty hours or more, go home and sleep for a few hours, then get right back up and go again.  There are few things more miserable than being a pregnant third year medical student.  Trust me.  Miraculously, I was able to finish my last big rotation on the 29th of the month and she was born on the 30th.  She came at exactly the right time.

Three years later, I learned that if there is anything more difficult than being pregnant as a medical student, it is being pregnant as a resident.  During a month that I worked a St. Jude's, I had morning sickness so bad, the kids on chemo felt sorry for me.  I spent a month in the NICU taking care of babies born too early, praying the entire time that my own baby would just keep cooking.  Let me tell you, if you have not experienced what it feels like to suction blood from the hemorrhaging lungs of a baby boy who was due to be born the same day as your not yet born son, watching that baby die while your baby kicks fiercely in your belly, almost as if he is protesting that his momma is up and making noise at 3 in the morning....then your pregnancy was just plain uneventful.  

For the majority of both pregnancies I worked at least 80 hours a week, took call every third or fourth night, and only had four days off per month.  Those were long, long months.  I don't regret one single second of them.  

But this last month?  It took all those other months and made them look like a cake walk.  

When we finally got to the point that we were waiting for our TA, most families were waiting on average 6-14 days.  Then all of a sudden, things slowed down.  When you get this far, when this is the only thing you need before you can get on the plane and go, every day seems like an eternity.  One day can mean you are waiting another week or two or even three before you get to travel.  Another holiday came, which meant more days of waiting and then we thought the TA would come.  But it didn't.  We watched other families get their TA's, fly to China, and meet their babies while we were still waiting.  I think the hardest part was not knowing.  Was it lost in the mail?  Did we get skipped somehow?  Were they going to change their minds and tell us we can't have him?  Are we leaving next week, or the next, or the next?  I'm not sure all of the details and exactly what happened, but once our agency figured out what was going on, they performed some kind of magic and within 48 hours, we had our TA.  And just like that, all was well with the world again. 

I am sure that when we hold our sweet boy and see his face for the first time, this month will seem like nothing.  At least that is what I have been told by every adopting momma I know.  The joy in the end makes the hurt along the way seem like nothing.  

"At just the right time, Jesus died for us..."  (Romans 5:6)  At just the right time.  I have known for a while now that the timing of all this is not just random circumstance.  Maybe Carter needs more time with his foster mother.  Maybe she needs more time with him. Maybe Camdyn needs to play in one more soccer game before we leave.  Maybe Charlie needs one more hit in a baseball game.  Maybe Justin needs to be present for one more student in crisis.  Maybe I need to see one more patient.  We will never really know.  But I do know this is all happening at just the right time.  

We are planning to leave next Friday and will meet Carter on Monday, May 19th.  We still have to confirm our consulate appointment which is the last thing we do in China before we return home. Hopefully, we will get this confirmation Monday morning and will be able to book our flights and then go get our son!

When you're out of prayers but still have plenty of tears...

We have been waiting for our TA for 17 days. We thought it would come last week, but we missed making the cut off for that batch by one day. We held on to hope that it would arrive in time for us to leave next week but that didn't happen. Now everything in China is closed until Sunday due to a national holiday and the earliest we can expect our TA to arrive is next Wednesday. And now we may not be able to travel until May 21st. Truthfully, my heart is broken and I feel like I have been thrown onto an emotional roller coaster that just won't end. I have prayed and prayed and prayed. And then today when I found out we may face another 3-4 weeks before we hold our baby, I just had nothing else to pray. My prayers feel pointless and God is silent. When Justin asked if he could pray while I cried in his arms, my first thought was, "I don't want to hear any prayers. God's not listening." But while he prayed, his words somehow calmed my aching heart. Before he was done, my tears had stopped. And by the time he said, "Amen," I felt like God had listened...to us both.

I sent a message to my mom, telling her our latest news and said, "I am depleted."  She replied, "You rest. Let us do the praying."  

Was this the lesson I needed to learn? I have been walking this adoption journey with God, diving deeper and deeper into His grace.  I have left the shores of certainty and security and ventured into the rushing  waters of the "river whose streams make glad the city of God." I have been learning to stand as a woman who owns her strength and knows that God will sustain her through whatever trials she may face. I have taken Isaiah 61:3 and claimed it as my own:  "They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of The Lord for the display of his splendor."   I even wear this bracelet as a reminder every day   of the deeply rooted, unshakable strength that is promised to those who believe in Him.

This morning I would have said, "Lesson learned, God.  I've grown stronger this year. Now let's move on."

Today I realized that you can be strong one day and completely broken the next.

Perhaps the hardest lesson for me to accept is that this is not my journey to own. It belongs to all of us who are waiting to love that little boy unconditionally and forever. Amazingly, the list of those who journey with me is long and beautiful.  That is what God wants us to see and understand. That no matter how many steps down the road to Emmaus we take, we do not walk alone. No matter how full of the Spirit our hearts may be, sometimes we need to feel the Spirit's love in the arms of someone else- our husband, or our mother, or our sister. Someone who is there to hold us while we cry. We need to let them pray for us when we have run out of prayers to pray. 

God created us to be beings who live in community because God lives in community. The Father and the Spirit and the Son are One. "Let us make humankind in our image..."  Us...our....we.... 

This is my beautiful but bitter lesson. Walking in pursuit of God's true heart, learning to love as God loves, means accepting that life in the Spirit is life lived together. And sometimes it is ok to cry while someone else talks to God.  God will hear you both. 

(This is my treasured painting by the fabulous artist, Jaime Winton)

One Last Acronym

“T. A.”

If you pray anything on behalf of us this week or next, please pray these letters.  God will know what you mean. 

T.A. stands for “Travel Approval” and it is the very last thing we are waiting for in order to schedule our trip to China!  Hopefully we will leave about 1-2 weeks after our TA arrives.  

We have been through a long list of acronyms: LOI, PA,  i800a, DTC, OOT, LOA, i800… all of this was gibberish to me when we started the process a year ago.  Now I know just how much emotion can be wrapped up into just a few little letters! 

As of today, every paper has been signed, sealed, and delivered to where it needs to be and the only thing left for us to do is wait. One more time. 

We may hear as early as one week from now or it may take 2 or 3 weeks.  All along, we have never had one of our adoptions steps happen quickly so I have literally told God, "Can't you let us have just one fast step? Just one, please!"  

"Let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us."

If you have ever run a race, you may remember what it feels like to be standing at the starting line, ready to go, and waiting for the signal to go off.  You've prepared and trained for that one moment and you know that as soon as you hear the sound, you will take off as fast as you can and not look back.  That is pretty much how things are at our house right now.  We are about 90% packed and ready to go. Seriously, there are suitcases packed and ready.

We decided early on that we wanted to make this trip with Camdyn and Charlie.  We want them to be there from the very first moments that Carter joins our family.  We think it will be good for him to have them there, too.  Maybe Justin and I will be a little less scary and seem more like a legitimate Mama and Baba if we have other children there who also belong to us.  We also want them to experience the places where Carter spent the first part of his life.  We want them to see his orphanage.  We want them to experience China and love it, too.  

Since we didn't want to be in a foreign country and be outnumbered by children, we somehow convinced these awesome grandparents to come along.  (Truthfully, I couldn't imagine becoming a mom for the third time without my mom and dad there for support.  After Justin and myself, they were the first to welcome Camdyn and Charlie into this world and it just seems right that they would be there when Carter officially becomes our son.)

One last thing but one very important thing!  We are planning to take baby items to donate to Carter's orphanage while we are there.  Carter spent the first year of his life in a Lily Orphan Care Center which is a special room at his orphanage that is sponsored by our adoption agency, CCAI. You can read more about them here.  Infants in these rooms have the benefit of lower baby to nanny ratios and are cared for by nannies who have received special training.  They have more one on one attention, more formula, more clothes, and more access to medical care. This is only possible through generous donations from people like you and me.  One thing that led us to choosing CCAI was their commitment to care for orphans in China that extends far beyond the adoptions they help facilitate.  Lily Centers are just one example of the many amazing things they are doing throughout China.  

The Lily Centers in Carter's provence are in need of some supplies and we would love to carry over a suitcase or two of whatever we can gather.  

They have asked specifically for new or gently used:

   winter clothing for children up to 18 months (onesies, sweaters, hats, socks, warms pj's, etc)

   small hand towels

   bibs

   small toys that make sounds

   "nursing pillows" like Bobby's  

If you would like to send items you can send them directly to us, or via my mom and dad. Any donation would be greatly appreciated.  Also, if you would rather send gift cards or money, we will be making a Target run for items to fill a suitcase before we leave.  

Battle of the Ants

“Ants in the laundry room! Ants in the laundry room!!!”

This is an actual text message sent by me to my dear husband this week.  I was about to launch World War III in my laundry room.  The full force of all my fury was getting ready to be unleashed on these teeny tiny little ants that were likely just trying to avoid a late March arctic blast.  

An entire can of Raid later, the ants were dead and I was exhausted.  My rage against the ants had left me totally depleted.  I collapsed on the couch and thought, “What is wrong with me?”  Why did something so tiny (literally and figuratively) generate such a huge emotional response?  I realized that I have been having big, over blown, borderline cray-cray reactions to just about everything lately.  In fact, I’ve been living my life like an all caps twitter feed.


YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER DAY BECAUSE THE U.S. CONSULATE IS CLOSED FOR A HOLIDAY? HOW DARE THEY!?!

I HAVE ASKED YOU FIVE TIMES TO PICK UP THESE LEGOS!

NO, YOU MAY NOT HAVE ANOTHER COOKIE!

SHE NEVER EVEN SAID, “THANK YOU!”

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TURN OFF THE TV!!

WHO ATE THE LAST CADBURY CREME EGG!?!?


I realized, after those ants, that I am walking through life like this:

Sometimes, we pick up our swords to fight a cause and we start off with great intentions.  There are battles that need to be fought.  There are wrongs that need to be right.  Some of us become warriors because we have to.  

I know mothers of special needs children who are mighty warriors, fighting to make sure their children get the services they need.  I know social workers and AIDS advocates and legal aid lawyers and teachers and pastors who are warriors, fighting for what is right and good every single day.  

We often become warriors in an instant, because life is fickle and sometimes fate deals an ugly hand.  

When your aging parents need more care than their social security benefits will provide, you become a warrior.    

When your spouse is diagnosed with cancer and there is nothing to do but wipe away their tears and clean up their chemo induced vomit, you become a warrior.  

When your grown up child is lost in a haze of drug addiction and brings home yet another baby for you to raise, you become a warrior.  

When you realize that you have a child living thousands of miles away, going to bed every night without knowing he is loved, you become a warrior.  

This is the great epiphany I had after my epic war against the ants:  Eventually, the battle needs to end and the warrior must remember that before it all began, she was and still is a child of God.   

All of us, even those of us with the noblest battles to fight, eventually need to stop fighting, lay down our swords, and come sit at the feet of Great Warrior.  

When we do this, we remember why we are fighting in the first place: 

We fight not for ourselves but for others because somewhere in our  heart of hearts we heard the prophets sing, “Let justice roll down like living waters,” and our heart sang back, “Yes!”   

We love because he first loved us and this is the truest of true loves- the love that leads us to stand in the gaps, to walk through fire, and to slay dragons without thinking twice.   

We fight because we have encountered the Resurrected One and we know, we know, we know that the battles have already been won.  

This is the God who said to the Israelites,  “Don’t worry about those Egyptians chasing after you with their might army.  I’ve got this.  I will fight for you, just stand still.”   

Stop running.

Put down your sword. (or that can of Raid)

Let go of the fight. 

Take a deep breath.

Close your eyes.

Be still.  

Feel God’s arms wrap around you like a mother holds her child.

Now open your eyes and watch the seas part.