Sunday, September 25, 2016

The Blessings of a Sunday Morning.....







A few days ago I shared with you the difficult side of International adoption, there are truly hard days....but today I want to share with you the beautiful side....as I called International adoption a 'Beautiful Mess'   I first shared with you the messy side and today I would like to share with you the beautiful side.

I often spend the quiet hours of the morning in scripture study, prayer or quiet reflection...I have poured my heart out to God in these last few weeks....because caring for a grieving child is not an easy task.  

We all have difficult days, this is a reality of life that none escape and therefore International adoption is simply in keeping with the typical trajectory of life...there are difficult days and dark times....days when you don't know if you can handle another sleepless night..days when you feel that your heart can't take witnessing the grief of a child one more time.......but then the morning comes....

I poured my heart out to God and then I waited....I didn't just get up and go about my day expecting that I could hear Him above the noise of everyday life...I sat and I waited in the silence.  In the silence my aching heart was filled with joy, my tired and foggy mind was filled with clarity.  It is so very difficult to think clearly in the fog of sleep deprivation...everything is compounded and seems so much harder, and yet as I sat in the silence I was filled with clarity.

Experiencing the process of International adoption, seeing how God literally moved mountains to give this little blind orphan a family...I have learned so much of the love of God for every single one of us.   I wish I could share with you every moment of the precious journey that began years before Little miss was ever even born.... I didn't know where God would lead me and I had no idea what He would make out of the ashes of my own heartbreak....but He did make beauty out of the ashes.



When I walk into her room in the morning...at 10 am after she has had a good nights sleep and she is laying there in her bed with a smile ear to ear.....I see God's work, I see His love, I see what He is doing in her life.
As I sat in the stillness thoughts came rushing through my mind....I thought of a blind little girl, frightened and alone abandoned on the streets of a remote area of China.....in that moment.....she lost everything!  
If I did not know God, if I did not know of His infinite love I would be compelled to cry out....How could such tragedy happen?   If all I could see was the tragedy of abandonment, or orphanage life I would say, where is God?   But this is not all I see........

That blind little girl, completely and utterly alone in the world, more alone than most of us will ever be.....was not truly alone.  God was aware of her....He had a plan for her life.....even though in that moment all she could see and all she knew was loss, grief, pain and suffering....but God never planned to leave her that way....A half a world away, He had already begun preparing a family for her!  

As she found herself placed in an orphanage, sitting alone in darkness.......a sister was being prepared for her...who knew she had a sister coming...even though she didn't know how or when that littler sister would come into her life....God was preparing this big sister for her....


She knew when she was six years old, the same age Little Miss is now....that she had a sister that would be coming into our family...God was preparing her to be a big sister to His precious child!  I do not know how I could even bear to witness the injustice in the world...without the knowledge of God, without the knowledge that all will be made right in the end...


On difficult days...I reflect on this little face...this little orphaned girl with a buzzed head and I know I cannot possibly imagine what she has been through in her young life....As heart wrenching as the thought may be...I know that God had a beautiful plan for her, that He never intended to leave her in the ashes of grief and despair...and that although on that day we made her a part of our family in China, she may have felt as though she had lost everything in her life, little did she know that God was giving her Far More than she lost!   I know this with all my heart, that whenever in life we feel as though we are losing everything, when your heart aches beyond what you feel you can bear....God sees the whole picture, and He will bless  you with far more than you have ever lost!

This is the beautiful part of International Adoption.....the days that I get to walk into her bedroom and see this.....

Smiling happy face!

I see brokenness, I see grief, I witness the tragedy of abandonment....but I also am privileged to be a part of healing, to see a smile break through sorrow, I hear her laughter, I watch big brother spin her around the living room for hours, I watch big sister carefully brush her hair and help her get ready for church....

I also witness the joy of God's great work of healing, the joy, the peace and the happiness that slowly but surely brightens each shadow of darkness......and that is what makes it all worth every hard moment!

Friday, September 23, 2016

Home Two Weeks...

Home Two Weeks
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When we began this journey nine months ago.....nothing on this earth could have prepared me for the adoption trip...or life post-adoption!  You read every adoption blog, International adoption book, you read about attachment parenting, parenting the hurt child, Reactive attachment disorder....you think you are prepared for it all....and then Real Life Happens!

The best way I can describe International adoption is "A Beautiful Mess."   As God leads you to open your heart and your home to an orphaned child you see His hand in every aspect of the process.  It took about NINE years for me to finally realize what God had planned for me in my life, and it wasn't at all what I had planned for myself!

I was not prepared emotionally to watch a little girl grieve in a hotel room in a foreign country FAR away from the comforts of my own home, struggling with my own culture shock, jet-lag, and emotions.  

Far More Lies Beneath the Smiles


I have been reflecting back on "Gotcha Day"....what you see in those photos is a happy little girl, a family full of smiles.  In keeping with my authentic self I am going to help you understand the reality of this day.  While we flipped through updates, photos, and videos of this little girl..learning about her, raising money to fund a very expensive adoption and working to bring her home...she has been living her life in a home for the visually impaired unaware that her life is going to change forever.

As much as your whole heart, soul and life go into the adoption for 9 long, grueling months...you are essentially going to pick up a child you have never met, who does not speak your language, in a foreign country while suffering culture shock, and jet lag.  The really is nothing about the process that day that feels 'Natural'.  You are over-joyed and happy and yet at the same time you sign some documents and they hand you a six year old child.....  

This child has a background of grief, loss, hurt, and suffering that none of us could even possibly imagine and on this day....she just lost everything all over again.  She doesn't know she gained a loving family, to her, her whole world turned upside down, she just lost all she has ever known....again!

As much as we loved her from afar....when you take that child to your hotel room it feels a bit more like babysitting...it honestly takes some time to integrate in your mind that this is YOUR child!  I can't tell you that it has fully sunk in for me yet...it is like glimpses of knowledge that this is your child and then when the tantrums start...all the sudden you are like...who is this stranger in my house?  It is a fluctuating thing as your mind and your heart try to embrace the reality that this is now your child....it is NOT the same as having a biological child and you will never understand nor could you possibly understand unless you have been through it yourself.

The first day was a fun day out for her...she had no idea what was happening....we held her, took her out to eat and she probably ate the best food of her life, she out ate Dave and I combined...she got to get into soft jammies and climb into a VERY soft bed with a fluffy comforter and she was happy.  

First night together

Happily ever after right?  Not so much.  Then the morning came.....she was confused and a little nervous....

Where am I and Who are these Strangers?

She had comfort items that she needed in her hands 24/7 or she would start to cry (these changed daily turtles, bobbypins, metal clips, hair clippy)  she wanted to lay in bed all day long....at times she would get up and play but most of the time she wanted the bed...a place she felt safe.  You saw pictures of smiles, giggles, and fun.....but behind the scenes we were dealing with a grieving child.  The second day she screamed an ear piercing scream several times...my ears were ringing 20 minutes later and I felt that I probably should apologize to the entire world for that loud scream she let out because it felt that piercingly loud!

She cried from 10pm to 2 am on the third night....she was grieving and it was painful to witness...this is the raw, real truth of International adoption.  These are hurt children, they have been abandoned on the streets and taken to orphanages, they have no idea what family even is.  We know it is a blessing for them to have a family...but in this moment, when they have just lost all they have ever known, they don't feel blessed at all. In fact, I wonder if they ever really will feel blessed...some of them may never get to that place because there is just too much hurt inside their little hearts....

She screamed, she cried, she pushed boundaries, she said Baba bye bye, mama bye bye...meaning she wanted us to go away (she still says this to us often)....she would play and be happy and then she would just cry.  This is life, it is messy and it is just hard.....

When we had to go to Guangzhou she was NOT thrilled that we were in a new place and she didn't know her way around anymore.  She had learned the layout of the first hotel room and now she was lost once again....  It took a few of days for her to calm down and relax a little.  She still struggled and asked for Shui Jiao or to go to sleep a lot!  

We had meltdowns frequently....she HATED the seatbelt in the van...luckily our guide explained to her in Mandarin that she HAD to wear it when in the car and she reluctantly complied.  To make matters worse the morning after we got to Guangzhou she had to go to a medical appointment and have her blood drawn.  They really make sure these kids are fully traumatized by the adoption process...flying all over the country and medical appointments etc... it is ridiculous.

She had a laughing spaz attack and laughed through the whole medical appointment...they did NOT allow us in with her during the blood draw....

We waited outside the door...I listened intently but she did not scream or cry.  She was VERY upset when she came out and was pulling that band-aid off immediately....they finally explained to her that she needed to leave it on for a minute because it was bleeding.  We distracted her with a Lollipop and she seemed content. 

She would cry every time we tried to get into the van saying Bu Zuo Che...No ride car.  The first three days in Guangzhou were filled with two things.....On the Verge of a tantrum or having a tantrum.....

It was 24/7....she was holding bobbypins or hairclips 24/7 and would drop one every 2 seconds...maybe up to 2 minutes and then she would dramatically cry out  Zhǎodào... (Find) 

If you didn't find that bobbypin on the floor in 1 second flat the meltdown started...we were on edge every second of the day...we carried extra hair clips and bobbypins in our pockets....backpacks...everywhere....We were in full on survival mode.  At home I wouldn't cater so much to demands like this...but when we are running around to civil affairs offices, the consulate, medical appointments etc.... the child just needs to not be throwing tantrums.  We have to eat in restaurants and survive outside the comforts and privacy of home and therefore...survival is in full effect.

After the third day she started to calm down and as we were walking to breakfast on the fourth day a woman stopped Dave in the restaurant and said..you guys look so much better...the first few days you were here you looked so haggared and rundown..but this morning you have smiles......yes, on that day...things were calm...but calm always preceeds the storm....with International adoption you never relax..you never let your guard down thinking you have arrived...there is always another storm of grief, tantrums and lack of sleep awaiting you.....

You see the pictures of playing, smiles, and all the squishy cuteness....what you don't see is the black circles under my sleep deprived eyes...passing the two week mark with a child who refuses to go to bed before 10:30pm and wakes up at 4-5 am..... and then we know we are about to deal with crying, screaming, tantrums and the orneriest child we have ever seen for the next 18 hours before she literally is so tired she cannot eek out another sound.....and we want to stay awake and enjoy the silence for a moment.. but alas we know that we are going to be awakened from a dream at 4am to do it all again!

This my friend is International adoption...it is messy, it is hard.....I will say...this is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life!  Emotions that hit the highest highs and the lowest lows of your entire life!!  Welcome to the most nauseating roller coaster you have ever been on.....although you can't get off.

You did this to yourself

When you are in the trenches of International adoption.....there is no community, there is no understanding, there is no friend....you are entirely alone because in the eyes of all around you....you chose this!

As much as you would like to turn a blind eye to the extensive and intense amount of suffering in this world...turn a blind eye to the millions of children being held and trafficked as sex slaves, millions more who are living as orphans in unimaginable conditions around the world...as much as you would like to live in your fantasy world pretending that all is well....while you point your finger at me and say....you chose this....No, I did not choose this!

I did not choose a world where children are abandoned, abused and live through unimaginable trauma, grief and loss entirely alone in the world....I only chose to SEE  that this is the reality we live in and someone needs to do something!

I fought this....I fought it hard!  I knew this was going to be hard, I knew it was going to turn my world upside down, I knew this child would grieve, cry, throw tantrums and who knows what else....it wasn't something I wanted to welcome into my life......but honestly.... If I won't....who will?

This process began over NINE YEARS AGO.....I cannot detail to you all the events in my life that led me to this place...sitting at my kitchen table after weeks of hardly any sleep...a sore throat, headache, foggy head...getting sick from stress and no sleep.

If it were up to me, NO child would be abandoned or harmed EVER!  All children would be born to loving families and would live with their BIOLOGICAL mother and father!  This is what all children NEED!  But alas we do not live in a perfect world and many children in this world suffer the loss of their parents due to various circumstances none of us will ever truly understand and find themselves victims of unimaginable circumstances that cause them suffering, grief, heartache and pain.....who is going to help them?  Who is willing to sacrifice the comforts of their own life to help them?  If not me..then who?

God calls some of us to help Him rescue His children.......some of you who have been in the adoption community will scoff at this and you are welcome to your haughty opinion but God's hand is in this work whether you choose to see it or not and if God had not brought me to this place, I never would have walked through this of my own choosing plain and simple!   I pray constantly, because in all honesty, I cannot do this....I cannot do this alone...I am not strong enough.   God gives me His strength so I can get up at 4 am and face each day....This is HIS work and He calls who He calls to it!

You may see me as a 'Saint' as many choose to call me.....many International adoptive moms hear this frequently....and they will all tell you the same thing...I am not a saint.  Life before adoption was easy....my children were 14 and 17 years old and I did as I pleased...life was easy....Do you really think I just chose to flip my whole world upside down because I thought it would be fun?  I can assure you I didn't choose this....God chose me!

I don't know why He chose me, I really don't.  I can tell you that I am probably the least qualified for this......
I fought the prompting toward International adoption for nearly 9 years until I could not ignore where God was leading me.....in fact...God led me through one of my greatest heartbreaks before I came to place where I was ready to accept this in my life.......

I can tell you that in a small way I knew what I was walking into....but as with most things in life....there is always the unknown.  I knew my life would never be the same.....I knew from watching hundreds of others go through the process that it was going to be hard....living it however is a whole other level of reality....

I am in the trenches.....it is hard.....I may not have a smile on my face some days...in fact, I may not seem like my normal self at all for a long time yet....I am sorry but I am not.....I am sleep deprived, my emotions are raw and I am surviving day to day the best I can....I put a smile on my face and try to look as presentable as my 39 year old exhausted self can look....

You can point fingers at me, gossip about me, think I am crazy, walk past and stare as I deal with one more meltdown in the grocery store... and then go back to your happy place where the world is perfect and all is well......

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Home Day 2: It is 3am and I´m hungry for dinner


Good Evening/Good Morning Jet Lag

It is 3am and I am wide awake rocking in the rocking chair in Little Miss room.....she is wide awake as well.  Yay Jet Lag!  Ugh....after last night I thought I would be fine and so I did not take melatonin...BIG MISTAKE!  I woke up at 2:45 am hungry for dinner......It is 4:45pm in China!  We usually eat dinner at around 5pm and so here I am awake and ready for dinner...only it is 3am!

I had been laying in bed for a little while...listening to little miss stirring in bed as well as my stomach growling insisting that it is dinner time.  My mind was racing through thoughts and reflections that I thought I would share with you.  I have been reflecting on the way we treat newborns and children in our world and how much hurt we cause to the most vulnerable little ones in the world.  My heart aches for all the children who are abandoned and then put in orphanages suffering unimaginable trauma!  I wish I could heal the world, I wish that every child could grow up with BOTH biological parents and that NO child would have to suffer grief and loss of any parent, ever!

I know we do not live in a perfect world.....but...we can change the way we treat orphans....they need to be in families and we need to find a way for EVERY child to be able to live in loving families not in orphanages.  I know that is a big prayer for these little ones but it is the only way to ease the trauma and pain that they suffer!   Okay, enough of my ramblings for now....

3am Dinner Time

I woke up hungry at 2:45 am.....I laid in bed and heard little miss stirring so I waited and then she started calling out so I went to her room...she was half awake and hungry which led to a small melt down.  My husband came in because she did NOT want me.  She was calling for Baba so he came in and she was asking for food.  Even though I know if you eat in the middle of the night it will make jet lag worse you CANNOT convince a six year old that they are not hungry, nor should you refuse food to a hungry child EVER!   It isn´t about convenience, it is about creating a safe, loving environment.  This also goes for newborns....NONE of us are hungry at the same time every day and neither are babies or children.  Some days we don´t have an appetite while other days we feel ravenous and this is no different for growing babies or children, in fact it is more pronounced for them and if we refuse to feed them when they are hungry we simply create lack of trust and mental health issues and so.......

Cereal for Dinner at 3 am or 5 pm according to our bodies that are still on China time!

If you were unfortunate enough to be up at 3 am you would have seen the lights on in our house, Dave and Gracie at the kitchen table eating cereal, me on the computer...... after cereal for ´dinner´ we turned out all the lights and took her back to her room but she kept yelling NO SHUI JIAO or No sleep....

So Dave rocked her in the rocking chair and I laid in her bed and we visited.   The entire time she has been with us she has been used to hearing us talk before bed so this is ´normal´ for her.  She started to fall asleep and would drop her ´Ji´ and then she would cry.  At about 5am we realized this was not going to work and we needed some sleep.....so off we all go into our bed.

Dave and Gracie fell right to sleep at 5:30.....I could not.  I didn´t fall asleep until 6:30 am and so I slept util 9:30am  I NEVER sleep in!!!  

Breakfast at 10 am......


I got up at 9:30 and went downstairs to make some ´Roll up pancakes¨ Crepes for the family.  My head felt like it would explode, it was so foggy but I had to get up otherwise this jet lag will NEVER go away.....

Gracie woke up at about 10:30 and Kenzi hand fed her crepes and she ate.  She was in a good mood and so off they went to the park while I took a shower.  There is NO food in this house because we had to get rid of all food before leaving so it wouldn´t spoil.  Last night we had spaghetti and grocery store french bread because that is all I could find to make.

We will be going grocery shopping, hopefully little miss will be happy for that....it will be an adventure but it must be done!

First Time at the Park






She loved the park....came home and wanted crackers...I thought she was hungry.....NOPE....she wanted to smash them all over the kitchen and living room......so I pull out the vacuum because I can´t stand a mess!  Well, that was too much for her so she started repeating.....Shui Jiao or sleep!  

Bed is her safe place if things get too over-stimulating and so here I sit in her bedroom listening to Disney songs on CD while she sings and lays in bed playing with her Jis......which is just fine with me.

Friday, September 9, 2016

Day 1 Home: Reflections and Insights


Reflections & Insights 
Home: Day 1
Guess who ended up in our bed for her first night home!  She is a wiggly sleeper!  
She woke up with a smile!

It is 8:30 am, I had a full nights sleep last night thanks to a good dose of Melatonin....however, I still feel foggy headed and tired as if I had stayed up all night!  I thought I would feel refreshed, I actually slept through the night for the most part, but after being awake for 30 hours  I guess I still have quite a sleep debt!

Before, I detail our travel home, I would like to reflect on the last two weeks.....it was a whirlwind to say the least!  I know it seems as if this whole adoption trip is some magical journey filled with joy, happiness, and a child who fully understands that on ´gotcha day´ he or she is no longer an orphan, she is grateful to have a forever family, and happily skips along with you for the next 10 days enjoying a fun-filled vacation.

Well, I hate to burst your rosy colored bubble but that is NOT what an adoption trip is like....not even a little bit!  I am not saying this to be negative, I am saying it to be real.   I do not think you can even begin to prepare yourself for this experience....it is a roller coaster of emotions like you have never experienced before in your life... and is very unique in its own special way.

Do not misunderstand my transparency about the struggles that come with adoption....International adoption is an amazing experience, you will see the hand of God in your life in ways that you couldn´t possibly have dreamed, there are joys beyond measure and yet.....there are also some of the lowest lows as well....much like REAL life itself.

I watched many families go through this process on Facebook and I saw a few pictures or videos of crying little ones on ´gotcha day´ but the rest of the posts were smiling faces and happy adventures...and yes, this is part of the journey....but it is only the rosy part.  I do not think this is helpful for adoptive families preparing for travel, because when you experience the tough parts, you feel all alone, like everyone else has a fairy tale and something is wrong with you or your child!  Social media can be fun...but the dark side is that you only see all the happy parts of any one persons life and that is NOT real life! 

Life is messy, it is filled with happy, joyful moments, but it is also filled with mundane daily life, chores to be done, errands to run, bathrooms to scrub and then it is also filled with depression, despair, heart ache, the tough stuff too.....Life is like a dance of highs and lows and even coasting in the middle.... 

It is NOT healthy to try to avoid accepting the fact that hard stuff is normal ,  you aren´t happy everyday of your life, sometimes there are days, months, or even years that are hard, really hard!  That is all okay....when life is good we lift others, when life is hard others lift us..... it is a dance of bearing one another´s burdens....NOT trying to ignore them or shame them for experiencing the hard and NOT being happy about it.   The hard stuff isn´t happy and it is okay to NOT be happy just as it is okay to be angry, sad, lonely, happy, joyful, hurt......life is filled with a mix of emotions all of which are just fine!

Just Call Me Miss Tell It Like It Is.....

So, in keeping with my authentic self....through this series of sharing our adoption journey....I am going to be BLUNT  and those of you who know me will probably be smiling right now because you know I like to tell it like it is.....and so that is what you are going to get!    You will read about the amazing, beautiful, happy as well as the tragic, heart wrenching, and sad parts of this journey.....REAL LIFE!!  Not some fairy
tale!


Journey Home

I am going to start with our Journey home because it is fresh in my mind and then I will go back to Day 1 of our journey and detail the entire journey..videos, pictures and all!



Our Journey Home Started Wednesday Night Sept. 7th.  We received Gracie´s visa from the U.S. consulate in the lobby of our hotel at about 3pm.  Our bags were packed, we had just checked out and we were ready for our LONG journey home!  The small bus we had been traveling in took us to the train station, we were going to see if we could catch an earlier train at 4:15.

The Garden Hotel Lobby


Unfortunately they would not let us change our tickets and so we waited at the dirty train station for an hour and a half before being able to board the train.  I found it very interesting that in China they really do not keep buildings clean and in good repair, except for the 5 star hotels or International business buildings.  The majority of the buildings in China are in disrepair and are not very clean...especially the bathrooms, but we won´t go there right now.

A Little Chinese Humor


You see this all over in China....t-shirts, signs etc...  I HAD to take  a picture of this sign in the train station.....it is hilarious!  ¨After the Check in, The toilet of the waiting room is closed for construction¨
LOL....it is so funny!  I have more of these to come....the t-shirts are worse :-D

The train station was no different...it was not a really old building and yet inside it was dingy, dirty, and did not look very well kept.  As we waited for the train, it was no different than the last 10 days or so had been with Gracie....it was a constant battle to keep her from melting down....we had backpacks full of every ´toy´ she enjoyed, every snack imaginable and it was a routine we had developed to survive the trip.....she would start to breath quickly and would be on the verge of tears and then the mad rush to see which item would keep her from crying ensued......

Do you want crackers.......no crackers
Do you want your turtles.....no turtles
Do you want your ´Ji´........no Ji

and the list went on until....do you want X item?....yeah!  Gold mine!!!  Meltdown averted!  

This was our routine and it happened sometimes every 10 minutes...but at times.....we were doing this literally every 2 minutes to avoid a meltdown.  Yes, it was exhausting.  Waiting in a dirty train station while going through our meltdown prevention routine was exhausting.  She did NOT like walking through the train station, going through security etc... and kept asking for a drink of water or juice or crackers and we had to say...... Just a Minute.......

As we tried to get through security checks, waiting in lines (as much of a line as you can have in China), going through metal detectors etc... She was NOT happy about this and so she would ask for something to make the hustle and bustle stop....but alas we could not rummage through backpacks trying to find things while going through security and that did not go over well.  She cried, she yelled and then eventually she learned to say..... NO just a minute!!!!

She got really tired of hearing just a minute....I understand but the reality is we could not give her everything she wanted while trying to get through security, show our passports, stand in lines, go down escalators etc.....I cannot tell you how relieved I was to get on that train!!



Dave & Gracie sat in two seats and I sat in the seat across the isle.  The train ride was about two hours through the countryside of China between Guangzhou and Hong Kong!  As we left the city we began to see that smaller apartment buildings in terrible disrepair....it was truly sad to see how millions of people live.  We passed farms..Iḿ not sure what they were growing but we saw farmers with their traditional Chinese looking hats working out in the fields at 6 o´clock at night as it was getting dark.  It was a mix of beautiful scenery, lush green everywhere and tragic poverty seen in the apartment buildings in terrible disrepair with clothing hanging out on lines on their small balconies.  

Gracie was happy for the first hour and then......The Over-tired set in......  this time we did not enter meltdown zone.....we entered a giggling meltdown....this was a new one.  She started just laughing and giggling....this isn´t normal laughing it is something akin to throwing a tantrum only with yelling, laughing and giggling.   There was an ornery Chinese business man on the train and he actually got up, gave us a dirty look and moved to a different seat.....unfortunately the giggling meltdown really was that annoying.  Dave was trying everything to calm her down, but nothing worked.   We arrived at the train station in Hong Kong, went out and found a LONG LINE waiting for taxi´s.  

I was SO over traveling at this point and just wanted to get to the hotel.  We kept Gracie happy while waiting in line by giving her chips, cookies, candy etc.... and then into the taxi only to find out it was a half hour drive to our hotel.  Luckily she fell asleep in the taxi, we arrived at the hotel and it took FOREVER to check us in.  We were so tired and ready for bed...it was about  9pm at this point.

They had reserved a room with a queen bed....three of us in a queen bed....ummmm  I don´t think so.  Luckily the woman had compassion on us and gave us the King suite...it was amazing!!




Gracie stayed asleep so we put her on the couch and covered her in blankets and she stayed asleep.  I got in the big jacuzzi tub to relax before bed while Dave checked out all the cool things in the room.  The next morning was a whirlwind....down to breakfast at 7am and then take the shuttle to the airport at 8am.  Today is the day we go home!  I cannot even tell you how excited I was to go home!  

We left the hotel on the shuttle to the airport at 8am Thursday morning
We arrived in SLC at 6am (China time) Friday morning!  

22 hours of Traveling and NO sleep!

I won´t bore you with the details but it was an 11 hour 40 minute flight from Hong Kong to Seattle. 
It was LONG.....Gracie did really well...she listened to music, slept about 2 hours, listened to the movie Zootopia, and only had three short crying incidents when she lost her JI (hair pins)  overall the flight went well other than being entirely boring.  

She refused food, would not talk at all, and was pretty shut down on the flight which was sad.  I think she was very overwhelmed and afraid.  She only went to the bathroom once on the whole flight!  

We had a 4 hour layover in Seattle which Gracie just sat and listened to the live band in the Seattle airport and went between sleeping and just laying quietly on Dave.....

Then a 1 hour 22 min flight to Salt Lake City.   When I saw those familiar mountains as we came in to land I cannot even explain to you the absolute sense of relief, joy, happiness.....I was SO happy to be HOME!!!

The Salt Lake City Airport Homecoming

As we were coming down the escalator I hear screaming.....it is Kenzi, my mom and my sister as they see Gracie coming into view as we ride the escalator down to the baggage claim area.  I was overcome with emotion.....being away from home for two weeks, the emotions of the entire trip all came flooding over me as well as the sense of relief that I was finally home!!!  

Tears started to flow as I tried to hold them back....Kenzi was just enthralled with Gracie and couldn´t wait to hold her.  Camdyn was overwhelmed, just excited that we were back home.  It was a very emotional reunion as well as meeting their little sister for the first time.  We loaded up in the car and poor little Gracie was so overcome after 25 hours with no sleep.  We put my neck pillow around her and she fell fast asleep in the car......luckily it was a quiet ride home because we hit traffic on the way home.  

When we first arrived she woke up but could hardly keep her eyes open, she just sat on the couch, she did not talk or respond to questions, I think the shock of the 24 hours of travel and being in a new place was a bit too much.  It took her about an hour or so to warm up a little and start talking....by the end of the night she was laughing, playing and completely soaking up all the attention.

Kenzi and Camdyn were fighting over who got to play with her, who got to help her walk down the stairs....
Everything went smoothly until bedtime....however this time I was prepared emotionally, I knew bedtime would be hard...she was in yet another strange place.  She started to cry and struggle and did NOT want to go to bed.  We rocked her for awhile and she calmed down but she did not want to be in bed.  It was nearing 11pm and we were exhausted...it had been nearly 30 hours since we had slept.  

We put her in bed between us and we all fell fast asleep within minutes......

I will post photos of our homecoming at the Airport in a few days.....