Adopt from Korea


The Sound of Children
By Laurie Hopkins

Christmas 1983: Johnica and Matthew

 

The silence in our house was, at times, overwhelming. The sound of children was missing.

Gary and I both come from large families, and had always assumed that children would be a part of our family. But, after several years of trying, we found out that having a family the "regular" way wasn’t going to be possible.

One afternoon in 1978, I sat down with the yellow pages and started dialing numbers. Frustration mounted with every agency I called: Either we were the wrong religion, or there weren’t enough babies, and the wait could be years.

Devastated, I dialed one more number anyway. "Have you considered an international adoption? Are you open to children with special needs?" The woman at the other end was so enthusiastic and encouraging, I thought I was dreaming! There just happened to be a meeting of adoptive parents that week where we could meet other families like ourselves.

By Thanksgiving 1979, our years of prayers and dreams were answered. We had been selected to be the parents of a beautiful girl in Korea. We spent the holidays fixing up a nursery, buying toys and trying out names, but the only thing we had to hold was a little black and white photo of a tiny girl with a full head of wild hair and a very worried look.

In February, we got the call to meet our daughter! Finally, she was here. The same wild hair and worried look, but she was actually in our arms. Johnica was home.

Two years later, we adopted again. We received a photo of a tiny five-pound baby boy from Korea, this time bald and smiling. A few months later, we found ourselves watching through the glass window as our handsome Matthew, our "gift from God," came off the plane.

Our house was no longer silent!

Little did we know how quickly the years would fly by! Johnica, 21, is now a senior in college with plans to attend graduate school to get her MSW and concentrate on multicultural issues. She was selected to represent WACAP at the Holt Summer School for adult adoptees this year. What a wonderful experience—immersion in the culture of her birth and meeting people from all over the world whose lives started just like hers. She even had the honor of escorting a baby back to the United States for WACAP. She felt she had come full circle as she handed that beautiful baby girl to her eager new parents.


Johnica and Matthew today

 

At three, Matt proclaimed he would be a doctor. This year, he graduated from high school and began his freshman year as a biology major. He is a passionate snowboarder in the winter, and an enthusiastic wakeboarder in the summer. And, as always, his steadfast smile can light up a dark room!

Our house is once again silent. But the silence is not the same as it was 21 years ago. This time, the silence echoes with the tiny voices that once filled it with songs and stories and crying and laughter. It echoes the busy schedules that seemed to occupy every moment. It echoes loud music and the sound of teenagers dropping in, and cars coming and going in the driveway. It echoes the now grown-up voices of a beautiful young woman and a spirited young man who can so easily say, "I love you, Mom and Dad." It echoes the wonder, and most of all the privilege of parenthood that was made possible for us through two wonderful organizations, WACAP and Holt Children’s Services. We thank them from the bottom of our grateful hearts.

 

The Girl Who Steals Your Heart with One Smile
By Taunya Thoeny

There’s something in the eyes of the children on the waiting list that touches your heart.

Our family planned to start our adoption journey in January 2001. But due to the faces of those precious children, we jumpstarted our process and applied to WACAP in November 2000. Like many, I started by searching the various agencies. When I saw WACAP’s waiting child list, my heart broke. There were just too many children! From the beginning, we were interested in waiting children. Every couple of weeks, I’d look through the book. To some, this would be torture. For me, it was helpful to see that children were finding homes. Each time, there was a new “family found” stamp in the book—and, of course, there were also new faces.

Our homestudy was approved in February. That phone call is so exciting. It’s like the plus sign on a pregnancy test! The hardest part was picking a country. We had our choices down to two, India or Korea, because they had the escort service available and we wouldn’t have to travel to pick up our child. Since my husband ISN’T a world traveler, this helped our family. In the end, we chose Korea for three reasons: first, the Asian population and culture available in our area; second, Korea has more background and medical information on each child than do some other countries; and third—and most important—in Korea, the children waiting for adoptive families live in foster homes.

In the end of May were told of two new children on the Korean waiting list. We were considering a little 9-month-old girl diagnosed as floppy, “too flexible,” and who needed physical therapy. Then we were told of two new children placed on the Korean waiting/special needs lists. One was a 6-day-old boy who needed minor surgery. The other was a 3-month-old little girl born 10 weeks premature and weighing only three and a half pounds at birth. This was difficult. In February, we were told we’d be matched in August at the EARLIEST. Now there were THREE files sitting in our lap. I felt I’d be like an “evil” stepmother if I picked just one. So, I took all three files to our pediatrician and discussed the future care of these babies.

What really drew me to KaHee, the preemie, was the information about her birthmother. I wanted enough information and the sort of information that I could warmly tell my child about later. With all this information, our minds were racing and we discussed the children nonstop for two days. Then on Monday morning I called WACAP to let them know we desired to move ahead with KaHee, the premature baby.

WACAP called us on June 7 to say that she was our baby and because she had special needs, Korea speeded up the paperwork. And there was a slight fee reduction!!!!! Both were unexpected but wonderful news. They estimated that she’d arrive between August 13 and 21! The first few days after that phone conversation we were both a little stunned. In February we were told not to expect to be matched until August and now we were expecting a baby in August.

For many people, this is the hard part—waiting for your child’s arrival. For us it was a pleasant time. This is when we finally knew WHAT and WHEN we were expecting. The hardest part for me was the waiting time for a match. Because we were open to the age of the child and either gender, we had no idea what size of clothes we’d need, or whether a crib or a toddler bed, so this was the hard part for me. Once we were matched, we got busy on her room, toys, clothes and all the fun stuff expectant parents do. This was also when we started to tell people we were “due” in August. It was a great and FAST two-months’ wait.

I did some research and asked what to expect with a low birth weight child. Our pediatrician gave us a good prognosis. From the medical information, we knew that she was about a month delayed in her motor skills and about two months behind in size. But, because she was progressing and growing and eating all on her own, we had many positive signs.

 Then on August 1, we were told that she was due in Seattle on August 9, at 10:50 a.m. Our hearts melted at first contact. She fell asleep in my arms as we were taking our last photos with the escort. She woke up smiling in the car! Yes, smiling! She didn’t ever seem to notice that we were complete strangers. There was about a week of “mourning” we believe. It was a rough week where she would be sleeping and CRYING—screaming, tears and all—BUT SLEEPING! We would try everything to wake her—bouncing, rocking, music, clapping, but nothing. Then, finally she opened her eyes and saw us. We’d smile and hug and sing to her and she’d smile back at us and fall asleep.

At her first doctor’s visit she weighed 13 pounds 8 ounces and was 25 inches long. That was right on target for her adjusted age (the age she’d be if she’d been born on time). Her strength was on target for her actual age, and ahead a little for her size. Our friends were all surprised at her strength. Her coordination is still a little delayed. She’s now 8 months and still not sitting by herself for more than few minutes before falling, but she’s got the rolling down pat. Her coordination has noticeably improved in just the two and a half months she’s been home. At our second doctor’s visit, he said she’s growing wonderfully!

She hasn’t been home for long, so our story isn’t much longer, but she’s already responding to her new name Kelsey. KaHee is her middle name. It means beautiful brilliance. Looking at her smile, it was a wise choice. Just as this path that has created our family has been a wise choice. Even looking back at some of the difficult times, we remember that when we went with prayer and our “gut,” we were led to a WONDERFUL little girl who steals your heart with one smile. And she has LOTS of smiles!
 

A Grandmother’s Story
By Carol Ryan

My daughter Leslie and her husband Todd received a 4-month old Korean baby girl on December 17, 2000. They have officially adopted her. Their story is dramatic, full of sorrow and disappointment, and then one of excitement and happiness.

But this story is about how my granddaughter, Olivia, has affected my life.

Even though 2,000 miles separate us, I have been fortunate that the distance doesn’t stand in my way. I’ve been up for three two-week visits. Does she seem different or out of place having been adopted? Of course not, she is our baby and we love her. She is beautiful and we are so proud of her.

Todd has Southern roots and there are four sets of grandparents due to remarriage, so I have been deemed Maw Maw. I love the name because it’s different and endearing. Let the others have Grandma and Granny and Grandmother, I’ll take Maw Maw.

So what’s so special about Olivia and Maw Maw? I am recovering from acute myeloid leukemia. Two years ago, I thought my time was up. I spent 82 days in the hospital and had three courses of chemotherapy. I lost my hair and most of my hope. I tried to remain positive but so many things were against me. At last I was let alone to recover. It’s been a difficult journey. I get infections; my counts remain down as well as my energy. I had a thriving career and lots of work friends. Now I remain at home. I have a wonderful, supportive husband and for that I’m truly thankful.

And now I have Olivia! I sometimes get tired but I never get tired of her. I think of her a lot when we’re separated. I love shopping for her. I look forward to and enjoy planning our visits. I have been given a gift after two years of waiting and wondering what was in store for me. It is a gift like no other. I have the full acceptance of my daughter and her husband and I always feel welcome in their family.

Here is what my illness has taught me: I do not envision the future but just love the now. Every moment is special; how she looks when she wakes up—how she loves her bath——how we sing and enjoy each other’s company in the back seat of the car—how she eats and makes a mess in her highchair. EVERYTHING—EVERYTHING is an event to cherish and remember.

It has also proved remedial to be around a small person with immediate needs. It helps to mend and take your mind off yourself when you have to think about naps and diapers and food. I always feel strong around her.

I have an important purpose now. I am a grandmother with a job to do. There is joy, hope and happiness in the world. Olivia will always be loved and protected. You can count on Maw Maw to do her part.