Well, wouldn't you know, my mentioning Beach Ball's scars yesterday flooded my inbox. It seems that this is more common that we think, but that nobody has really mentioned it before. I will tell you, it was hard for me to write about. Not because of "where" they are, because I am not afraid to write about labia and upper-thighs, but because it is so private to my daughter, and I'm sure she's just going to love being 13 and finding out her mom blabbed all over the world about her scars down there. If you are newly home from China and are sitting at home Googling scars in the genital area, email me, I'll tell you all about the Beijing doctor's explanation.
We are about 10 days away from our 3 month anniversary as a family of 4. We have come very far during that time. I put both kids to be by myself tonight, hubs was out, and it was no problem. She asked for him, but was quite content with having only me. She is into a major hugs and kisses phase right now. Out of nowhere, she'll just run up to you at full speed and hug you or kiss you. I should tell you that she kisses with her mouth opened and her teeth showing,so sometimes, it's a bit frightening because you are not sure if she's coming at you to bite you!
She could not be more different than Dumpling and their integration into our lives couldn't have been more polar opposites. Dumpling came home in the summer, so we were able to spend a lot of time outside. We have pretty much been house-bound since coming home and it's taking a toll on my sanity. I started staining the deck 2 days ago just to get out of the house. The benefit of staying home so much though has been BB's progress. Keeping a close cocoon around her and getting her used to us and our house before taking her out into the world has really helped her.
But she was about 4 months older than Dumpling at adoption, yet I feel she was and still is further behind in certain things: the knee/elbow thing keeps her from going up and down the stairs, she doesn't say any words at all, not even baby words (mama, papa, caca, that's it!), she can't sort shapes/colors, she can't put wooden puzzle pieces into their holes (something Dumpling excelled at much earlier). I'm not worried, I'm not comparing them to one another, I'm simply noticing that the extra time in the orphanage has a much bigger impact than I could have imagined.
What she does fantastically well is this: she laughs, all the time. She loves to play with FP Little People in every matter possible, she will find a way to climb onto any chair of couch and sit there like a pasha, surveying her kingdom, she loves to pet Lucy's bum (just her bum!). And she loves to eat. Can I tell you again what a pleasure it is to have a meal with a kid that rejoices in every single bite, no matter what you give them? Tonight, she had salmon steak, grilled fennel, broccoli and orange peppers! I just got my HUSBAND to eat fennel this year, and this kid lapped it up like it was candy on a stick! She has no sense of fullness though, so we have to establish how much she can eat before we serve her and then stick to our guns and not let her *talk* her way into seconds (she steals from our plates) but I'm sure the time will come when she'll realise there will always be more food, enough food, and she won't stuff herself.