The day before the PA arrived was a tough day for me. We were on day 8 with no word. We had been holding this enormous secret for SOOOOO long and I was just exhausted. I was ready for the burden to be lifted. No word.
That afternoon I called CCAI to talk to them about their medical mission trips and how I might best serve- if they could even use me (ER nurse). I was transferred to Xiao (yes I love the name) in that area to discuss specifics since she was the one to talk to.
We started talking about the Lilly Orphan Care Center and the different ways that medical personnel are used. For this specific area it sounds like more of a consulting role- teaching the staff what to look for, how to use tylenol and motrin appropriately, when to take the babies for further evaluation etc. I explained to Xiao that I was indeed interested in going to the Lilly Orphan Care Center because my son started out there.
I was not expecting anything that followed!
She asked me what my son’s Chinese name was. When I told her, her response was, “Oh yah, I know your son! I took him to the New Hope foster home myself. He was with me from LouHe to Beijing. As a matter of fact I just got back last week from over there and I saw him. He is getting fat and happy. He isn’t the same baby.”
Through the tears I thanked her for all that she does and told her that I was sure that we would be talking again soon about the project. Honestly the rest of the conversation was a bit of a blur. I was too busy reaching for tissue.
The next day our PA and 797C arrived in the mail.
God knows me personally and is taking care of me through this emotionally tough time. I called to forget myself and my troubles by planning a medical mission trip- forget yourself in the service of others. I know he was looking out for me- especially on my hard day!