"24" a la Curry
(E)
While I am told the above referenced show is exciting, the Curry version of the last 24 hours is about as exciting as I care to get. Last night, as we were finishing getting dinner on the table we hear a cry from the other room. Since someone always seems to be falling/tripping/stubbing toes/or otherwise becoming injured in minor ways, we thought nothing of it. But this time it involved blood...and quite a bit of it. TM had somehow fallen and hit his ear against the corner of a wall. J saw the injury first and promptly announced that he was taking TM to the ER. I was at least slightly prepared then for what I saw when I looked at TM's ear. His ear looked as if someone had taken scissors and cut from the outside edge, straight in. Basically, his ear was ripped in two, and we got a unique interior view of the ear's cartilage. It was bad. Eldest daughter M. gamely took over feeding everyone else dinner and we went to the hospital. Body parts cut in half evidently give one a free pass to a room and we were able to skip the waiting area. TM was a trooper through the whole thing, even during the 25+ stitches it took to attach the two halves back together. The highlights of the evening for him were the coloring book and crayons he was given by the ER staff and the blanket that was wrapped around him when we took him home. (The blanket was necessary as his shirt had to be cut off of him...a rather nice blue mock turtlneck, I might add...I feel emotionally attached to all of my children's clothes.) Blessedly, TM slept well last night and didn't seem bothered too much by his ear or the Jacob Marley-esque bandage wrapped around his head. D. now wants to go the ER because he wants a coloring book, crayons, and blanket, too. TM has very nicely offered to share (at least the coloring book and crayons) and that seems to have appeased D.
(For the next part of our exciting 24 hours to make sense, I need to fill you in on a couple of other things first. In January, we applied to start another adoption for child #7. Waiting times for our agency had increased to at least a year and so we thought we would start and take a break from paperwork, traveling and transitions while we waited. Imagine our surprise when two weeks later we receive a call asking us to consider the referral of a 10 month old boy in Viet Nam with a cleft lip and a cleft palate! [Note: We waited to write about this until we told family members ourselves. It didn't seem like something immediate family should discover by reading a blog...sorry if we missed anyone!] We have been waiting to hear the answers to some questions we had before making a decision.)
Now back to our show...this morning, while recovering from last night's excitement, we hear back from our adoption agency with answers to our questions. They were what we were hoping for, and we have accepted the referral of our newest son: Kiet Duy Franklin Curry...known from now on in the blogosphere as K. We don't expect to be able to travel anytime soon. The province in which he lives has a reputation for processing paperwork slowly...and the US side of things isn't really known for their speed, either. We will consider ouselves fortunate, indeed, if we travel before 2008.
So, that was our day, and I suppose that the highs balance the lows, in the long run. But it certainly is tiring.
While I am told the above referenced show is exciting, the Curry version of the last 24 hours is about as exciting as I care to get. Last night, as we were finishing getting dinner on the table we hear a cry from the other room. Since someone always seems to be falling/tripping/stubbing toes/or otherwise becoming injured in minor ways, we thought nothing of it. But this time it involved blood...and quite a bit of it. TM had somehow fallen and hit his ear against the corner of a wall. J saw the injury first and promptly announced that he was taking TM to the ER. I was at least slightly prepared then for what I saw when I looked at TM's ear. His ear looked as if someone had taken scissors and cut from the outside edge, straight in. Basically, his ear was ripped in two, and we got a unique interior view of the ear's cartilage. It was bad. Eldest daughter M. gamely took over feeding everyone else dinner and we went to the hospital. Body parts cut in half evidently give one a free pass to a room and we were able to skip the waiting area. TM was a trooper through the whole thing, even during the 25+ stitches it took to attach the two halves back together. The highlights of the evening for him were the coloring book and crayons he was given by the ER staff and the blanket that was wrapped around him when we took him home. (The blanket was necessary as his shirt had to be cut off of him...a rather nice blue mock turtlneck, I might add...I feel emotionally attached to all of my children's clothes.) Blessedly, TM slept well last night and didn't seem bothered too much by his ear or the Jacob Marley-esque bandage wrapped around his head. D. now wants to go the ER because he wants a coloring book, crayons, and blanket, too. TM has very nicely offered to share (at least the coloring book and crayons) and that seems to have appeased D.
(For the next part of our exciting 24 hours to make sense, I need to fill you in on a couple of other things first. In January, we applied to start another adoption for child #7. Waiting times for our agency had increased to at least a year and so we thought we would start and take a break from paperwork, traveling and transitions while we waited. Imagine our surprise when two weeks later we receive a call asking us to consider the referral of a 10 month old boy in Viet Nam with a cleft lip and a cleft palate! [Note: We waited to write about this until we told family members ourselves. It didn't seem like something immediate family should discover by reading a blog...sorry if we missed anyone!] We have been waiting to hear the answers to some questions we had before making a decision.)
Now back to our show...this morning, while recovering from last night's excitement, we hear back from our adoption agency with answers to our questions. They were what we were hoping for, and we have accepted the referral of our newest son: Kiet Duy Franklin Curry...known from now on in the blogosphere as K. We don't expect to be able to travel anytime soon. The province in which he lives has a reputation for processing paperwork slowly...and the US side of things isn't really known for their speed, either. We will consider ouselves fortunate, indeed, if we travel before 2008.
So, that was our day, and I suppose that the highs balance the lows, in the long run. But it certainly is tiring.
Comments
Congrats on the referral of K!! I hope everything goes smoothly and he comes home to you in a timely manner. (I'm quite sure you will not come close to the wait I had for Zeeb, which had many 'circumstances' conspiring to make it as long as possible!)