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This blog, which began as a therapeutic outlet during the wait for our daughter's arrival, morphed into a place to share feelings, ask for support, and flip through a virtual 'brag book' of photos. NOW, as we embark on our second adoption trek, please join us as we plan, pray, and travel again to the other side of the world to be united with the next piece of our family puzzle.

Peace & Blessings...Beth & Ron (and Hope too)

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

OUCH!

I wasn't going to post so late 'cuz we all need to get to bed but HOLY COW!...what an afternoon/evening we've had. So, we were supposed to have Hope's Dr. appt. at 4:20 and we got in pretty quickly. Guess what time we left. OK - I'll just tell you...almost 8:00. Our little girl sat in her diaper wrapped in a blanket at the clinic for almost 4 hours. She was such a trooper. I can't believe how brave she is. With everything she has been through in these past two weeks since we've known her, she is doing so well. We got in and Hope was weighed and measured right away so off came all the clothes. She is currently 17 lbs./13 oz. and 29 in. Compared with her medical appt. in China, she's lost a bit of weight and gotten taller. Hmm. Then, we were ushered to another room where we talked with a nurse (not our Dr.'s regular nurse) who didn't know us or anything about our adoption. It was a bit frustrating trying to communicate with her and answer her questions. Then, YEA...our Dr. came in a visited with us. We really like him and it is wonderful that he also has an a daughter from China and he's been back to China several times to set up clinics in orphanages. His experience is invaluable and we are so comfortable with our little girl in his care. Basically he said she's doing great. His exact words were, "She's perfect." Well, OF COURSE! ;) We talked a bit about some possible food allergies and some skin sensitivities and we'll work on that for this month before our next appointment. Finally came the part we'd been dreading. Blood work and a trip to the lab were next on the agenda. I think holding my little girl down while she was SCREAMING in terror and the tech was trying to find a good vein is about the most traumatic experience I may have ever had. We had four adults holding Hope and had one tech try for a vein in each arm before deciding that she needed to get another person to come and have a look. That person successfully found a vein and leeched out 2 big vials of blood. They were hoping for three, but Hope's vein gave up the flow, so I am now praying that they don't put her through that again because they didn't get enough. OOOOOOHHHHHHHH that was so hard for this new mommy. When it was over I was able to scoop her up and wrap her in her blanket right away. She calmed down, but I just felt terrible. It didn't help that we had walked over to the lab, then the tech struggled with figuring out what supplies she'd need and finally ushered us back over the the area where our first appt. took place and in the mean time, Hope fell asleep. So, she woke up to all of us hovering over her while she laid on the cold table covered with that wonderful comfortable paper. Poor thing. After the whole blood draw experience, we went back over to the lab because we were supposed to get some more supplies to collect a couple of samples. Again, the tech was a little confused about what was needed. She made a couple of phone calls and guess what...we had to walk back over to our favorite unit (again the original appt. location) to meet with a different nurse for some instructions and then hold our baby girl down again for a Tb test. I can't believe what she went through. She was so, so brave today. The last time, when we were waiting for the final test, we were in the room alone again for something like a 1/2 hour and I finally took Hope out into the hall looking for anyone to come get it done so we could get out of there. Our Dr. saw us and couldn't believe we were still there. So, I guess all you need to do is get a Dr.'s attention, because the nurse reappeared in a matter of minutes and we finished up. We quickly ran to Target for some supplies and we are now home with our strong little angel asleep in her crib. I cried as I rocked her tonight. I just didn't want to put her down. She is strong and beautiful and amazing and brave and incredible and ....

We just love our little girl and are so thankful to God for his plan to bless our lives with her presence.

Thanks for letting me vent tonight. I promise that my next post will be much more positive.

- Sweet Dreams -

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

It sounds like not only was Hope a trooper but so was Mom!!! It can be so hard when you see your little one scared and being poked. Luckily she has such great parents that can remind her there is a safe place with tons of love when the poking is done.

I've been so busy with all the running around with my two I haven't been able to check the blog since Sunday night. When I logged on tonight and saw all the wonderful pictures it was awesome. Hope looks comfy as can be at home with mom and dad.

Take care!

HLK

Anonymous said...

Poor little peanut! No fun for Mom either! Strange how much her pain hurts you so deeply, isn't it? Glad you made it through. The wonderful thing is, Hope has you to comfort her and take care of her when she does have "owies". Moms (and dads too!) are great for that. God has truly blessed Hope and her parents.

Love,
Tricia

Anonymous said...

Oh, sad. I don't think there's anything worse than seeing your child experience pain. Thank God we have tears to cleanse that pain. You'll be amazed at how many different extreme emotions your heart can go through! Keep up the tender loving, Hope will be so secure in knowing she has two loving parents to lean on. You guys are great! Have a great day and play hard! She'll soon forget about the pokes. Jen

Melody said...

What a horrible experience. I'm so sad to hear that everything took so long. Usually the clinic is really good about stuff like that. I can feel your pain. Whenever I take Hope to the Dr. for shots it just makes me cry. Thankfully she doesn't get any more shots until she goes to Kindergarten...YEAH!! You've got a brave little girl...and a brave Mommy...and a brave Daddy.

I hope you guys have a nice, relaxing, uneventful day today. The weather is beautiful!

Love you guys!
Mel

Wendy said...

Your descriptions reminded me of when we drew blood from Hannah for some tests at around 5 months old. It was hard to be part of a group of 3 adults restraininng her just for the tech to get blood. After that, shots are nothing. Hugs and shared tears are definitely the way to go. It sounds as if the bonding is going well. We can't wait to see the new family.

Unknown said...

That sounds terrible.
Did they just forget about you?
How could that possibly even happen?
You should've gotten some free supplies or something.....

It's good to know that she's doing well though. Andria and I can't wait to see all THREE of you again, hopefully sooner than later.

-Mark

3 Peanuts said...

Wow what a night. So sorry it took so long. Sounds like Hope is a tropper.

Congrats,
Kim