Tuesday 21 May 2013

Being a Mummy and other challenges!

So here we are a week in and well, it's pretty great being a mum! He is too delicious for words, and has the loveliest nature, he wasn't pretending just until we promised the judge that we would love him forever! So far he has slept right through all night, he is playful and silly, pretty chilled so long as he gets fed and watered on time and can throw some impressive moves to the odd Glee tune! I know, I'm a dreadful mother making him listen to that rubbish! The only thing is that he is terrified of a toy Zebra that we picked up at a craft market, it is really rather lovely but he won't go near it! It has become useful therefore as I have discovered that in order to stop him touching things I would rather he didn't, such as the drain in our little kitchen at the guest house I can simply place Mr Zebra on top of it and hey presto, no touchy! He is a charming child, he is a bit like royalty when we go out, everyone wants to kiss and hug him, the ladies in the local supermarket fall over themselves to get a piece of him, and now that he can wave bye they are in awe! Yesterday Weinab, our kind of legal person was on fire, not only did we manage to obtain his Birth Certificate, but we made tremendous headway with his Passport and should be picking it up tomorrow, this is unheard of, and I think my very polite persistence with her may have paid off! this means that we can get on with his visa application and with any luck we might make our flights two weeks today......FINGERS CROSSED!!!!! I soooo want to go home now, it's fine here, it really is, Ivan (Mr Bicknell) and I are getting on great despite being in each others pockets for nearly a whole month! As you know we have a great place to stay and we are getting to know our hood pretty well, the people we come into daily contact with are very nice and so far, we have had few problems, I don't know if I mentioned this before, but some people have actually thanked us for adopting a child from their country, which isn't something I was expecting at all. Oh, I just checked, I did, but it's worth telling you again!

So what have we been up to?

Well, we went to the Merkato, now that takes a high level of determination! It is Africa's largest market at a whopping 4 sq kilometres, it is mind blowing! I had gone really just for the experience, but we did pick up some nice bits and pieces, spices that might sit at the back of the larder for a couple of years admittedly, but some nice presents and a cool traditional little seat for Noah's bedroom, Dilu our driver organised a guide to come with us due to the size of the place which was very helpful on lots of levels, there are some interesting characters about and I think I have got some pretty good shots, but you have to have your wits about you, Acha's daughter clung to me like her life depended on it, Noah of course took it all in his stride! The smells, the colours, the noise and the hustle all make the place quite magical if not extremely overwhelming! I don't think we will go again, but I am glad I went!  The only trouble is that these days pay havoc with master Bicknell's routine, hmmm, and I said  I wouldn't be ruled by a baby!!! Oh how the mighty have fallen!

The passport office was an eye opener, I have never seen so many people in one place, we were almost stampeded, a flurry of colour and hysteria is not something you want to be in the middle of with a baby! I don't suppose jumping the queue so spectacularly like we did is looked upon particularly favourably either, I am told that the average Ethiopian passport takes 4 months to be issued, so 48 hours is pretty damn good. We now know that Noah is a whole year old, his date of birth is 12th May 2012, or if you are Ethiopian, 2005! Yep! They have a different calendar to us so they are 8 years behind! I am sad that we didn't know so that we could do something nice on the day, but I guess we have time for this!

Today Mahi, who incidentally isn't the guest house owners daughter, but almost (!), and I had a morning of pure indulgence, my treat. I am actually not very popular as our beauty treatments over ran by an hour (this is Africa, no one is in a hurry..), so Ivan missed his massage, but he's rescheduled so it's fine (thank God..). I still can't believe the quality of these treatments, or the price - especially as my Mum was so so tucked up at the Royal Bath in Bournmouth - for 2 facials and 2 pedicures which took 3 hours, I paid £40! Both treatments were awesome, the facial involved an eye brow wax (i was worried i would lose the lot i have to admit though!), Cathiodermie, and the individual squeezing of every single one of my blackheads - sorry, too much info! My skin feels amazing, and as for the pedicure we even had paraffin wax treatments and they bring you fresh lemonade all the time! I must get a photo of Mahi's nails as they are incredible, I was boring and just got a plain colour, but hers are a work of art! Mahi had never been to a spa, she is such a groovy gal and we wanted to treat her to say thanks for all the support, I think she enjoyed the experence! Although Ivan (Mr Bicknell) missed out on his treatment today and had to fly solo for most of the morning with Noah, we did have a lovely lunch at our favourite, the Lime Tree, so all was not lost! There is the most beautiful waiter who works there who looks jut like a young Will Smith and he has taken a real shine to Noah, so our young man gets loads of attention!

On the way back to the guest house the heavens opened and we got caught in the most incredible rain shower, some very lovely guys welcomed us under the awning that they were sheltering under, and seemed pleased that we were British and not American! I hope I have got a good shot of them!

I am currently the only one awake at the moment, so I guess I should get some shut eye! Life starts early these days!

G x

Wednesday 15 May 2013

So, did you hear?

Well, did you? As of yesterday at 3.00pm we, me and Ivan (Mr Bicknell) officially became parents, ahem, yes indeed, it has been a very long journey with a few bumps here and there, but at last, someone will call me Mummy!  HOORAY!!

I cannot describe the feeling, if you are already a Mum or a Dad, then you will be familiar with the complete feeling of joy when you look at your children, I simply cannot believe my luck, or just how desperately in love I have fallen with this little monster, yeah, the one who is smiling at me like butter wouldn't melt despite the fact that it is nearly 8pm and he hasn't had any sleep since midday!  But I cant blame him, today was his first sight of the outside world and I don't think he wanted to miss a thing. 

Ivan (Mr Bicknell) was in charge of the Baby Bjorn today and I am telling you right now, he is NEVER going out on his own with Noah - talk about a babe magnet! I don't know who was enjoying the attention more, Ivan (Mr Bicknell) or Noah! Did I mention in my last post just how beautiful the residents of Addis are. No? Well they are, some of the most incredible looking people on the planet are right here in this city, Storm needs to get its scouts over here right away and snap 'em up! The two younger nannies are stunning to start with - err I don't feel inadequate at all..... But generally we are surrounded by beautiful people, don't worry it's not just the women who are easy on the eye - I'm also enjoying the view! It is no surprise therefore that Noah is completely stunning, yeah, I know I am probably biased, but my God he is a looker, it was so funny when he met the ladies here at the guest house, they practically fell over themselves to get to him, declaring that he was a good colour!! I suppose they can say that because they are also Ethiopian! He has the most wonderful nature and was soon hi fiving them! He is looking at me right now saying Mama! Only because he wants out of the cot! I can't believe how well he has settled with us, he hasn't cried, panicked, been withdrawn, anything, it's like he knows he is meant to be with us! Even going back to see the nannies didn't phase him! BTW we gave each nanny 2 months wages worth of cash, and made a note in the tips book in the house about how little they are paid..... Did I tell you that during the rainy season they don't get paid at all? Honestly my blood boils.

I have to admit that I was nervous about walking around the city today en famille, you know, white family have adopted token black kid, but on the whole it was a very uplifting and inspiring experience, we did of course get the odd less than friendly look or comment, but people were actually coming up to us and kissing Noah and congratulating us, it was amazing, one man in a shop clutched his heart and then gave us a double thumbs up! Many thanked us. Court for us yesterday was a very positive experience, not just because of the end result, but because the judge was so lovely, she was friendly, charming and happy to meet us, laughing at me because I was such a jibbering wreck! I have never felt such emotion, I couldn't help crying, one of the other solicitors became really concerned and asked if we'd had bad news, I think she was a bit surprised when I said I ea tearful because I was so happy! 

Going back to the orphanage to collect him was surreal - we were like, umm, what do we do now? Thanks to Annie my wonderful sister in law I now have a comprehensive plan of action and within minutes of our arrival at the guest house the odd job man was putting up a cot for us, and today we took receipt of a baby bath - I am a little damp after our first attempt tonight! We have also done some baby massage and cleaned his teeth! He is now fast asleep and we ate keeping our fingers crossed that he sleeps a full 10 hours again just like last night! Can we be this lucky? Maybe it's just beginners luck!

Tomorrow we are going to the big market with Acha's daughter (the one we took swimming), these gestures are important to us, but nothing compared to the fact that her schooling is being paid for by another adoptive couple, now that's awesome. Acha told us today that Noah wad tiny when he arrived and had never been bottle fed, having spent the first two months of his life with his Mum, she kept pressing my boob with her hand to make her point, Ivan (Mr Bicknell) could barely contain his amusement! She also said that when another couple rejected him before us (thank God) she was so worried that no one would love him, but really happy when she met us! Apparently he was tiny when he arrived, so they have done a good job as he is very healthy! He is a little under weight and still wears size 3 - 6 month clothes even though we reackon he's a year almost, but seeing how much he ate today, I think he'll make up for lost time!

That's it for now, so sorry about the lack of picks, but we forgot our card reader, maybe we'll find one here in Addis!

Night xx

Monday 13 May 2013

AFRICA

So here we are. The last time we were here, I couldn't wait to get home. It didn't help that I got sick and the enormity of meeting our little chap for the first time I suppose affected my overall experience, so I tried to come this time with a more positive attitude. Unfortunately we have had a bit of a bumpy start. Upon arrival we soon discovered that our little chap's Mum had failed to turn up for court. Great I hear you say, errr no, not great. Ethiopia is a country of principle, this is of course a good thing, I'm not saying that greasing palms is unheard of, in fact 11 ministers were arrested here a couple of days ago for corruption, but overall, they like to do things properly. Therefore before we could even stand before the judge 3 things had to happen. 1, a police report had to be completed stating that a proper search for Mum had been conducted, but to no avail. 2, a newspaper search had to take place, this taking the form of an advert in a local paper calling for the Mum to appear at court on a given date at a specific time. 3, the Ministry of Women's Affairs must endorse us formerly by letter. This comes as quite a shock when you have just landed and it is slowly sinking in that before anything can happen, you are going to have to sit things out for a couple of weeks..........

Well, that was over two weeks ago now and tomorrow, at 2pm we must sit and wait in court to see if she finally rocks up. The wait is practically killing me, Ivan (Mr Bicknell) is playing it cool and as ever, is the rational one of us, doing his best to quash my fears of how many ways this can all go pear shaped, but well, it hasn't helped getting to know this little chap who is happy, cuddly, funny and oh so sweet, you'd go mad at the thought of losing him too! So again, I ask you - will you keep those fingers crossed? Tomorrow, 4pm UK time? Cheers x.

So onto our current city of residence - Addis Ababa..... You know what? It really isn't that bad, it does help though that we are staying in an awesome guest house where the owner and her daughter look after you like You are family! I'm not kidding, advice is free-flowing, you are practically force fed every morning and they always want to know how you are doing! Our room is spotless every day, our laundry is hung up or laid out pressed and fabulous on our bed - never before has Ivan (Mr Bicknell) had an ironed t shirt to wear every single day - , there are films every night, pretty reliable wifi and proper hot running water. We have a small kitchen with a fridge and a microwave and a bigger kitchen downstairs where we can cook properly if we want to.  So we are lucky. I can tell you it is a damn sight better than staying at the UK house on the compound where for pretty much the same money per night you have virtually no light, intermittent running water, no internet access and no TV.  My refusing to stay there hasn't made us very popular with the owner of the orphanage, but perhaps she should have told us about the complications with our adoption and not lived in the hope that if we flew out anyway we would occupy the house and further line her pockets. I had been feeling a tiny bit guilty about my princess behaviour until I discovered this weekend that she only pays the Nannies 1000 Birr per month - that's 35 quid to you and me, yes 35 quid A MONTH! Addis is not a cheap place to live in either, we are having to count our pennies, so how people survive on so little is beyond me. We can get a decent meal for about £8 between us, but that soon adds up! These AMAZING women rotate in 12 hour shifts and have 5 babies at a time to cope with. Our chap is the only boy, the others are therefore all girls and when I say that they are demanding, I am playing it down! Two of them are capable of the most spectacular tantrums and 1 is only 3 weeks old! I tell you, I couldn't do it! The nannies appear to have no end of patience and the babies all clearly adore them, so as a prospective adopter I am so lucky to know that my little chap is very, very well cared for. They do a far better job than us too given that we nearly poisoned our guy! It turns out that due to lack of funds (don't get me started on how much each family "donates" to this orphanage - in crisp $ bills), fruit is not part of the babies diets - so feeding them fresh avocado and banana in abundance isn't necessarily a good idea, the two nurses and the doctor who pretty much interrogated us didn't think so anyway, especially as the product of such rich food was copious vomiting and the runs! Oops.... He's all right now though apart from some serious teething..... Anyway, I digress, back to the city, it is colourful to say the least, the people on the whole are friendly and kind, and if you are polite to them, they are extremely courteous back. Addis is a mish mash of construction and serious under development, big companies are erecting buildings left right and centre, but most of the trading we see takes place directly on the street or from a tiny little corrugated iron box, these boxes consist mainly  of fashion stores, minuscule grocery stores and hairdressers - I have never seen so many hairdressers, people really care about their hair here! Massage is a big thing too and we have already experienced this first hand. For less than £20 for both of us, we had the most awesome massage at the Boston day spa - we will be going there again! The spa is in the Boston Partners building on the Bole Road which happens to be in the district that we are staying in, we have decided that it is the Islington of Addis! This building also houses a great cafe called the Lime Tree Cafe which serves a very broad clientele and some pretty amazing coffee! There is also a bar called the Black Rose which really wouldn't look out of place in any city of the world. So really in this building alone you could spend an entire day for probably less than £50 and have a fine old time! I will not be allowed to do this I suspect, but I am encouraged that Ivan (Mr Bicknell) liked his massage so much that he is talking of a repeat performance!

It hasn't all been plain sailing with the locals though, some who have guessed why we are swanning around their streets are less than pleased and have been mildly aggressive, but I suppose that's justified given that we are effectively hoping to take one of their babies to an entirely different country..... But on the flip side some are pleased and supportive and a good example of this is Dilu, the amazing guy without whom we would be rather lost out here... To demonstrate just how positively he feels about our presence here in Addis we were privilliged enough to be invited to his house for Easter. It's at a different time here and is far removed from the scoffing of chocolate eggs and trips to the garden centre that we indulge in at home..... We are talking the slaughtering of an animal which is then eaten, still steaming and completely raw.......The whole affair begins at 7.00am, where a live ox is walked onto the driveway of the hosts house - this was the first time that Dilu had hosted the actual slaughter so it was a real occasion - the poor animal was so terrified that it actually passed out, given with what happened next I didn't think that I would be far behind it! A pair of butchers arrived and ceremoniously cut its throat and then proceeded to butcher the entire animal up in record speed. Ivan (Mr Bicknell) managed to photograph the whole event, but I have to say that he didn't have the steadiest of hands! Dilu told us that his animals slaughtering was the 8th that this particular pair had done since 6pm the previous evening! It was incredible to see, 8 families had chipped in to buy the ox for about £500 and therefore the animal was divided up equally - huge piles of steaming meat were placed on a large sheet of plastic with pieces of paper placed on top with numbers on, so that each pile may be drawn lottery style by each family representative so that it was fair! The best meat was reserved for curbing up for raw consumption and fortunately for us, a cooked version, to my relief Dilu asked us not to consume the raw variety for fear of making us sick, phew! It was almost still wriggling! I was allowed to help cook with Dilu's wife Muna, who is a very bright woman and works to educate the uneducated on HIV and AIDS, travelling the length of the country to get to the various tribes, she told me that in the south of the country alone there a 50 different languages with few people speaking Amharic, so her task is further handicapped by a genuine lack of comprehension. By 9.00am we were tucking into stir fryed ox, chicken sauce - which was only served to us as it is a special dish only served to guests - and copious amounts of honey wine. What we hadn't realised was that they expect you to eat an entire meal before they even start! Oh my God, it's hard going that early in the morning! This wasn't helped By the fact that I cannot stand the taste of chicken! The whiskey appeared at ten and the talk with Muna's brothers - all 7 of them, turned to politics and the like, hearing their individual struggles made be very grateful for the life that I lead at home. We might not like some of the things that our government does, but it is a far cry from what happens out here...... After the boys had kicked a ball around for an hour or so it was time to crash, being drunk at 11.00am is not nice and being as old as we are, we actually needed to go back to the guest. House to sleep it off before heading out to see our little chap! Well, we had been up since 5.30am!

Our daily routine here involves a relatively early wake up so that we don't miss breakfast and our morning chat with our lively hosts, a bit of a mooch around town picking up supplies or even doing something like having a massage or a swim and then heading over to the orphanage to spend the rest of the day with our little chap. I am afraid that we have been a bit cowardly on some days and tried to avoid the lunchtime feeding of his injura, injura is the traditional food of Ethiopia and is basically a kind of pancake type flat bread, it is smooth on one side and looks rather like tripe on the other, it is also almost grey in colour! Sometimes it comes mixed with tomato and sometimes carrots and potato - he HATES it, and more often than not, I end up wearing it! His later meal of what we have come to call tobacco stew, because of its strange odour, seems to go down much better, so I don't mind feeding him this one! Ivan (Mr Bicknell) is the king of the milk bottle and seems to have the magic touch with this, it is common knowledge that our chap doesn't like to drink very much, so it can be a bit of a battle! He is developing every day and has learnt how to say "ta" when he gives or receives something and can do an excellent "high 5"! We are still mastering waving hello and goodbye! He is very affectionate and will often stop mid play just to come and give us a hug! He also has a really silly streak which is fortunate as neither of us are particularly grown up! While he has an afternoon nap in the house we have been ploughing our way through the strange assortment of books in the house, there are some particularly fundamentalist leaflets on Christianity which suggest that if you do not invite God into your heart, you will surely burn in hell, and damn all other religions, sporting cartoons of Islamic characters saying that they have now captured the UK and are now coming for America! The novels mostly consist of detective stories where the hero has to overcome all sorts of adversity in various African countries where the inhabitants are mainly crazed killers, this did make me a little uneasy when watching the ox slaughter I have to say, the butchers were certainly efficient!

Our evenings begin at about 6.30/7.00pm once we have put our little man to bed. We try to vary what we do and have found a couple of reliable places to eat and also stayed in to meet our desire for fresh veg where we can be sure that things have been washed in mineral water! This also ends up as being an excuse to splash out on a bottle of wine, the cost of which is normally more than dinner for two with beer, but you have to have some luxuries! We had been warned by Dilu not to go out alone at night, but we haven't really listened, the other night however made us consider why... On our way home from dinner and a couple of drinks at the Black Rose, we were accosted by a hawker trying to sell us tissues, we politely said no, but he wouldn't listen and continued to harass us, eventually he shoved his tray of tissues right under Ivan's (Mr Bicknell's) nose and proceeded to try to rifle through his pockets! The next thing I knew was Ivan (Mr Bicknell) shouting at him and shoving him, I don't know who was more scared, me or the hawker! Fortunately he just ran off then, but it did occur to me that he could have had a knife. So lesson learned, be careful...

Last weekend we took one of the nannies - Acha and her daughter Sosina to the Sheraton for a swim, it was a bit embarrassing as for four of us to gain entry and have a drink and a swim, would have cost Acha two months salary, but I had only imagined it as a nice thing to do, it is true that just giving them the money would have been so much more beneficial, but Sosina seemed to really enjoy being ther, it was just a shame that it was so full of over indulged, rude Europeans, we had thought that it might be nice to have one night at the Sheraton perhaps but seeing the clientele firmly changed our minds. The place itself is spectacular, huge and incredibly opulent, a far cry from the surrounding city, but this is definitely where people come to avoid just that and stay in a bubble where they can pretend they have stayed in Addis. I would like to go again with our little chap, but perhaps in the week and with less expectations!

We visited a local craft market recently and picked up a few gifts, it was a bit like a makers market and all very chilled and laid back, next weekend we are going to attempt the merkato, but this takes guts as it is rife with pick pockets and demands some hard bargaining! I am looking forward to this though!

This morning we changed our flights, I wanted to wait until after court tomorrow, but we didn't have much choice as we were booked to fly on Thursday, now we just have to pray that things start to pan out for us.... For all we know the judge might tell us to come back in two weeks, oh God I hope not.

What strikes me most about Addis is that it smells nice, even when after Easter we were literally stepping over drunken, over indulged bodies and the skulls of various slaughtered animals - Easter really isn't a good time to be a cloven creature in Addis! Part of the reason that things have taken so .ong to organise is because of he holiday, strangely, even though the Monday after Easter isn't an official holiday, no one goes to work, this is purely down to the fact that everyone has completely over done it and gorged on all the meat and butter they have been denied during the fasting period! It s also now wedding season, no point in having one the two months before Easter as no one could eat anything, so now people are celebrating hard - we saw 3 wedding parties on Saturday, they appear to e magnificent occasions, Dilu says his wedding comprised of 1,500 guests! We thought we were being ostentatious with 150!!!!

So that's probably it for now, I may add more later, and some pics too, but I thought it would be nice to get you up to speed a bit! G X