Once we conveyed our decision to the orphange every thing seemd to gear up at an amazing speed. We were told to get all medical tests done at the earliest so that they could proceed with the next steps.
The medical tests are primarily done by the adoptive parents to ensure that they are aware of any medical issues that the child might have before they give a final consent. We went to a local pediatrician whose reference was given to us by a friend. The pediatrician met us and gave us a list of tests we should get done before we make the final call. He also advised us to get an HIV test done though the orphange had provided us with a certificate of the previous test.
The thing about getting medical tests done can be morally quite tricky. Like the orphanage director told us "Would it be your biological child, would you not accept the child with all its medical complications?" While this sounds like a good ideal point of view, we are after all human. And you do want to adopt a more or less healthy child. My personal view also is that if we get into it with open eyes, we would be mentally prepared to deal with what comes out way.
It would also give us an opportunity to spend some time with the child and perhaps get to know him a little better. we were amost beginning to forget what he looked like. So we were looking forward to what ever time we could have with him. we picked the baby up along with an orphange caretaker and took him to a diagnostic clinic where most of the tests were to be done. He seemd quite curious and wonderstuck in the car watching the traffic. But we noted that he was exceptionally well behaved. Even at the clinic if you told him to lie still, he would lie still. If you told him to sit in one place, he did. Except for th time when his blood was being taken with a syringe he generally behave very well.
For us, it was out first opportunity to experience parental pain when we had to console him after his blood donation. By end of the day we were exhausted with the running from one department of the clinic to another and the baby was getting a bit cranky and hungry. While we were happy taht the day ended, we were a bit reluctant to drop him back at the orphange. My husband and I constantly kept telling ourselves not to get too attached but silently admitted to ourselves that it was too late to do so. We were hooked.
And now the wait for the tests began...
The medical tests are primarily done by the adoptive parents to ensure that they are aware of any medical issues that the child might have before they give a final consent. We went to a local pediatrician whose reference was given to us by a friend. The pediatrician met us and gave us a list of tests we should get done before we make the final call. He also advised us to get an HIV test done though the orphange had provided us with a certificate of the previous test.
The thing about getting medical tests done can be morally quite tricky. Like the orphanage director told us "Would it be your biological child, would you not accept the child with all its medical complications?" While this sounds like a good ideal point of view, we are after all human. And you do want to adopt a more or less healthy child. My personal view also is that if we get into it with open eyes, we would be mentally prepared to deal with what comes out way.
It would also give us an opportunity to spend some time with the child and perhaps get to know him a little better. we were amost beginning to forget what he looked like. So we were looking forward to what ever time we could have with him. we picked the baby up along with an orphange caretaker and took him to a diagnostic clinic where most of the tests were to be done. He seemd quite curious and wonderstuck in the car watching the traffic. But we noted that he was exceptionally well behaved. Even at the clinic if you told him to lie still, he would lie still. If you told him to sit in one place, he did. Except for th time when his blood was being taken with a syringe he generally behave very well.
For us, it was out first opportunity to experience parental pain when we had to console him after his blood donation. By end of the day we were exhausted with the running from one department of the clinic to another and the baby was getting a bit cranky and hungry. While we were happy taht the day ended, we were a bit reluctant to drop him back at the orphange. My husband and I constantly kept telling ourselves not to get too attached but silently admitted to ourselves that it was too late to do so. We were hooked.
And now the wait for the tests began...
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