On Having a Terrible Two

I can’t believe that two years ago right now I was having our little girl. It feels like yesterday and yet it feels so long ago. I’m remembering the car ride with our boss GV trying to distract me from the pain by telling stories (but really all he was accomplishing was distracting Jeremy from helping me breath through the contractions). Looking back I laugh realizing how close we were to having Anna right there in the van – boy am I thankful that didn’t happen.

Now we have a beautiful 2 year old daughter who has brought us so much joy and laughter. She is such a delight. But I can really tell that she is two now. It kinda feels like it happened over night but we really do have a 2 year old.

There are many things about a 2 year old that can give me a headache . . . like the tantrums, wanting to do everything by herself, the tantrums, getting into everything, the tantrums, learning how to stall going to bed and trying to get her own way (I think that is another way of saying . . . tantrums).

But there are many good things about having a 2 year old . . . she can tell me stories, she responds when talked to, her attention span has increased so we can do things for a longer period of time, her smiles, her laughs (oh they just melt my heart), being silly, make up talk and songs (I could listen to her for hours) and oh so many more things. She is really more of her own person now than ever before.

Now that she interacts with me more it makes our days a lot more interesting.
Yes having a two year old can be a headache but it is soo worth every pain I have felt just to see that beautiful smile!

~Happy Birthday Anna Mae~

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Jeremy B-day ’07

Annual Birthday-Bowling-Bash!!!

Not only did I (Jeremy) lose to everyone (except the 10 year-old girl), but I had the single worst night in my extensive once-a-year bowling career.

Question: Why do I choose to bowl on my birthday? I suck at it.

Answer: There’s nothing better than lowering my self-esteem as I gain 1 more number to my age, and, yet again, lose the battle with the receding hairline.

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*Note the tall guy mercifully covering my score.

Lame, lame, lame

Last week I kept getting a message all in Chinese as I would try to access web pages. Randomly this message would pop-up when I tried to get to, yahoo, or whatever. It would automatically redirect to the Chinese message just for a few seconds before again redirecting to the desired website. The first few times I just ignored it and because it only flashed for a few seconds I really didn’t have time to do anything about it. I saw that it was from our web provider (Here in China there is only one company who can give web service, by the way.), so I wasn’t really worried about it being a virus. I finally got the bright idea to quickly copy and paste the message the next time I saw it. Now, remember, there was seemingly no method to the pop-up randomness…so I brushed up on my shortcuts (ctrl+a = “Select All” & ctrl+c = “Copy”) and did my normal web surfing. Finally, the message popped up again.

Well, I was able to copy the message. I did my best to understand the message…it had a lot of words I’m not too familiar with like “modem”, “router”, and the such. After my choppy translating work I came to the conclusion that I was way off because what I thought it said couldn’t be true. So the next day I went to work and had a Chinese person translate it for me. It turns out I was right! The message said something to the effect that I was breaking the service agreement by plugging into a router and using multiple computers on my internet connection. Again, let me emphasize the “my” in that last sentence. The message continued by saying that if I continued to “violate” the service agreement they would shut it off completely. What??? I can’t use multiple computers on my own internet connection? What’s up with that?

This creates a serious problem for us. For one, we really love having wireless connection in our house. Secondly, we do have multiple computers – desktop, laptop, work-issued laptop and most importantly, our new Skype phone that we paid way too much for. (Yes, the Skype phone does count as a computer according to the Internet company.) Thirdly, it’s just the plain principle that someone is telling me how I can and can’t use my own internet service that I pay for monthly.

Wait…it gets worse.

I had the previously mentioned Chinese person call the company to get details about the “service agreement”. It turns out that we can pay more to allow use of the router – RMB 30 PER COMPUTER!!! That’s just ridiculous. By the time we paid for all the computers we would have doubled our monthly fee. I’m willing to pay a bit more…but double??? Again, I reiterate…that’s just ridiculous.

I’m not sure how this one is going to turn out. I’ll have to let you know. No matter how it turns out, though…this is just lame, lame, lame.

Qing Dizzle Baby!!!

Well, we’ve made it through our first two weeks of living in Qingdao! We apologize for taking so long to make a post about it, but it’s been pretty crazy with the whole moving in-unpacking-starting a new job-working on my MBA-going shopping, and of course going to the beach like everyday!

Jacquelyn has loved her newfound freedom of being able to walk to the beach and major shopping places.

My new job is going great! For those of you who don’t know, I am the admissions director for Qingdao MTI International School (QMIS). I have a lot to learn, but I think it is going to work out well. I’ve been working very closely with the previous admissions director for these past two weeks.

Check this out…I get to hire a secretary! Isn’t that awesome? No more getting my own coffee! Obviously I’m just kidding about the coffee, but it is pretty exciting about getting a secretary. QMIS is in the midst of renovating a new campus and we’re already busting at the seams. I’ll be moving into my new office by the week’s end.

The first picture posted in this post is the view from our apartment…kinda. You really need to stick your head out of the window to see the ocean, but hey, we aren’t complaining! In the second picture you can see Anna throwing rocks into the ocean. She absolutely loves it. It’s like having a giant sandbox in your backyard.

Well, that’s all for now. Please do come see us! We’d love to show you around.

Goodbye to Friends

The hardest part about leaving Beijing was saying goodbye to our friends. We certainly were blessed to have the friends that we did. In the days leading up to our departure from Beijing, we got to take some of our closest friends to Papa John’s. (Yes, that’s right, even Papa John’s has made its way over to China.)

To all our friends in Beijing, we miss you terribly! Please come see us in Qingdao…You’ll love it here.

Running into Stereotypes

Right now I am rubbing my head in pain and laughing at the same time. As I was coming out of the kitchen in the office today I was holding a cup of coffee which diverted my attention away from the short door frame. I forgot to bend down ever so slightly to avoid hitting my head. Coffee went flying – burning my hand and arm – and stars suddenly appeared in my vision. I didn’t fall over, but enough people saw my little accident that I certainly turned a few shades of red. I ran smack into the stereotype of things not being tall or big enough for Westerners in Asia.

You’d think that after 3 years of living here I’d learn to duck. I guess it could be worse, though. A tall friend of mine got his head stuck in the subway doors!


The “Whole” Birth Story

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The Birth of our Daughter

I was told by someone that I should write the details of our daughter’s birth down because looking back 30 years from now my memory won’t be so accurate. So, here it is.

Jacquelyn’s due date was not until March 10th. Her parents planned to be here 2 days before that day in order to help out. However, Anna Mae had other plans. On Friday, March 3rd JK started to have contractions through the night. We called our friend who we had arranged to take us to the hospital, just to let them know that it could be getting close to “the time”. Though she had contractions through most of the night, they eventually tapered off.

Saturday night was pretty much the same story except JK really felt like it was going to happen that night. She made it through the night, but in the morning at about 6am we decided to go in. Looking back now I have to laugh because after we patiently waited for Driver Liu (our back up driver) to pick us up, we stopped at a friend’s house to pick up a camera. She was obviously not in labor. By the time we arrived at the hospital, the contractions were back to 10 minutes apart. By the time the fetal monitor was attached, the contractions were practically non-existent. Though we weren’t surprised that the Dr. said it wasn’t time yet, we were taken off-guard when he said she wasn’t dilated at all. We ate McDonald’s breakfast (we’d been trying to make it to b-fast for weeks, but just couldn’t seem to make it on time) then took a taxi home.

Later that night, while JK’s contractions became more painful, the Ba Xian (where we live) LDI (our company) group was holding its 1st team meeting at a restaurant, for which we were supposed to attend. Even though JK was against it, I felt that we should make an appearance. I changed my mind, however, when I saw how much pain these contractions were causing her. When one would come she would stand up and walk around the living room trying to talk and breathe off the pain. I could just imagine her doing that at the restaurant. It would have caused a bit of a scene. However, I managed to convince her to walk down to pick up some Chinese food with me. She actually had a contraction as we were crossing the street. We were stuck in the middle of the road as cars were passing us by and JK couldn’t move because of the pain. After making it across she said, “It’s probably not a good idea to let that happen again.” By 7:30pm we sat down in our living room and ate while we watched “Friends” on DVD. JK didn’t eat much dinner because her contractions were getting closer together, making her lose her appetite.

I realize now that JK was probably in active labor since about 5:30pm. I should have realized it when, during a contraction, she would get this look of desperation on her face and would say, “I can’t do this!” or “I don’t know how much longer I can take this!” Only after she sat on the toilet and noticed she had bled quite abnormally was I convinced it was time though. I made the call to our friend Gregg to come pick us up. With JK screaming every 3 minutes it seemed like an eternity before he arrived. I guess this is more like what true labor really is like.

Finally, he made it to our house. It didn’t take long for the contractions to move to 1 minute apart. Now, on the contractions, she would raise her hips off the car seat. Every time she raised up she made a U-shape with her body. It looked like she was trying to do exercises. Meanwhile, Gregg was trying to keep everyone light-hearted by telling stories about his wife’s labor. At the time it seemed that the only thing he accomplished was distracting me from helping JK. But looking back I think it really did help lighten everything up. A funny this he said to JK was, “You can cuss if you want to.” (Just for the record she never cussed.)

We had prayed that the traffic wouldn’t be that bad when JK went into labor. It takes about 35-40 minutes to get to the hospital without traffic. Thankfully traffic was not stopped up and we made it just in time. When I say “just in time” that’s exactly what I mean. When we got to the front desk we told the nurse that Jacquelyn was going to have the baby. Meanwhile Jacquelyn had another contraction. Now, if I had been one of the patients in the hallway waiting to be looked after by a doctor like the three patients there, I would have been freaked. Jacquelyn was screaming, doubling over, pacing around the room and saying discouraging things like, “I can’t do this” over and over again. I’m sure the three men were thinking, “Man, I’m glad I’m not a woman!” I think it is quite interesting, however, that in between the contractions Jacquelyn was quite “sensible” for lack of a better word. It’s like when a child throws up. Though the child is in terrible pain, once he or she throws up all is better and perhaps can even produce a smile. Once the contraction was over Jacquelyn was able to talk like normal and even help with arranging the bags of supplies we brought. Not to say she wasn’t razzled from the pain, though.

Finally, the doctor led Jacquelyn to an exam room with a moveable bed. Though she protested against lying on her back because it would be too uncomfortable, she laid down on it anyway. As she started to lie down she got another contraction which made preparing for the exam difficult. After the contraction the doctor examined her and determined that she was ready to deliver. They put a cover over her (I was glad they did because I was worried about those three other patients in the hall being even more petrified of the blood and what-not.) and then wheeled her to the elevator. Each time we got to a door, however, the doctor and nurses would have a really hard time maneuvering the bed to fit properly. In my head I was thinking, “C’mon people, is this your first delivery? If you can’t move a bed, how can you deliver a baby?” I quickly chased those thoughts away as they were quite unsettling. On the elevator the doctor asked, “Why did you wait so long? You should have come earlier, like when the contractions were 5-6 minutes apart.” I was thinking, “Are you gonna stand there and lecture us about coming late?!? There’s not much we can do about it now! Besides that, we came in once already today and the doctor told us to go home! He said wait until the contractions are about 3 minutes apart! What do you know anyway? You can’t even push a bed on wheels through a doorway!” While I was thinking of how to say these firm, but appropriate (at least in my head, anyway) thoughts in a way the doctor could understand in English, Jacquelyn simply said, “We live far away.” This was very true.

Finally, we arrived at the 8th and highest floor. I didn’t think of this ‘till just now, but 8 is a lucky number here in China. I wonder if they deliver babies there on purpose. Hmmm??? Anyway, I wasn’t very impressed with the delivery room as it looked just like any other room in a Chinese hospital – green and in need of a paint job. The equipment looked like something out of a scary movie in which the doctor prepares to torture the patient. Though these thoughts ran through my head, I was confident, and still am, that the room was sanitary. Once again I pushed those thoughts out of my head without mentioning them to JK and focused on helping her to relax. It was a long way to the delivery room and she had about 2 or 3 contractions just getting there.

The nurses aligned the movable bed with the stationary bed and prepared to move her over to it. Jacquelyn protested to this greatly saying that she couldn’t do it. The fact that she was in the midst of a contraction probably had something to do it. The doctor and nurses were even discussing if she could stay in that bed or not. However, I was very against her staying in the moveable bed because it didn’t have the stirrup things. Jacquelyn told me later that having the baby in a non-stirrup bed would be okay too, but I didn’t know that so I insisted that she must move. Jacquelyn managed to get herself over to the other bed slowly, but surely.

Once settled, the doctor took a look and then he and the nurses started to prepare for the delivery. He said to push through the contractions. Jacquelyn said she was very thirsty so they prepared an I.V. bag with water in it for her drink. This was yet another reason to think that our decision to have the baby at this place was not a smart one. At this point a nurse had me follow her. She didn’t say why, and I was worried that I was going to miss the birth. When I started following her Jacquelyn gave me the look of a little girl who has just been left at an orphanage, abandoned by her parents. I felt horrible and said that I would be right back. The reason the nurse had me follow her was so that I could go pay the deposit for having the baby. In a Chinese-style hospital everything is paid for in cash before any work is done. I can understand this as most people in China (including us at the time) don’t have any form of insurance. Thankfully though, Gregg was still there and I gave him the money, and told him how to fill out the forms for us. I then headed back to the delivery room. I was a bit worried because, as I said before, it was a long way to the room. We took so many turns, and needless to say, I wasn’t really paying attention the fist time that I was scared I would get lost. However, I made it without any hitches – first try. Who says I can’t find my way out of a paper bag now?

When I got back Jacquelyn was in the exact spot I left her – except all by herself. The doctors and nurses were too busy preparing for this last-minute delivery. I joined her by her side and held her hand and tried to tell her what was going on. Anna Mae was quite ready to come out. On every contraction I could see what I thought was the top of her head. It turns out it was just the water sac (…I thought that was a bit pale for a head). But, when Jacquelyn said, “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” I said in ignorance that, “I can see the head. It’s crowning!” This did much to relieve Jacquelyn. It gave her the strength to keep pushing on the contractions. At one point the doctor brought over some tools including a scalpel and scissors. I was afraid they were going to do a C-Section on her. To add to this fear, I heard the doctor and nurses discussing, what I thought sounded like a C-Section. It turned out they were just preparing to break the water sac. Let me explain: The words for C-Section in Chinese are “Pou fu chan.” The “Pou” is pronounced like Poe, as in Edgar Allen Poe. The word for break is “Po” which is pronounced like Poe, but with an “uh” sound at the end, “Poe-uh”. When I heard the “Po” I heard it as “Pou” and assumed they were going to do a C-Section. When I asked the doctor in Chinese if they were going to do a “Pou fu chan” (C-Section), he replied back in Chinese, “No.” That was when I realized the reason for my language mistake.

They broke the water and then I could really see the head. Yes…now that seemed more like what a head should look like! Jacquelyn had a another contraction and the head was making head-way (Get it?…“head”-way.) However, the doctor felt the baby needed to come out faster and grabbed the scissors to prepare for an Episiotomy. On the next contraction the doctor made the cut and Anna’s head immediately came out. I noticed right away that the cord was wrapped around her neck three times. They told Jacquelyn to stop pushing. The previous ultrasound had shown that the cord might be wrapped around her neck, but we surely didn’t know it was three times. I told Jacquelyn what was going on, and she was concerned. The doctors quickly clamped off the three loops in two spots and then cut all three loops with one slice of the scissors. Anna Mae was quite pale at this point, but not quite blue. When the cord was cut she started breathing on her own…they didn’t even have to turn her upside-down and smack her butt! Then they cleaned her up and did all the measurements like height, and weight. She was 51 cm (20 inches) long and 2950 g (6 lbs 8 oz.). The doctor then delivered the placenta. When he asked if we wanted to keep it Jacquelyn replied, “Just the baby is fine.” We all laughed.

The End.

Well…not exactly. Jacquelyn then went through an hour and half of torturous stitches. She has said that the stitches were actually worse than the delivery. During this time the doctor encouraged her to let the baby nurse. He suggested that it might take JK’s mind off the pain. Not only did it not take her mind off the pain, but it frustrated both her and Anna Mae because Jacquelyn was so tense from the pain that nursing was not successful at this point. The doctor kept saying, “Two more stitches, two more stitches.” This only frustrated Jacquelyn even more and she kept saying, “That’s what you said two stitches ago.” The stitches finally complete, we were then moved to the deluxe after-birth recovery room. (We didn’t know it was a special room until two days later when a doctor told us we were paying much more for this room and could switch to the normal room if we wanted.)

The first night after having a baby is unlike any other night. We were both quite tired, but way too excited to sleep. To see her breathing so delicately I was scared to death that she was going to choke and stop breathing while we were asleep. When the baby woke up hungry (I had apparently drifted off as well) I jumped out of bed with my adrenaline flowing ready to “fight or flight”. However, I realized there was no danger in the room and I picked up Anna Mae and handed her to Jacquelyn. JK was quite happy I didn’t choose “flight”

The next day I discussed the Rh(-) factor with the doctor. Thankfully he found a clinic for me to go to that had the appropriate Rhogam shot to give to Jacquelyn. I took the address, grabbed a taxi and went to the clinic. Once I got in the complex where the clinic was, I got hit up by some guy saying he only needed RMB 50 to pay for the rest of his train ticket back to his home-town. Even though I didn’t believe the guy, I decided to give him the whole 50. That same day I saw him again in a completely different part of town and he approached me with the same story about how he only needed RMB 50 for a train ticket back to his home-town! I couldn’t believe it! In the middle of his story I interrupted and said in Chinese, “Do you really not remember me?!? I gave you RMB 50 this morning!” He quickly started to change his story saying he only wanted to see if he could help me because I was so nice to him that morning! When I rather harshly said “no” he turned around and quickly headed the other direction. What were the chances? Anyway, I got back to the hospital and the doctor administered the shot. He said that it was best to be given within 18 hours of the delivery and we did it in 14!

Well, that’s the story of how Anna Mae Delores came into this world!