The Second Trimester

The second trimester paperchase has officially begun. My homestudy is complete and has been turned in to both the placement agency and the INS (immigration). The placement agency has officially transferred me from the family finders team to the China adoption program team, and I have a whole new mountain of paperwork to deal with. It's actually not too bad, though, because a lot of it got done while I was preparing for the homestudy. I still have a few loose ends to tie up, and we have to wait for the INS to approve me.

Once I send the last of that back, then I start The Wait. WACAP will authenticate all of my documents and then send my dossier to China for approval and formal matching with Xiao Tian. They said it'll be 3-5 months to travel from that point. So now we know for sure that I'm looking at late summer or early Fall, which is absolutely perfect, because school will be in session by the time he gets home and he can start associating with other deaf kids and picking up the language soon after arriving.

I'm in the process of learning some Chinese sign language. Beautiful coincidence--I ran into the pastor of the OTHER deaf church in my area, and she asked how the adoption process was going. I mentioned the switch from Russia to China, and she got all excited. Seems that she knows a seminary student from China who had something to do with putting together an instructional DVD on Chinese sign. This lady had actually given her a copy of it, and she was willing to send it to me! So I now have this wonderful DVD. The only minor problem is that it was geared for Chinese people to learn sign, not English speakers, so the instructor is babbling in Chinese to explain the sign she is teaching, while the English subtitling gives only the word she is teaching. But I'm still getting a little bit of it. I gotta get me some Chinese friends!

I also found a couple of listservs for people adopting from China. One is for general adoption, and the other is for singles adopting. I am amazed how many singles are out there adopting! A number of them are in the same boat I am--haven't met the right person for that forever commitment yet, but want to build their families before they get much older. Some neat people and lots to learn from them.

The next update will probably come when I'm in the DTC status (I think that stands for Dossier To China), just wanted to let folks know where things stood for now. Peace out!

Switching Gears

Oh, my...what a difference a day makes!

Thursday night I got home to find 2 messages on my answering machine. One was from Wednesday (when I got in too late and was too tired to bother checking messages) and another from Thursday during the day. By the time I got home to check them, it was 8:15 p.m. Both messages were from Sergey's advocate at WACAP (which is in Seattle--the time difference is important here) saying she needed to talk to me. I immediately started stressing, because this woman and I have been in constant contact by e-mail, and she KNOWS that's the best way to get hold of me. If she's leaving messages on my phone without saying what it's about, it's bad news. I figured one of two things: 1) Sergey was no longer available for adoption, or 2) Russia turned me down.

I was 15 minutes too late to catch her at work (time difference), so I had all night to stress about it. And stress I did. And all the next morning--again, because of the time difference, I couldn't reach her until nearly noon. Actually, she got me first (because I had left the work phone number on her voice mail).

The way things work in Russia, when a child is cleared for international adoption, s/he has to start off on the national adoption registry and be on that in a waiting status for a certain amount of time to see if any kind Russian citizens will adopt domestically before moving on to international possibilities. Makes sense.

But someone screwed up 4 years ago when Sergey's paperwork was given to WACAP--the folks in the Russian system never listed him on the registry after turning over his paperwork. Now all of a sudden, WACAP is contacting them saying "Rejoice--we found a family for this child" and Russia says "Huh? International? He's not on the registry yet...." The lady at WACAP is really upset about this. Russia is getting him on the registry this week (supposedly), but he still has to go through the waiting period (no way around that one--this is Russia, after all, and there are rules and by God, we're going to stick to them). So Sergey will not be available for adoption until sometime next year.

But the lady at WACAP remembered that I had inquired several months ago about another child (one who was in China) in hopes of adopting both children. (I really wanted Sergey to have a deaf "sibling" so he didn't feel like the isolated deafie in a house full of hearies.) Found out it's also against the rules to adopt from two different countries at once, so that was out, and the child I was inquiring about was being adopted by a deaf family anyway. (That's the perfect scenario for him!) So I gave up on that idea for a while, and kinda kept in the back of my mind that after Sergey was in and settled, I would probably go and adopt another child from somewhere before my home study expired. Hadn't really discussed this with anyone except my son, who was in favor of it for a lot of reasons. But this lady remembered.....and it just so happened there was another deaf child in China.....right age range.....

Her suggestion was just to reverse the order. Adopt this child now, settle him in, and by the time we're done with that, it'll be time to start the process for Sergey. Thank God Sergey still knows nothing about having a family yet--Russia won't tell him until he's available and I'm actually approved. So he won't feel the loss of the extra time (like I am!). Same end result, though.

Meet Xiao Tian. He is the same age as Sergey (12), actually six months older since his birthday is in July and Sergey's is in December. I don't have a great deal of information on him yet, other than that he is perfectly healthy, has sensorineural deafness, and likes to draw, ride bikes, and play ball. They're sending me what information they have on him (only medical at this point) and will forward the personality stuff once they get the rest of it.
The interesting thing for me is how this works out. By the time I finish adopting Xiao Tian, I can submit for the tax credits for reimbursement of those expenses, and then use those for Sergey's process. So I'll never be totally in the poor house. For the China adoption, it only involves one trip, not two. It's a 12-day trip, and he comes home with me at the end of it.
On the downside, I've been learning Russian sign language and lurking on a group list for people adopting from Russia. Now I've got to join a China list and find some Chinese sign language resources! (Assuming that he signs already, which I don't even know for sure yet.) How many versions of sign am I gonna know by the time this is all over?

But it turns out that switching countries at this stage really isn't complicated at all. Just need the social worker to change a few lines in the home study (already talked to her, and she's cool with it), and need to write a letter to the INS to get location changed on the I-600a (the form to bring an orphan into the country as a relative).

I did have a good cry after hanging up from talking with the lady from WACAP--part disappointment for Sergey's situation, but also part relief that she wasn't telling me I couldn't adopt him at all. It's just delayed a while, and these things happen when you're working with under-developed countries who don't have very good systems for tracking these things.

Wow, huh?

The Last Interview

Last night was my last interview with the social worker. She asked me to have my son there, and one of my references, preferably the pastor, since having someone in a position of responsibility vouch for me would impress the Russians. Fortunately, my pastor wasn't in class and was available that evening.

After the social worker arrived, she kicked me and Rick out so she could talk to the pastor privately. Rick went to his room, and I went for a walk outside with the dogs. I don't know what that man said to her, but when I got back, she told me I should pay him anything he wanted for all the nice things he said about me. He chimes in with, "....so, about that donation for the church...." (Like I said before, my friends must love me enough to tell some BIG whoppers!)

She let the pastor leave, and threw me out again while she spoke privately with my son--for what seemed like a LONG time. After he was allowed to leave to work on his homework, she told me how impressed she was with him. (Well, okay, I kinda am, too!) She interviews a lot of adolescents in the course of her job and says she's usually lucky to get a shrug and a monosyllablic response or a grunt from them. (Sure sounds like she's describing my son.) She was pleasantly surprised that he was articulate and polite and willing to discuss any topic she chose to ask about. (Wait a minute--is she REALLY talking about my son???)

Then she went over my finances. She decided that I'm in good enough financial shape to support Sergey in the manner to which he has not yet been accustomed, so I'm good to go.
Her one concern is my heart condition. In her experience, Russia would throw a fit about it, and she is rather puzzled that the placing agency (WACAP) thinks it will be accepted. She'd rather not mention it in the report at all, since I'm so obviously healthy at this point, but we both agreed it had to be in there, because I'm on prescription heart medications and it would show up at some point and just look like I'm trying to hide something if it doesn't get mentioned up front. I think the reason WACAP was okay with it and thinks Russia will be okay with it is because I have documented that I am stable in the normal range of heart function. But now I'm a little anxious about that possibly disqualifying me. Can't let myself sit around and stress over it though; I'm just going to have to pray that whoever reviews my dossier takes a good look at the fact that I'm stable and probably healthier than s/he is, and won't let that matter when they're trying to find a good home for a child they haven't been able to place for 10 years because of his deafness.

It's time to sit and twiddle my thumbs at this point. Nothing to do while the social worker is writing up her report over the next 3 weeks. Time to hit the school books and pretend I'm actually studying!

The Fate of Russian Orphans

Here are some absolutely horrifying statistics released by the Russian Ministry of Education (and this was in 2000--God only knows how much worse the situation is now!).

There are over 4 million orphans and homeless children in Russia. Officially, there are 700,000 orphans living in 2,000 state-run orphanages. That means that Russia has more orphans today than after World War II! Statistics show that only one out of ten Russian orphans becomes a functional member of society. The others are lost to drugs, crime and suicide. Millions of Russian children are on the run, living on the streets or in underground sewers desperately needing basic food, medicine and clothes.

About 15,000 Russian orphans leave orphanages each year, once they are 16 to 18 years old. After leaving their orphanages:

• 50% - fall into a high-risk category
• 40% - become drug users
• 40% - commit crimes
• 10% - commit suicide

The Paperwork Pregnancy

The adoption process has been called a "Paperwork Pregnancy." In my case, it's going to be a pretty good parallel, since they expect my whole process to take 7-9 months. I'm hoping that means I'll have Sergey home sometime around late summer or early Fall.

The first trimester is the home study and its associated paperwork. My social worker just got back the last piece of paper she needed in order to proceed with the interviews, so this is about to kick into high gear. I'm almost through the first trimester. Here's an idea of what we had to get for that:

• Four legal copies of my birth certificate
• Four legal copies of my divorce decree
• A Xerox copy of my son Rick's birth certificate
• A Fire Department inspection of my home
• A Health Department inspection of my home
• Four notarized letters of recommendation from non-relatives
• A notarized legal guardianship form
• Four notarized confirmations of employment details
• A child abuse clearance form (both me and Rick)
• A financial statement
• A financial responsibility statement (different from financial statement)
• A sex offender clearance form (both me and Rick)
• Fingerprinting by the police and reporting of any past crimes (both me and Rick)
• A copy of my official driving record from MVA
  

It's getting the reports of inspections or clearances back that seems to take up the bulk of the time. Getting the other necessary documents goes pretty quickly; mostly ordered and paid for on-line, and then they show up in your mailbox in a few days.

One thing that has struck me during this process is how absolutely blessed I am in my choice of friends. I asked four people to write letters on my behalf. The social worker gave me specific guidelines with questions that had to be addressed in these letters. What is remarkable to me is that all four people said yes, and the letters were simply incredible. Either my friends love me enough to tell really big whoppers so I can adopt this child, or they all truly hold me in a level of esteem that I had never guessed would show. Every single one of them wrote a beautiful letter. I had no idea I was so wonderful to them! :) One of the questions they had to address was about what they saw as my weaknesses, and a couple of them actually said that because I get involved in so many things, they think I have trouble saying NO.

I wonder why they'd say that?

Anyway, once the home study is finished and sent to WACAP, that'll be the end of the first trimester. Almost there!

Then will start the second trimester. That one will deal primarily with pulling together more documents and refining the authentication of the ones I have for a dossier that gets sent to Russia. The Russian authorities have to check over everything in the dossier and decide whether I am fit to be a parent to one of their finest, and if/when they give their approval, I'll be given very short notice to travel over to the orphange for a short trip. During this trip, I need to convince Sergey that he wants to be adopted, since children over 10 must consent to the adoption in court. I'll be going with pictures of our home, his room, our pets, the cars, ourselves, my parents and their house, our church, the Maryland School for the Deaf where he will be attending school, and anything else I can think of that would help to get him interested in coming to America. (The Deaf School actually let me borrow a videotape that I can take to show him. I'm hoping he will be enthralled by the art rooms, the indoor swimming pool, etc. I got a tour of the place the other day, and it was fabulous.) This trip only lasts about a week and marks the end of the second trimester.

The third trimester starts with a long wait, because I have to return here and wait for a court date. I'm told it's usually about 6-8 weeks, but sometimes faster, sometimes slower, depending on the region and how many adoptions are going on and how clogged the courts are. Once I get the court date, I go over again for that. We'll show up in court, he'll (hopefully!) consent to the adoption, the judge will be super-impressed that we were meant for each other, and then there is a 10-day waiting period where we can do pretty much nothing. This allows me to change my mind. Yeah, right! I understand that sometimes it can be waived if the judge feels there is a good reason, so I'm going to try to play the card of Sergey being a special needs child and needing to get evaluations done before being able to start school, etc. Once the 10 days is either over or is waived, we can start the serious business. We have to go to the various consulates for medical exams, visas, passports, etc. I have no clue yet just how much paperwork is involved with this one, but it must be pretty extensive, since the second trip usually lasts 2-1/2 to 3 weeks. Once all of that is complete, we get on a plane and come home.

At any rate, my first trimester is nearly through. A couple of interviews with the social worker, and then she'll write up the the report and send it off to WACAP, where the dossier portion will start.

Tonight's my first formal interview with her. She's coming to my (messy) house after work. I wanted it perfectly clean, obviously, but it's been a busy week (as usual) and that just didn't happen, so she will be seeing us as we really live. At least she'll know we aren't just "putting on the dog" for her!

Wish me luck!

Anticlimax

What a letdown! After all of the back and forth messages with the health department (who had lost my paperwork--thank God I had made a copy and could re-fax it to them!), the inspection was finally set for yesterday. I spent the weekend, when I wasn't working, frantically scrubbing and cleaning. Even managed to drag Rick into doing some of it, too. Monday night, after I got home from college, we were both up late scrubbing and cleaning the last problem spots. When we were too tired to do any more, we called it quits. I figured if anything would flunk us, it would be the basement (which is a disaster area--looks like Katrina paid a visit) or the garage.

Rick swore he had cleaned his room, but I didn't have the energy to walk in there and check it, so I took his word for it.

So, Tuesday afternoon finally arrives, and the inspector shows up right on time. Young guy. Looks like he's almost Rick's age. He starts off with a few questions, and then does the walk-through of the house. The basement didn't faze him a bit. He never looked inside the garage. As he headed up the steps to the bedroom level, he sees the "Please do not disturb" sign on one of the bedroom doors and says, "That must be the 18-year-old's room, huh?" Right-O. He opens the door and steps inside one single step (from whence one can see absolutely nothing because Rick has his bookshelves lined up to create a hallway entry area to the room so that he can't be spied on from the outside hall). The guy stands in this narrow corridor, looks AT THE CEILING, and says, "Looks okay to me!" Turns around, shuts the door, and moves on to the next room.

He checked the water temperature, the fire extinguisher, asked a few more questions, and left. His only recommendation was to get a carbon monoxide detector. In total, the guy was there less than 20 minutes!

THIS is what I lost sleep over for a week????

I Hope You Dance

It keeps happening.

The song "I Hope You Dance" has a special meaning in my family, because I did that song at my sister's funeral. It was popular 5-6 years ago, played all the time, and the message is something I felt Donna would have wanted to pass on to our friends. But I'm starting to think there's more to it than that, because it pops up again at the strangest times.

The first time I noticed it was when I went in for my heart biopsy. They don't give you anesthesia for that, so I was awake on the table, and this song came on just as they started taking little nibbles out of my heart wall. It wasn't even a country station--the doctor was playing a mix radio station. Interesting coincidence.

But then I started noticing it coming on at other times, seemingly always when I needed some sort of guidance or calming. Right before my chemistry final, when I was feeling very sick from flu and praying I would be able to make it through the test. The night my adoption loan was approved and I started to wonder if I was doing the right thing (this process is a little scary, after all!). Seems like every time I'm facing the question "Should I?", I hear this song.
Then yesterday. I was very exhausted from trying to be ready for the health department inspection. Call it paranoia, but Rick and I spent a lot of time trying to get things just so. About the only thing I didn't do is alphabetize the canned goods in the pantry. After a few nights with little to no sleep, I was feeling very stressed out, and I could feel my heart rate and blood pressure going up as I got closer to home and my appointment with the inspector.
What should happen just as I turn into the road leading to my housing development? Of course--the one thing that could calm me down at that point. On comes the song, some guy dedicating it to his wife.

Coincidence? Don't think so. If you listen to the words of that song, the message is clear. I think God and my sister are up there smiling, having come up with their own little version of the Nike "Just Do It" slogan. Whether it's school, or the adoption, or whatever challenge I need to overcome next, I think God is telling me to go ahead and take a chance at doing the things that will bring me happiness. It's very comforting to get little signs like this occasionally. It gives me hope that this really will all work out.