16 August, 2012
We arrived in Kiev this morning around
06:00. Our friend Niko met us at the
train station and whisked us off to our new apartment for the day. This one was located near the center of the
city, which put us within walking distance of nearly everything of
interest. After confirming the pick-up
time for our embassy appointment it was nap time. I didn’t get much sleep on the train because
I couldn’t shut off my brain. It was
like a pinball game going on in my head …
“Caleb is so much farther behind than we thought” … “Clare and Malachi were
really behind and look where they are now” … “is the rest of the family going
to accept him as their brother or as that ‘special-needs’ boy that lives with
us’” … “I’m so glad that our kids don’t see anything as a disability and just
assume that people are exactly as God intended them to be’ … “are we going to
have the ability to work with him ourselves or will we need to get full-time
professional help” … “why didn’t I think of these things before we committed” …
“Jessa is so far along, if someone would have cared enough to adopt her 15
years ago she would be nearly ‘typical’” … “why didn’t anyone adopt her? Where were all those self-professed
compassionate Christians 15 years ago?” …
The worst of all is the
inescapable fact that they were not born like this. They were born with Down Syndrome; someone
decided, either through commission or inaction, to make them the way they are
today. In the words of Forest Gump “And that’s all I have to say about that”. We had a quick lunch and then off to the U.S.
Embassy to get the immigration paperwork started. Another family was going to their final visa
appointment to bring their new son home so we shared a ride with them. Roland is a seriously cute little dude and
will fit in with the California image just fine. Dads (or Moms) if you are not going to be
coming back on the pick-up trip be sure that you make an appointment with the
embassy to do your part of the visa paperwork before you leave to go home. On our last adoption we didn’t do this
because we were told that I could do it from home. The cost, volume of paperwork, and stress of
worrying if I did it correctly far outweighed any benefit derived from leaving
one day earlier. I have to mention the
restrooms at the embassy … it was like returning to America! After the embassy visit we had about 12 hours
to kill before our pick-up for the airport so we decided to go walking. We ended up at TGI Fridays for dinner, mostly
because you can get fairley descent sweet iced tea there. Erika had a chicken quesadilla with bacon
(not exactly TexMex, more like UkraMex) and I had a steak. After dinner we went in search of one last
person’s thank you gift. As we walked
down the street we heard some hip-hop music and saw a small crowd. Of course, being the cautious Americans that
we are, we immediately went to investigate.
It was a group of young boys dancing “break”, as they say here. One of them was pretty good and it was
apparent he spent a lot of time studying Michael Jackson. It was really funny when they started doing
“Thriller”. After watching them for a
while and giving them 5 uah (I told you Erika was a sucker!) we went back to
the apartment, got things packed up for our 03:00 departure to the airport and
tried to get some sleep. I forgot how
early 03:00 arrives! On the way to the
airport we were stopped by the Ukrainian highway patrol. Apparently I am the only one old enough to
have “cold-war flashbacks”. I suddenly
found the plot from every bad spy novel running through my head. 60 seconds after being stopped we were on our
way again with an advisory to get our headlight fixed. When we arrived at the airport we discovered
that everyone else who lived in Kiev had decided to fly that morning. We made it through security, customs, and
boarding with about 5 minutes to spare!
Note to self: next time allow
three hours prior not two. After an
uneventful flight, including an in-flight breakfast of potato slices, hotdogs,
broccoli, and something that resembled scrambled eggs, we arrived at Frankfurt
airport. My advice to anyone who has a
layover here is to bring movies to watch on your laptop if you can. This place is only slightly more interesting
than watching paint dry!!