Every girl should have a sister and Mark really wanted to go to Korea - why not combine the two! We started the process to adopt a little girl from Korea when Kelsey was about 18 mos. We were open to special needs and were hoping she'd be under 2 yrs. old.
When her paperwork came I remember holding it thinking - I hope her BD is in the spring - already 5 family BD's between Aug. 28 and Oct. 4. Well, it was Sept. 1 - oh well it'll just be the time of year for BD's I guess. Of course we immediately fell in love with Ka-Sil Lee when we saw her. Mark wanted the name Lisa, but I wanted to keep Lee as her middle name - mine is Leigh as well, just not the Korean spelling. So, we compromised with Melissa and called her Lissy or Lissa.
Melissa had qualified as a special needs child. At 3 mos. she developed a subdural hematoma which required surgery to relieve the pressure of the blood leaking into the space between her brain and her skull. Why she developed this hematoma was unknown. It is generally from some sort of head trauma, but her foster mom said there had been no falls or bumps and there was no reason to suspect otherwise as she had a long history of taking great care of her foster children. It is a mystery to this day. Korean doctors recommended removing the shunt placed in her skull leading into her stomach after she arrived in the US. They neurologist here recommended leaving it alone as it was causing no trouble for her and it remains in place to this day. The only time it's caused any trouble was during her pregnancy - it seemed to be a situation no one had encountered and after much consideration it was again agreed to leave it be.
Although not a typical special need Melissa's conception was not ideal to put it mildly. Melissa's birthmother was a 16 yr. old farm girl from a small village outside of Seoul who was walking home from school and a Korean soldier "forced himself upon her" which resulted in her pregnancy. It was information important to her story, but made no difference to us. Regardless of the soldier's decision, ultimately God alone decided that Melissa should have life and nothing else was important to us. We knew she was meant to be our daughter. I will say that I grieve more for her birthmom then any other due to these circumstances and all that she had to cope with as a young innocent girl. I wish she could know what a great daughter she created and what beautiful grandbaby girls she has. Since that is more then unlikely, I pray she has found great joy in her life.
Mark's first international trip, other then Canada, was to pick up Melissa. He was excited and probably just a little nervous. An adoption escort, a person who brings back children to their adoptive families, asked Mark to help her move 26 boxes through customs in Korea. They loaded 2 large carts, each pushing one, and customs split them into two lanes. Customs asked Mark what was in the boxes and he replied explained he didn't know they belonged to "that lady" who had already passed through customs as she was a frequent visitor. He explained the boxes had supplies for the orphanage. They opened up one box and to Mark's dismay they were full of syringes. They then removed him to the a small room with a bright light over the chair like a movie scene of an interrogation room. They proceeded to open the boxes finding tourniquets and syringes. After about 6 boxes they called in a supervisor who was very angry and shot questions at him about what these supplies were for and why didn't he know what was in these boxes. The 13th and final box had baby clothes and formula in it - thank the Lord. Then he believed Mark's explanation and let him leave. Not a great introduction to international travel, which I might add never seemed to dim his enthusiasm for it.
Mark had some paperwork to finish up the first day in Korea and was ready to meet our little girl. He went with Miss Park, the social worker, to the foster home where she'd been since she was born, other than when she had surgery. Mark meet the foster parents, two other foster girls that lived with them and their biological 20ish daughter. He was able to coax her over with an Asian pear, apparently her foster mom did not think that suitable food for a toddler. The irony is Melissa had terrible onion breath from some onion chips her foster mom had given her.
After a bit they all went outside to walk around the neighborhood. Many of the neighbor ladies seemed to be giggling at Mark. He wasn't sure, but wondered if it was odd to them culturally that a man would come to get a child. We'll never know I guess.
The next day he went back to social services to finish some more paperwork. The building was huge, but overcrowded with hundreds of kids, foster parents and social workers. They had a tiny elevator and it was stuffed with people. Mark, who is generally not claustrophobic, was anxious to get out. They told Mark he would need a full fare ticket, a cost we had definitely not planned for as he'd brought an employee pass for her. Finally, all was in order to go home.
Early the next morning the foster mom, social worker and Melissa met Mark at the airport. The foster mom, who had been very stern and stoic looking up until this point. Cried non-stop until Mark got onto the airplane. He was a bit shaken by that as she'd shown no emotion previously. In hindsight it was, of course, a good sign that she was attached to Melissa.
Melissa seemed quite bewildered by the whole situation. While waiting for take-off Melissa fell asleep. About an hour later she woke up and started crying and screaming, "Ahma!". Mark didn't know what she was saying, but a Korean woman nearby explained she was crying for her mother. He felt so sad for her. Of course in those days we had not thought about attachment or how terribly traumatic this was for her. Seems ridiculously ignorant, but we adopted through Children's Home Society, a very reputable agency and taken all the classes required and not once do I recall anyone mentioning the fact that this would be an emotional and heart-wrenching loss for her. It seems so ignorant, but we all just thought we were doing a good thing and were excited to have this new daughter in our family never really considering the impact it would make on her to suffer such a loss. Loss of the only mother she'd known, the only country, culture and language she'd known. All of that was left behind.
After about two or three hours she finally cried herself to sleep and the rest of the trip went smoothly. When they arrived the other kids - Chad, Conor, Jonathan and Kelsey - and I met them at the airport. Some dear friends were also there to welcome her home.
None of her early health issues have caused any problems for her and for that we are so very grateful.
She's a beautiful, strong, smart young married woman now with two beautiful girls. I found a Korean proverb that says - Even children of the same mother look different. How true that is in our family. Melissa once told me she would forget that she didn't look like us until she looked in the mirror and was reminded we didn't resemble each other. Her daughters, Kaia and Brynn, have given her faces to look at that resemble her own, something she'd been missing a long time, which I'm sure have healed some of her loss in a way nothing else could.
Mark had some paperwork to finish up the first day in Korea and was ready to meet our little girl. He went with Miss Park, the social worker, to the foster home where she'd been since she was born, other than when she had surgery. Mark meet the foster parents, two other foster girls that lived with them and their biological 20ish daughter. He was able to coax her over with an Asian pear, apparently her foster mom did not think that suitable food for a toddler. The irony is Melissa had terrible onion breath from some onion chips her foster mom had given her.
After a bit they all went outside to walk around the neighborhood. Many of the neighbor ladies seemed to be giggling at Mark. He wasn't sure, but wondered if it was odd to them culturally that a man would come to get a child. We'll never know I guess.
The next day he went back to social services to finish some more paperwork. The building was huge, but overcrowded with hundreds of kids, foster parents and social workers. They had a tiny elevator and it was stuffed with people. Mark, who is generally not claustrophobic, was anxious to get out. They told Mark he would need a full fare ticket, a cost we had definitely not planned for as he'd brought an employee pass for her. Finally, all was in order to go home.
Early the next morning the foster mom, social worker and Melissa met Mark at the airport. The foster mom, who had been very stern and stoic looking up until this point. Cried non-stop until Mark got onto the airplane. He was a bit shaken by that as she'd shown no emotion previously. In hindsight it was, of course, a good sign that she was attached to Melissa.
Melissa seemed quite bewildered by the whole situation. While waiting for take-off Melissa fell asleep. About an hour later she woke up and started crying and screaming, "Ahma!". Mark didn't know what she was saying, but a Korean woman nearby explained she was crying for her mother. He felt so sad for her. Of course in those days we had not thought about attachment or how terribly traumatic this was for her. Seems ridiculously ignorant, but we adopted through Children's Home Society, a very reputable agency and taken all the classes required and not once do I recall anyone mentioning the fact that this would be an emotional and heart-wrenching loss for her. It seems so ignorant, but we all just thought we were doing a good thing and were excited to have this new daughter in our family never really considering the impact it would make on her to suffer such a loss. Loss of the only mother she'd known, the only country, culture and language she'd known. All of that was left behind.
After about two or three hours she finally cried herself to sleep and the rest of the trip went smoothly. When they arrived the other kids - Chad, Conor, Jonathan and Kelsey - and I met them at the airport. Some dear friends were also there to welcome her home.
None of her early health issues have caused any problems for her and for that we are so very grateful.
She's a beautiful, strong, smart young married woman now with two beautiful girls. I found a Korean proverb that says - Even children of the same mother look different. How true that is in our family. Melissa once told me she would forget that she didn't look like us until she looked in the mirror and was reminded we didn't resemble each other. Her daughters, Kaia and Brynn, have given her faces to look at that resemble her own, something she'd been missing a long time, which I'm sure have healed some of her loss in a way nothing else could.
Thank you God for choosing us to be her parents and thanks Melissa for being our daughter.
We love you Melissa!
