What A Day We Had

Again on someone's laptop which costs them money and so I can’t type as nearly as much as i would like So, very briefly—what a day we had!

One thing I neglected to mention in my last message was that we were NOT able to meet Michael's brother. That was a shame, because we came all that way, and if we had one more day, and a little more stamina, we might have been able to make it happen. But we just couldn’t swing it.

Today was so precious. Our first visit was to family who are cousins of Yabsera—but really the direct relatives of the Daubenmeir’s little girl: her father, her family. We were there a long time, so I have many photos and stories for them. I spent the day with Fitsum’s father (handsome guy—and with two daughters and a son, younger than Fitsum . . . all so beautiful).

Then we went to Yabsera's home. When we walked into the home of his grandmother, they all started chirping, "Lululululululu" . . . kind of a high—pitched song of excitement. I can report that his Ethiopian family is "so Yabsera.” His grandma kept kissing me and was so sweet and looked just like him. Not kidding. His grandfather has passed away (I just realized I never asked what his name was). But wait till you see her—so sweet, so amazed at seeing his pictures. I also met his uncles and some aunts.

Mulu (Yabsera’s first mother) recently moved to Khartoum, only about two weeks ago. I just missed her, which made me very sad, and when I heard the news my heart sank a bit. But then we were outside the round mud home taking some pictures and I was getting "Mulu's family" together and they pulled this little boy into the picture and I said, “who is he?” And they said, “he is Mulu's son.” So, yes, I met Yabsera's brother! Mulu’s first son. He is just a little older. They first said he was 6 and later said 10. He can’t be much taller than Yabsera . . . very handsome and very shy. I did get him to smile and showed him pictures of his younger brother, and I have photos of Michael with him. So, a little surprise that apparently Tshay didn’t even know about. I asked what he was like and they said, "he likes football, riding a bike (never saw a bike in Sodo, so not sure if the interpretation was right) and he likes to eat food and drink milk. Sound familiar? Before we headed back, they all sang for us and I can’t wait for Yabsera to hear and watch this—he would have joined right in singing and dancing.

When we got back to Sodo, we went to a home-visit and saw the baby, Tamrat (from the Miracle Baby series on Sophie’s blog that I link to in one of my early posts on my blog). The experience was just amazing, and I can’t wait to write more about what they do here at the hospital and in the clinic. It’s very exciting and quite amazing and frankly hard to even believe. This baby should not be alive but is thriving and I will show you pictures.

So Michael has had a few days of full exposure, up close and personal, to what his life might have been like. On the way home, we bought mangos and bananas. He was eating a mango (his 3rd) and he just said, "I am so lucky." I said, "because you have a mango?" And he said, “yes, I am lucky for three things: that I have this mango, then the 2nd reason is because I was adopted, and the 3rd reason is because I have you and daddy." I think all of what might have been sunk in. I was quick to tell him that in fact Mark and I were lucky, and he asked why and I said, “because we have you and Yabsera and that makes us so incredibly lucky.” (We also like Maddie, Cal and Phoebe, so blessed all around!) But I do feel so lucky for these boys that we brought home 5 years ago. Michael has been so good with so many hugs and kisses from strangers, and just having to be hot and be around a lot of flies and be really, really patient.

We leave for Addis in the morning. I will see a bit more of the hospital here and then in Addis I have some orphanages yet to visit and may visit again with Dr. Sophie if I can. It has been so interesting to learn about HIV care here in Sodo and I look forward to sharing all about that with my friends at CHIP and HIV To Home.

Michael and I miss you all.

Love,

Emily