04/05: Tian Yo is born-we don't know about him til 10/15/07 06/05: We go to our first agency 12/05: Tian Yo's 1st corrective surgery 07/06: Tian Yo's condition worsens 02/07: We change agencies 03/07: 1st trip to China; at Hope Healing Home we decide to adopt a Waiting Child 07/07: Tian Yo travels to MD for surgery @ Johns Hopkins 09/07: Our dossier is logged in-Tian Yo returns to Beijing 10/07: We secure agency approval to pursue adoption 03/08: We receive Referral and Travel Approval
04/08: The Consulate lacks our CIS papers, the Chinese Embassy requests our pledge not to proselytize while in China, and we need an I-290, stat!
(The I-290 is processed within 24 hours of arriving at CIS.)
04/30/08 We travel to China.
05/01/08: We meet Tian Yo & spend a week at BlueSky learning how to manage his ostomies, gathering his medical paperwork, and spending time with the people (from donors to nurses to airline reps to nuns!) who have poured themselves out for our son's life.
05/08/08: We leave BlueSky to join our travel group in Beijing.
05/11/08: We travel to Zhengzhou for the official stuff.
05/12/08: The Szechuan quake rocks China (and us) hours after we receive our adoption decree. We spend the rest of the day playing "Evacuation/Not Evacuation."
05/13/08: We travel to Jiaozuo City, YoYo's "hometown," for notary seals. Our guide is puzzled when we don't want to see the orphanage YoYo "came from," we have to stay the night because our agency rep said we insisted on spending extra time in the city, and we end up in the newspaper.
05/14/08: Return to Zhengzhou. Tired.
05/17/08: We travel from Zhengzhou to Guangzhou. Not sure (after 2 flights, car travel, earthquake, etc., that this catheter thing is all it's cracked up to be)
05/19/08: The Clinic.
05/20/08: Paperwork.
05/21/08: We pledge our allegiance to Tian Yo at the Consulate as the Chapmans lose their sweet daughter.
05/23/08: We attempt to take in all of Hong Kong in one evening. On a ferry. With an HK native named Dick who we keep calling Phil who runs a Chinese restaurant in Spain, and his mother, who calls Shane, "The Slow Cow," because of his mahjohngg skils. Like you do.
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