First I'll start with the good - we had a fun family afternoon last week. It was March Break and one of the things we did was go swimming. Hosanna hadn't been swimming yet and she has the cutest swimsuit she just HAS to wear before she grows out of it! We had a great time! Will got to show off his swimming skills to Dad and Zanna had fun in the water. She clung to my hip in the beginning and then I slowly moved her away from me to bounce her up and down and splash. She got quite a kick out of this. We also met a family there with two daughters from China - one from the same province as Zanna. Ironically, the older daughter had attended a class at the library with Will the day before and they had hit it off. So the two of them had a great time in the pool.
This last week Zanna has found "her groove". She started dancing and it's a hoot. She has this little Fischer Price piano and she plays it like Tori Amos - squatting and shaking around! Too funny. Then she shakes her head back and forth and claps. The girls got rhythm! Will just learned "Twinkle, twinkle little star" on the violin and she likes to dance to that.
Another good - since the time change she's been sleeping a little longer in the mornings. Gotta love that.
Ok, now the bad. Part of the newfound walking is more falling. Followed by screams. This is bad but part of the learning process I suppose. Another bad - Will has suddenly developed uncontrolable fits of laughter during church - apparently from observing Zanna. This is quite a problem especially during the Wed night Lenten services when we are focused on Jesus suffering and death. After much thought I decided his discipline would be that he will sit by himself during church until further notice - and not with friends. This slightly backfired on me. Not having explained this to my fellow church-goers, it looked like Mom had made no room for her son in the pew and he was cast off to sit by himself. So his best buddy and buddy's Dad took pitty on him and sat with him. Thus not producing the desired effects Mom had wanted and making Mom look like a heartless women too busy with her new baby to notice - what's his name? Oh, Will. Haha!
And then there's today. We had an appointment at the Adoption Clinic at the local children's hospital. It's a specialized look at internationally adopted kids so they know more specific things to look for and test. Therefore blood needed to be taken - quite a bit of it. Wayne held her and I tried to distract her from the needle that was plunged into her arm and pumped blood slowly from it for the next five minutes (that's what it felt like). She didn't struggle but sobbed and looked at me with eyes that seemed to say "Mama, how could you? I trusted you and now you're just standing there singing the Alphabet song. You have stabbed me in the back (arm)." It was awful. But now for the ugly.
The nurse requested a urine sample and stool sample. I didn't know how exactly they would go about doing this. I briefly imagined they would extract the urine by sucking it out of the absorbent diaper. This would not be the case. She put a bag that stuck to the area around her vagina to "catch" the urine. Yes, you read that right. The bag hung out of her diaper so we would know when she did her thing and then put it in a cup. She assured us that most babies did it while they were still there so she would take it off and do it. Great. As far as the stool sample, we would take three containers home to collect three different times and keep in our refrigerator until we brought them in. Included was a convenient scoop. Wonderful. Poop in my fridge. As it turned out the stinker wouldn't pee. Instead she pooped contaminating the pee bag, forcing me to take it off (ouch) and have the nurse put on another one. We went upstairs for the previously mentioned needle and surely by then she will have peed, we'd bring her back down and the nurse would take it away. Not a drop. So we take her home and yeah! - she's peed. And pooped. Contaminated. Take off, put pee bag on. Finally, I now have a small container of pee in my fridge. Not exactly appetizing and I may have to insist on eating out until the diaper contents are not in there.
I know I promised pictures but I'm on the wrong computer so I 'll have to do it after the post. Don't worry - no pictures about the ugly. Just the good.
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