Let’s Talk Post Adoption Reports

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The other night I watched the documentary Mercy, Mercy. It is something that though I feel is important to be watched and talked about, part of me wishes I had never watched it or that I could now erase what I saw and heard out of my mind. It is heartbreaking and there are scenes from the movie that will stay with me for a long time to come. Some of the faces haunt me. I am changed after having watched it.

As it is a documentary about an Ethiopian adoption of a girl/boy sibling group and we also adopted a brother and sister from Ethiopia, it may have been that it became very personal for me. Others may be impacted differently by watching it. There are many issues that the movie brought forth for me…ethics in adoption, hair care, the importance of being prepared BEFORE adopting (especially before adopting older children), lack of good resources and support networks, and a host of other issues, but the one I would like to talk about today is the importance of following through when it comes to post-placement reports.

For those who are not familiar with this particular adoption-lingo, post-placement reports (also called post-adoption reports) refer to the reports that are required to be submitted after an international or domestic adoption. The requirements vary from country to country and agency to agency.

Here are my thoughts on why post adoption reports are so important:

For the Country – When a country is entrusting you with their most important natural resource, their children, their citizens, it seems only respectful and fair to repay them by keeping them informed on the welfare of those children. Often, what makes the news when it comes to international adoption are the horror stories, such as the woman who sent her son back to Russia on a plane or adoptive children killed at the hands on their new parents. Foreign governments read these reports and if those are the only snapshots they have when it comes to what becomes of “their” children, they will be leery of continuing to allow foreign adoptions.

For the Continuation of the Country’s Adoption Program – The reason that countries make rules surrounding post placement reports is that they genuinely care about what happens to the children once they are in their new country, in their new families. There has been more than one incidence of a country deciding to shut down their foreign adoption program because they were not receiving the promised post placement reports. This impacted not only hopeful adoptive families, but also waiting children in those countries. So if reassuring the country is not enough incentive to submit your reports, consider those families and children who come after you.

For the Birth Family – As was seen in the documentary, first families often depend on post adoption reports as the only way to know what has become of their children. In many countries, there are terrible rumours that abound about what happens to children after they are adopted and if there are no pictures and follow-up reports to go on, families will be left to wonder and worry. I cannot imagine the pain of not having my child with me. I imagine the only thing worse would be not knowing what had happened to that child, not having any reassurance that they are alive and well. For the sake of your child’s first family, out of respect for the sacrifices they have made for their child or simply just out of human decency, please submit your reports. I think the pain of the family in the film speaks for itself in this regard.

For Your Child - Obviously, your child will not be receiving their post placement reports but they are still impacted by them. When they get old enough to ask, “Does my mom in Haiti know that I am ok?”, you can answer them more easily or if they ask if you ever tried to let their first family know how they are doing, you can even show them copies of the reports and pictures you sent if it’s age appropriate to do so. Knowing that you reached out and tried to extend this kindness to their biological family will help your child feel even more accepted by you as they feel that you acknowledged the importance of that piece of their family too.

In Cases of Abandonment or Inability to Locate First Family 

There are some countries such as China where the laws prevent people from admitting that a particular child belongs to them so you may feel that there is no point in filing post placement reports with your adoption agency, the orphanage or country. However, laws can change. Circumstances can change. There may be a day where thousands of people are looking for information on the welfare of their children and if those reports are available for them to access, it will make a difference. Even in domestic adoptions, there are situations where you may not have the ability to locate your child’s birth family. I would encourage you to create reports anyway. Write a note or letter at least once a year, include a few pictures and tuck it into an envelope in a filing cabinet. At the very least, your child will be able to see your effort when they are an adult. If they are ever able to locate their birth family, they will have an incredible treasure to give to them and a way to show that you thought of them all these years and that will go a long way in bridging a relationship.

Be Sure the Family Receives Them 

There are certain things about our children’s stories that we have chosen to keep private and specifics about their first families is one of those things so I will try to keep this in generalities. As demonstrated in the documentary, sometimes first families do not readily receive the reports. Sometimes they do (I can attest that this is the case as in late 2010, my husband returned to Ethiopia and he witnessed first-hand as an orphanage worker delivered news and pictures to a mother there and he witnessed her incredible reaction to seeing her child thriving. It was a powerful thing!).

If it is at all possible, I would encourage you to strongly consider finding a way to ensure that news and pictures reach your child’s first family. It is becoming more and more common in international adoption for adoptive families to meet birth families while in country. At that time, there may be an opportunity to exchange mailing or email addresses to aid in future contact. In addition to sending your required reports through the agency or facilitator, by copying the report and pictures and sharing them with the family, you are ensuring that the information reaches the most important hands.

We have made every effort for our adopted children in this regard and though this looks different in each of their circumstances and in some cases, keeping letters and pictures in case is the best we can do, I can at least know that I have done everything that I can. Because someday, I will have my children to answer to and I want to be able to tell them that I did what I could.

International Adoption vs. Domestic Adoption

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There are many opinions out there about whether it is better to adopt internationally or within your own country. There are people who feel very strongly that one is superior to the other and I am choosing not to debate that today. I would simply like to share our experience. We have both adopted internationally (siblings from Ethiopia) and domestically (three children through the foster to adopt program). I get asked often which one was better or easier or faster.

Our foster-to-adopt experience was one of the most complicated ones I have ever heard of. Our first attempt at adoption through foster care resulted in us losing the baby girl we had been parenting since she was just three days old twenty months later. It was beyond painful. I miss her every day. Our subsequent three attempts all resulted in us eventually being able to finalize the adoptions but two of them were the epitome of the emotional rollercoaster.

All three of our domestic adoptions are children with special needs which some assume would make the adoptions happen faster but that was not the case for us. Our daughter’s adoption took over four years to be finalized from the day she began living with us. Our son’s adoption was finalized over 5 and a half years after he first came to us and up until the very end, we feared that we would lose him. There were many twists and turns, appeals and possible complications. Even our least complicated foster-to-adopt situation took 17 months to finalize, though that one was much less stressful than the others.

And so it was that after a legal battle and many sleepless nights during the road to our son’s adoption, we decided that international adoption was the way that we would go for our next adoption. I had always wanted to adopt from Africa and I reasoned that it would be easier and faster. I know that some of you reading are chuckling right now!

When we first began to seriously consider an Ethiopian adoption, the program had a long and stable history, referrals were happening within a few months of a completed dossier reaching the country and we felt confident that our adoption would follow that path. It looked like from the start of our paperwork until the time we were able to bring our child home would take one year!

We began our paperwork much sooner than we actually got our completed dossier to Ethiopia because we decided three quarters of the way through to change our request to siblings, so that part of our journey was much longer than for most but even from the time our dossier reached Ethiopia, it took more than a year before we received our referral. At this point, it had been about three years since we had initially applied…not faster than foster-to-adopt would have been after all!

Just one month after receiving our referral, we passed court making us legally parents to our Ethiopian children. We were elated by the speed that this happened and prepared for the five to eight month wait to be issued visas to go and pick the kids up (visas are currently being issued much faster but that was the wait at the time). Just two weeks later, we received word that our adoption agency had gone bankrupt and our kids were running out of food at the orphanage. It was mayhem trying to bring them home, but we were eventually able to get visas issued quickly and did bring the kids home much sooner than we anticipated.

In the end, “easier” is not a word I would ever use to describe our international adoption experience, nor is “faster”. As we adopted older children (ages 7 and 4 at the time of adoption), there were attachment issues, malnutrition, parasites, fungus, and language considerations after bringing them home.

I should also mention another difference between the two. Our foster-to-adoptions cost about $50 each while our international adoptions cost well over $20,000. We also receive post adoption support in the form of respite, money, and access to help for our foster-to-adoptions and there is no post adoption services such as this available for our international adoption.

If I were to base a future decision on just our experience, I don’t know which I would choose to do again. Going back to the very beginning again, I would of course choose to again do both so that we would end up with exactly the same kids in the end. There were pros and cons with each type of adoption. Neither type was easy. Neither was fast. Neither was without heartbreak. Both were exactly what brought us to our children and I wouldn’t change a thing.

 

Surprise Adoption

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My eBook is Now Available!!!

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The reason I first started writing this eBook was similar to the reasons that I started Adoption Magazine.  I had myself experienced hard times during different stages of our fostering and adoption journeys and had heard from countless families who were themselves struggling, whether it be in the wait before bringing a new child into their family or in the weeks, months, or years after.  A common sentiment expressed was frustration at the lack of education and resources available for families.  I often heard words such as overwhelmed, distraught, shocked, anxious, nervous, isolated, guilty, depressed, exhausted, and hopeless.  There is no doubt in my mind that adoption and foster care can be very rewarding, but they do not come without cost.

Self-care is one of those things that I am still better at preaching than practising, but that does not diminish its importance.  In fact, at the recent FASD Conference I attended, one of the main speakers as well as several of the other speakers stressed the importance of caregiver self-care and that an upcoming concern is the fallout from lack of caregiver self-care, including such things as a shorter life span and treatment for depression and stress-related illnesses.  Its priority is often overlooked or minimized.

My hope is that my new eBook, “Shield: A Framework of Self-Care for Foster and Adoptive Families” will offer support, practical suggestions, and encouragement to those in all stages of the foster or adoption journey.  My desire is for others to learn from some of my mistakes, as well as from my successes.  I hope that others will find it helpful.

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-tell your adoption professional, adoption agency, or foster agency.  I believe that getting this into the hands of foster and adoptive families will increase their chances of success.

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Thank you so much for your support!  It means the world to me!

-Sharla

Pink Dreams & Princess Kisses

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author:  Marcia

Today my girl turns six! It’s a milestone I didn’t imagine coming so quickly. Wasn’t she just the little peanut we picked up from the hospital? I thought I’d write out her story. Just looking at these pictures brings it all back. What a beautiful baby she was!
Six years ago today we had J-man, who was just two, and a baby boy, Z, who was four months old. We had just celebrated my inlaw’s fortieth anniversary at our home with the whole family and had family portraits taken. We had included Z in them b/c we thought and hoped that he would be ours through adoption. We knew it was not a sure thing, but we loved him as much as we could love any of our children. We had been through colic, a week-long hospitalization, and the ups and downs of fostering with him.  We had been waiting with the private agency as well during this time as we wanted to make sure that we did have a sibling for J-man, not to far in the future. We kept our names active eventhough Z was placed with us so that we wouldn’t lose our spot if he did go to relatives. We thought that we wouldn’t be chosen for quite a while b/c our experience with J-man had been such a long wait.  What I hadn’t told anyone was that I thought that our next baby would be a girl, who would be premature and would possibly have some (potentially scary)  prenatal history. At that point in life, I didn’t want to assume it was God placing these feelings/thoughts in my mind b/c I just could not prove it. We had said yes to Z b/c we thought maybe this what God was calling us to. I thought that if it was a boy that was to be ours then I would know the “feelings” about the girl weren’t from God. Well, Z’s case was rocky and we just were waiting to see what would happen. On April 19th we got a call that we had been chosen by a birthmother who had chosen us to parent her baby girl. The baby girl was already born and waiting for parents in Edmonton. There were tests being conducted to see if there were any problems that the Dr’s suspected. We were really suprised. We didn’t know what to do initially and asked if we could call back. I felt this was our baby b/c God had placed her in my heart, with all the details. I even had a name for her (Kaiyah) and had been praying for her for a year. I instantly knew the name was not right, but the baby was. We prayed and talked and decided that indeed we wanted to be her parents.  We also wondered how the dickens we would pull it off with three kids two yrs. and under. We were already a little tired, and adding a newborn was scary and super crazy. On top of that J-man got croup that night and Z was sick. Superman and I went to the hospital the next day hoping to see our baby girl, “Belle”. We chose her name that day as I went through the online baby names.  I went from A names,   to “B” names, where we found “Belle”, and it fit…even though we hadn’t met her yet. It turns out the paperwork was not filled out and at the hospital, so we had to go home without seeing her. That was hard. The next day we took the boys in but left them outside the NICU as, one at a time, Superman and I went in to meet her. As I walked in to see her, she was staring out through the plexiglass of her bassinet, and I wondered if she would ever sleep…seeing as how preemies are supposed to be tired and sleepy and she wasn’t…She needed to stay in the NICU for the rest of the week and b/c our babies were sick we couldn’t visit her except at night for a few hours. We took our good friends in to see her on the second visit. It was so neat to experience her arrival with them. A special moment, as we had all been through many, many things together, including child loss. It was so hard knowing my baby was in the city close to us, but I couldn’t go and hold her for long.  Finally, the day arrived, a week after her birth, that she got to come home.  We left Z with a babysitter, and took J-man to pick up our new baby girl. It was surreal to go and pick her up. Changing her tiny little bum, putting her into teeny tiny little pink clothes, and putting her miniscule little body into a big ol’ car seat. Being as many of our friends and family had had boys, with few girls to speak of (or any that I got to be around as babies), having a girl was so exciting and DIFFERENT! We got halfway home and all of the sudden she let out a loud screech. She wailed at a pitch neither Superman nor I had ever encountered before. Superman asked me if it was normal and I said “Maybe it’s b/c she’s a girl!”  LOL!  Truly, I think it gave her an edge.  That little gal had lungs!  And my ears almost bled a few times that first year as she used them. There were a few times that first year, when I would drive, she would scream and I would want to rip off my ears and throw them out the window!  :) No really.
An interesting thing happened that day. As we were getting into the car the wind in the city picked up. By the time we got in the car and started driving and full blown dust storm encased our car. We were so glad we weren’t caught outside, with a newborn, in that!
So, as you may have picked up, the first year was a challenge.  I think the combination of having had little sleep with our foster son, then adding another preemie newborn (that never slept), then having our beloved foster baby leave 6 weeks later, caused us to just cope through much of it. I grieved the loss of our Z and was just so tired. Belle was a very sensitive baby who startled easily. She shivered and shook for the first while and had ear infections for the first 2 yrs of life. She didn’t like to be held, but didn’t like not to be held.  I had a friend that told me to just keep holding her, b/c she needed it. I knew I needed to, but sometimes I just needed to let her cry b/c she was inconsolable. I have never experienced not being able to somehow comfort a baby. Even with colic, there was a certain way I would bounce Z for hours that would calm him. Belle did not take to any comforting method. I swaddled, I sang, I swayed, I did it all. I didn’t know if she would ever like me. I know you probably wonder how a newborn could dislike you, but I felt she did. She just was having such trouble bonding. Holding her despite her fighting me was hard, but it worked.  After all of that, she has been my cuddliest child. She loves her snuggles and I am so HAPPY about it!  She is a blessing beyond measure. A smart, cute, funny, perceptive little girl…who is growing up too fast for her mommy. I know deep down she was meant for us and I love her so terribly much. I look forward to her teen years (yes, I am!!) and to seeing her grow into a beautiful young woman who loves God. She is a strongwilled, petite firecracker who will do great things. Happy Birthday, my little Princess.  You are beautiful, inside and out!!
Marcia and her husband have four children. All four were adopted through either private domestic adoption or foster-to-adopt. They live in rural Alberta where her husband pastors a small church. A newfound hobby is writing on her blog, where she writes about the crazy life with kids who have a constant need for adventure and have put an end to her previously boring life. Secretly, she enjoys the insanity. Her blog can be found at Love My Life