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Friday, March 18, 2011
Coming Home
Our day started at 4:45am with alarm clocks and wake up calls. We were told that we needed to be down by 5:30am so the bus could leave at 5:45am sharp to make it to the Guangzhou airport in time for our flights. The bus did leave at 5:45-ish. Everyone was in great spirits, but the loopiness was just beginning. You wouldn’t believe the jokes we were making on the way, everyone was happy to be going home after all this time.
Guangzhou has an elevated, ringed freeway system that encircles the city, and goes through buildings with surface streets beneath. There are periodic exits down to the surface.
We’d been traveling for about 20-30 minutes when the driver drifted over to the narrow shoulder. Our guide had just been briefing us all on how we needed to hustle when we got to the airport, but that there should be plenty of time. So why was the driver pulling over? Then we heard the engine repeatedly turning over, and catching, and then dying. Over and over. He made a call on the phone, and then we started rolling backwards! What was going on? We soon realized that, yes, the bus was broken, and the driver was going backwards to get the big tour bus out of the traffic (remember the narrow shoulder?) About 100 meters back was a two-lane off ramp. We coasted back to the off ramp, but then the bus was blocking both lanes of the ramp. Luckily traffic wasn’t that heavy yet.
The driver made some more calls, and I think our guide made some calls too. Another bus was on it’s way and it would be there in 20 minutes or so, and the plan was to transfer the baggage, and get to the airport (in plenty of time, of course). One funny part is that after all our wise cracking, and the bus breaking down, the driver asked for two guys to help push the tour bus out of the road so the lanes weren’t blocked. (It was funny that he thought two guys could move it!) Four of us hopped up and gave it the ol’ Guangzhou try and did manage to get it to the side. The picture is a little blurry, but hopefully will corroborate this crazy story. I’m sure you can only imagine where this is headed.
So the relief bus screamed up, parked in front of us, and we did a transfer of the baggage. Then the driver sped us to the airport at what seemed like 50-75% more speed than the other cars. It was like the Beijing traffic dance in fast motion!
When we arrived, we said good bye to the one family that had a different routing—instead of flying Guangzhou to Shanghai, they were first headed to Beijing. They were bummed about the longer route, but they were glad to be going home, too.
Getting to the airport, we really hustled with our guide over to a check in counter while our guide then raced over to a supervisor’s desk where she worked some magic. The check in agent where our group had been parked was frustrated that we didn’t have our passports (the guide and the supervisor had them), and we had 3 families to check in, all in about 4 minutes (before the flight closed, at 45 minutes before departure). I ran over to where the guide was and she was checking us all in there. You know how long it takes to get checked in for a flight sometimes. Checking 6 adults and 4 kids onto a flight in 4 or 5 minutes is literally amazing.
After we checked in, the other agents checked our bags, and it was off to the races again, this time to get through security and then go all the way to our gate. At security we got to go through the “I’m late for my flight gate”, and they whizzed us through. David commented that in the U.S. they’d say “sorry Charlie” and tell you to take the next flight. A good thing they didn’t in this case.
We made it to the gate, and were able to get on the flight to Shanghai. Grace was able to get a nap in on the flight, and things were so far going peachy. I think there must have been a lot of prayer cover, as we’d already had some close calls and some incredible allowances made to keep us on the tight schedule we ended up on. Much of the day, in retrospect, seemed to be providentially guided.
In Shanghai, which by the way is a crazy-big airport, I was tempted to go for a ride on the mag-lev train (advertised to go 30km in 8 minutes, not bad for a passenger train), but we stuck to our schedule. We had a few hours, but needed to get set on our international flight.
One funny thing that happened when went to go check in. We went up to the United desk to start the process. I told the man that we had two adults and a baby with a ticket to check in. The man said he only had middle seats left in the airplane, and no two together! I said “she’s 11 months old, what can you do”. He said “there’s nothing I can do”, but you can check with the folks at the gate. Something didn’t feel quite right. We were still like 4-5 hours away from our flight. That’s when Kathy had the smarts to ask “is this the flight to Chicago?” He said “No this is to San Francisco!” We had a good laugh over that one. It turns out that you go to a specific gate at a specific time to check into a specific flight. We were told to come back in an hour or so.
So after checking in and saying good bye to another family traveling on another airline, we went through security. Rounding the corner we saw a big long line snaking through the retractable belt pole thingies. Then a man approached and asked to see our tickets and passports (always makes me a little nervous, I don’t know why), and then ushered us all through the “VIP” line for passport control, and the VIP line for security screening. It really had a red carpet, too! Then after a short* wait (*-An hour? Two hours? That’s short in this day), we got some more VIP treatment by being escorted to the new gate after a gate change, and we got to pre-board before everyone else!
You’d think there wouldn’t be much to report on a 12 hour flight over the Pacific. Actually, we didn’t ever cross the Pacific. From Shanghai to Chicago, the normal route takes you over Japan and the Pacific, but due to the captain’s concern over a warning of a radiation cloud over Japan at our altitude, he thought it wise to spend an hour getting a new clearance to fly around the cloud. We did get that clearance, finally, and then, against a 70 km/h headwind we flew to Beijing! (So Howard and Beth, you guys lucked out getting to skip Shanghai! J) Being so far east and north of where we started, our new route took us over Siberia, the pole, and down over Hudson Bay, approaching Chicago from the North. The rerouting approval and the longer flight time made the total flight about 14 hours. Even though they explained a few times over the PA system and apologized for the delay, we didn’t hear anyone complaining about not getting to fly through the radiation. After the first couple of hours, Grace settled down enough to sleep. Kathy and Grace got some Z’s in; I got a in movie and a book.
The most exciting part (for us) about the Chicago connection was: Grace became a citizen! Also, it was another tight connection.
Touching down in Denver at 9:45 pm MT, and exiting the plane about 10pm (no one to drive the jet-way over to the plane), Brooks, Sam and Gramma were waiting for us at the top of the escalators. It was so good for us all to see each other again, and for the boys and Gramma to finally meet Grace. I noticed the on-lookers also enjoying our reunion. That felt kind of good.
It is nice to be home. Finally. Our hearts have been in China with Grace for far too long. It’s good to have them all back under one roof again. I rocked with her in the glider chair in her room last night. With great relief, it was the first time that I cried about this. As the jet-lag wears off who knows what will happen. Thank you, Lord. You’re the one who led us and saw us through this big adventure. Or should I say the first part of this big adventure.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Status
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
One More Day in China
The day before we left, Wednesday in China-time, we mostly chilled out. We came to breakfast later than usual, and really had no commitments. Having received Grace’s immigration papers and Chinese passport, now with the US Immigrant Visa inserted, the night before, we had pretty much no commitments except to be sure to check out of the hotel the night before and to get our bags packed for the bell boy to pick up before 8pm. It was strange to check out the night before (yes, we still slept in our rooms), and also strange to think about a packing strategy that allows you to sleep and get ready for a long day of travel.
The day was filled with shopping. One should note that when I use phrases like “the day was filled with”, there is an implied tax of baby naps, changing, and meals levied on every day, so the amount left for “shopping” is whittled down to about 2 hours. Here’s one last picture of us all at Starbucks. Again, you’d think that all we did was crave things that were familiar or American. Well, even though we started out more adventurous, I have to admit that it’s true. Looking forward to being back home is what allowed us to power through this day and definitely the next.
Lastly, we had dinner with a few other families at a local restaurant, and said our good-byes to the ones we wouldn’t see the next day.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Comfort Zone
Heading over a pedestrian over pass in some
We did finally make it back to the island, and found some things here. We picked up Grace's visa to get her back to the US, and we spent a quiet evening in our hotel room with a Papa John's pizza.
That's about the day in a nutshell. Grace is still doing better and better with us. She still is a nap-champion, and is talking more and eating even more. Hopefully all that contentedness will get us through the long flights tomorrow.
If this video doesn't work now, try this link--things are kind of sketchy when posting from here:
http://vimeo.com/21098196
Monday, March 14, 2011
The Red Couch
Sunday, March 13, 2011
we now have an American girl
If you have followed anyone else's blog about adopting from China, you will know about the White Swan hotel. If not, let me tell you we have again landed in a pretty great spot. The room is nothing to write home about (and yet, I am) but the other amenities are great. There is a two-story waterfall in the main atrium, an inside pond filled with monster-size goldfish, a huge birdcage with little bright songbirds Grace likes to watch, lots of shops, and a terrific breakfast buffet. Still, we are both looking forward to getting home. What we miss the most are our boys. Also the washer/dryer, kitchen, our bed, having more than one room to share, cool dry Colorado air . . . Yesterday we were missing the fellowship of our church and worshipping with our Christian family.
Sunday here was pretty quiet. Jon went on a tour of a folk art museum, but Grace and I opted to stay "home" to watch the fish and birds then nap. Grace is a serious sleeper - two longish naps and ten or eleven hours at night. I hope we can maintain this when we turn her body clock around in a few days. Last night we joined several other families and our guide for traditional Chinese food at a nearby restaurant. "Not very fancy, but cheap," as our guide apologized. Just like home, I told her. It was great and I am inspired to do new things with potatoes I had never imagined.
This morning was our all-important consulate appointment, which our guide told us about a dozen times to NOT MISS and to NOT BE LATE. We were trundled off to the American consulate where we off-loaded another heap of money, stood in various rooms and waited with other families, raised our right hands and swore to various things on behalf of our daughter, and signed some more papers. Grace is not quite a US citizen, but almost, and will be when she reaches US soil. Or rather, the floor of O'Hare airport, our port of entry.
We have, so far, been impressed with how well this little girl travels. Buses, planes, stroller - all good. I am hoping this extends to the minivan. Generally, Jon and I are also good travelers. If we were here just to explore a new country, we would be loving these experiences. As it is, we are growing weary of trying to parent in hotels/restaurants/museums and are looking forward to being home. Just a few more days, and those consist mostly of free time. And there is a Starbucks here.
While I have been typing, Jon has been feeding Grace noodles. She has eaten everything we have offered, but noodles are the biggest hit. Jon drops them in like a mother bird dropping in worms, and she sucks them in like you wouldn't believe. She can't pick up Cheerios and get them to her mouth, but she can slurp up ramen noodles like a pro.
shampoo time
on again off again with the hat
slurpin' in noodles
Friday, March 11, 2011
More process, but Starbucks makes it worth it

Now in Guangzhou!
The original flight was cancelled a week ago, so we were taking an earlier flight. That flight then was delayed after we got to the airport. When we heard that there was an hour and a half until boarding, two families went up a floor to find lunch. Not ten minutes later, they announced something in Chinese, and all the waiting people literally scrambled over to the bus-boarding area! We got the hint that the flight had just been "un-delayed", and then the announcement came in English. The families upstairs had just ordered, but luckily got their money back as the order hadn't yet been put in. Thank goodness they made it onto the flight.
Grace slept through the entire flight with the help of a bottle and her mommy's tender arms. If she does that on the long flight I just might put this girl through college! :)
We've heard many things about the famous-in-China-adoption-circles "White Swan" hotel. It is indeed very nice. All three hotels we've stayed in are pretty swanky. I can only imagine what we Americans (not just westerners) are thought of by our hosts. We stay in 5-star hotels, apparently are pushy and demanding (a funny idea to me, based on what I've experienced here), make interesting observations about the way people drive (I should tjavascript:void(0)ell you sometime), and the first "american food" restaurants that come recommended are Mickey-D's and KFC. But I digress.
As K and G are both asleep, I'll just cut it short. Actually, that's about all there is to report today.
More appointments tomorrow, and several throughout the week.
More later! Hope you're all doing well.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
another day in the life...
The three of us visited the hotel coffee shop this afternoon - ordered a mocha and a caramel machiato and played cards. Grace is not good at cards, but very interested in holding them. The Chinese apparently have a vastly different concept of mochas and caramel machiatos than Starbucks has. Still, it was fun and nice to chalk up as one more experience here.
Also today, we visited another pavillion - the TengWang, I think. It had lovely paintings created by one of the emporers and featured a famous poem by one of the ancient poets. It made me think of the Longfellow park near my brother's home. From the balcony, we could also see a good view of an enormous digging project, which turns out to be the construction of a city subway system. Maybe the most interesting aspect of these Chinese citiesto me is the juxtaposition of modern and ancient. I had an interesting chat with our guide about ancient vs. modern religious beliefs, and apparently this juxtaposition extends beyond just the architecture. (Say that five times fast.)
| Four families in our group in Nanchang |
| Teng Wang Pavillion, 9 stories tall, built in 653 AD, rebuilt in 1980's. |
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Late Breaking Video
http://vimeo.com/upham/gku1
Monday, March 7, 2011
Settling In
There is a baby at the end of this post
| The Hutong tour via rickshaw |
First, a rather hurried checkout - turns out it was too hurried on our part, as we found out later in the security check at the airport. Then the Hutong Tour. It was hard to imagine what this was since we had never heard of a Hutong, but we were pleasantly surprised. Hutong used to mean "well" in ancient times (more about ancient times in a second) and the Hutong area of Beijing began as a number of public and private water wells in one ancient neighborhood. (Side note: we heard "in ancient times" from our tour guide many many times today, and it seemed to mean basically in the days of the emperors, which ended in the early 1900's.) Today the Hutong area is a grid of tightly woven streets of tiny apartments. In fact, "hutong" now means any street narrower than 9 meters (from 9 to 18 meters is a "street", wider than that is an Avenue.) Anyway, we were bussed to the Hutong neighborhood, driven around it in bicycle rickshaws, and allowed into one of the homes to visit with a family. This tour was my favorite so far - an up-close look at some Chinese people and how they live. While we were chatting with the family, the teen-aged son walked in with a new haircut, apparently, and the mom had a fit. Moms are moms the world over.
Our tour guide didn't go into much depth about T. Square as we walked across it. If you knew nothing else, you'd find it to be a large peaceful paved city square surrounded by government halls and other important buildings. I won't write too much here of Jon's and my opinions, but I will say I was sorry I did not know more of the square and the government's recent history.
Off to the airport (via Kentucky Fried Chicken, which was terrible) and off to Nanchang. I must have fit the security guards' profile because I was pulled out of line and busted for shaving cream, face wipe cloths, a water bottle, and a can of apple juice. Jon chugged the apple juice as I expounded on the insulin pump and received a pat-down - you know, just in case.
Very cramped two-hour flight to Nanchang; good food service, but we are too nervous about getting sick to eat Chinese airline food we don't recognize. New tour guide and driver, and more updates, schedules, and info. By now, us remaining three families traveling together were getting very anxious to meet our babies as well as rather travel weary from the marathon day. The guide said the three babies were at a different hotel from ours, so when we arrived at our hotel, we would settle into our rooms while she called the nannies to bring our babies. Something didn't work as expected, and the babies and nannies were actually sitting in the lobby waiting for us as we got off the bus and hustled our bags inside.
After waiting five years for the moment, we were all caught off-guard. None of us was prepared, no one cried, we hardly asked any questions, we just were shuffled off to our rooms, stunned, and holding stunned little kids.
There is too much to say about this sudden life-change and this incredible little person to adequately put it in a blog post, but here are a few details. Grace is absolutely darling and has lots of thick hair, cut and styled into a precious little look. She is definitely a Daddy's girl - he held her the most right at first, and she is really only happy when she is with him. The 12 month clothes I brought are going last maybe this week and next, then we'll switch up to 18 month clothes (she's built just like our boys at that age.) We are in love with this little girl. She slept very well after a bath and bottle.
I am writing this on Monday evening, so more has transpired, but I am too tired to write about today's events and too tired to post pictures (hope you like them now), so I will leave it here.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Don't know what day this is
Breakfast each morning is a bit of an adventure. If I were accustomed to eating Asian cuisine, breakfast at this hotel would be really lovely. However, with my deep aversion to sushi at breakfast (or any) time, it's tricky to eat.
After eating this morning, we met for a bus ride to a cloisonne factory. The "we" here is our group of 5 families total. One couple already received their son and decided (wisely) to stay in today. The rest of us headed for the factory. Cloisonne is a time-consuming art form used to make these lovely enamel/copper pots. You would recognize the style. I recognize the style, but have not yet figured out how to pronounce it. It was very interesting to see the artists at work and fun to browse through the truly lovely gift shop.
On to the Great Wall of China. I had been anxious about this bit because of the strenuous nature of the hike, and I found this to be a well-grounded fear. We had a lovely cable car ride to the wall, then about an hour of steep ups and downs along the wall, along with a significant portion of China's population. If seeing the Great Wall of China had been a life-long dream, today would have been a disappointment. Since I was not anticipating too much, the only disappointment for me was my own wimpiness in not being able to keep up with our group.
On to lunch - a lovely restaurant with a traditional Chinese feast - lots of tasty dishes I didn't recognize but am glad I tried. Then a two-hour bus ride to the hotel - about twice as long as expected because of traffic. Beijing is a fascinating city, even from a bus window, and our travel group is easy and fun to be with. The architecture is surreal, from the Olympic Bird's Nest to this TV network building, locally called "The Pants."
The rest of this day will be used for Jon and me to regroup, repack, and rest for tomorrow. We are one day away from the real purpose of our trip - getting Grace. I feel increasingly aware of God's hand in this process and his quiet reassurances that we are following His voice. Many people are praying for us, and if you are one of them, I would ask for specific prayer for Jon to sleep more and for my blood sugar to be a bit more manageable.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Tired Touring
We debated signing up for the "package" through our adoption agency which offers a couple of extra days up front of touring. We finally settled on doing the tour package as we've come this far, paid this much money, we should try to learn as much as we can about the country Grace was born in. Today I've come to realize that it's a good thing in another way: walking around and visiting places is a good way to help get your body clock turned around. Today another couple and we opted to go out on our own and see the "Temple of Heaven". It was quite fascinating, and I won't repeat the history here (since you're already on the internet you can find it yourself, and besides I'd get it wrong). One of the most interesting things about the trip was the taxi ride getting there. It was like a high-speed vehicle chase-slash-ballet through a crowded pedestrian mall with trucks, cars, motorcycles, tri-cycles, people, dogs. Many times we were mere inches away from high-speed catastrophe (or so it seemed), but we made it back alive. I had the video camera with me, and was sitting in the front seat, but was concerned that it would be rude to film the driver's skill. I kinda wish I had.
We got to the temple and rented a translator device and began touring. It was very good to see relatively-modern history of a country that is literally millenia old. All four of us were impressed.
On the way home we got a taxi, and as we were famished, tried to find somewhere to eat. We ended up opting for the hotel restaurant this time.
In the evening we went to a planned tour: an acrobat show. It was amazing. Unfortunately, they expressly requested that we don't film or photograph their amazing acts. Our boys would have loved to see their skills. Lots of flying through the air, lots of coordination (like stacking 6 women on a single moving bike, spring-boarding a guy 25 feet into a chair, etc.) and lots of flexibility and muscles.
Tonight Kathy decided to stay in while I went out with some new friends. Yes, we went to a Chinese restaurant. I stayed away from the ox-tripe, and we had a good meal and a great discussion.
I've saved the best part of our day for last: this morning our in-country agency worker told us that due to scheduling nuances, we will meet our daughter on Sunday night, not Monday morning as originally planned. This was to save fees and make it more convenient for the folks in her province as they have a long way to drive from where she is. We can hardly wait to meet you, lovely Grace.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Friday March 4th, morning
Not sure if it's proper blog ettiquette, or "blog-iquette", but I thought I'd give you an update. I'm not nearly as good a writer as Kathy, but with as much sleep as I've had over the past 3 days, I like to think that I am.
Needless to say, we were able to get 3-4 hours of shut-eye on the flight. The only reason I was able to was due to my lovely bride switching with me. (Before you go off and label me as someone who'd put my wife in HACK's way, you should know that her seat controls were busted, so she couldn't watch TV, listen to music, or even use the reading lamp. If you know Kathy, you know that would be torture for 12+ hours.
Once we arrived, we made it through customs and got our bags. Then we met Joy, the Bethany worker in Beijing. It was good to have a friend. Then we took a short ride with a man who spoke no english to our hotel. It seemed like the ride really took 45-60 minutes. What was impressed upon us most were two things: what a huge-beyond-our-expectations city Beijing is, and what a great driver that man was!
Arriving at the hotel, we crashed for about 20 minutes, and then we met three other families with Joy in the lobby for a trip to the local grocery store, where Kathy and I bought a package of cookies, two oranges, and a dozen bottles of water. Then back to the hotel. Our body clocks were so messed up, I can't tell you how nice the bed was to crash onto!
It's Friday morning, and Kathy says she slept great. I think I got 4 hours of good sleep. Time for breakfast!
Travel Day One
Meanwhile, we are sitting having frappes and croissants in the (foggy) city by the bay, watching several families pushing strollers, and getting very excited. Finally on our way!