Yesterday, I posted as we were leaving Changsha. Things were good.
We were ready to go.
Passport for Clementine check.
We were prepared.
We even had time built into our schedule to stop at a local restaurant on the way to the airport, since we’d be arriving in Guangzhou too late to eat.
Our guide was not only wonderful, but wise.
We were hungry.
We got to the restaurant and the manager came in to our room (we had our own room, y’all) and sat down with us. He and our guide got to talking and it turned out that we were the first foreigners to ever eat at his restaurant.
We talked some more and the manager was intrigued by our family. He took a fancy to Chris, especially his participation in the baby feeding/holding, and said he was a good example to Chinese men. He asked for several pictures of the two of them and then announced that the entire meal was on him. He wanted to show his appreciation to our family for adopting from China.
The food was delicious, rice noodles, cilantro beef, Chairman Mao’s pork, rice ball soup, mushrooms, marinated garlic, steamed egg (for Clementine, her favorite) and glutinous rice cakes.
We ate well.
As we were finishing up, I went to give Clementine one last bite and instead of opening her mouth to eat it, she vomited everywhere. As I was trying to stem the tide, she did it again. And again. In every direction it seemed.
Poor baby was covered in steamed egg.
Everyone jumped up to help and brought various rags and buckets of water to help, but this was going to take more than a few tissues.
And there was no bathroom in sight.
We hastily said our thank-yous and I’m-so-sorries and bundled our girl up in the half of her blanket that she somehow missed and got back on the road.
A little less chipper.
We arrived at the airport and dug through our luggage for fresh clothes, and a clean blanket. Then did our best to clean her up in the bathroom sink.
We hustled through security and down to our gate. But our flight was delayed. And delayed.
Two hours later we got on the flight and finally arrived at the hotel at 11 PM.
We were tired.
Clementine took a bottle and held it down (thankfully!) all night. She seemed to be feeling okay when we took her to breakfast this morning so we stuck to plain, safe baby-type foods – kept to a minimum – and she ate hungrily.
Then back up to the room for a quick skype with the kids before heading to the medical appointment. But then Clementine vomited again. And again.
Y’all. This baby needs stuff going in. Not coming out.
I cried and hugged her, and cleaned her up.
And thought how grateful I am that she has a mama now to cry over her. And hold her when she gets sick.
We went to the medical appointment and waited to be seen. She laid on me, understandably lethargic.
First stop was the ENT. She passed.
Next was the height weigh station. She is 78 cm and 8 kilos. That’s 17.6 pounds. Clementine is 19 months old.
I wanted to cry again.
Then on to the general well-check.
We were told that the doctor for the well-check was very good. And to ask her any questions we had. So we did.
She reviewed all Clementine’s medicals and paperwork and paid special attention to her heart and respiration. We told the doctor all we knew about her health history, current medications, and present condition, including a rash on her torso that showed up a few days ago.
After the physical exam, I asked about her heart, anxious to hear since we’d received no update on her heart condition since being told she was being taken to Beijing for open-heart surgery several months ago.
And the doctor told us that her heart sounded fine. Based on all she saw, she could not understand why they would have considered open heart surgery.
Once again, God went before us and in His sovereignty – even though they took her all the way to Beijing for it – she did not have the surgery.
We were told the orphanage very much wanted her to have excellent care because she is such a fragile girl. So, instead of taking her back to her hometown, she stayed in Beijing where she was placed in an excellent foster care situation.
His fingerprints are everywhere. And we are so thankful.
After the medial we came back to the hotel, for a bottle and a nap. Clementine was so excited when she saw the bottle but couldn’t get to it fast enough and, instead of trying to get to me, she just laid down and actually cried.
Oh my heart. This little one has endured so much.
I scooped her up and tucked her into my arms. She happily drank the whole bottle, and when she finished I laid her down to nap and sat on the bed next to her patting her back.
I had put her down on top of a towel and a washcloth (don’t want them to have to change our sheets again today) and when she saw the washcloth she sat up, grasping it in her hand, and acted like she was seeing a long lost friend.
Smiles, baby babble and silliness ensued.
Of course I went with it. I mean, who can nap when you’ve got a washcloth to play with?
I grabbed my camera and smiled right along with her.
She is irresistible.
So grateful that Chris is here in China with me. I don’t even want to think about what it would have been like without him. And I’m so grateful that so many are back home praying, daily, for Clementine. Y’all are amazing.
I’m asking that you would please continue to pray on behalf of our girl.
— that she would be able to keep food down again soon and that we would be wise in what we offer her until she is well.
— that her cough and rattly chest would continue to improve and that she would get well.
— that we would determine the cause of this rash and that it would clear up in time to have her visa issued on Monday (she will have to be examined again before they will issue her visa).
— that she would continue to trust us more and more to meet her needs and find rest and safety in our arms.
— that we would make good, wise and loving decisions as her new mama and baba.
Thanks, y’all. Your support blesses us more than you could ever know.