tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35291552198278329732024-03-14T02:39:40.532+08:00Karmic GiftThe journey of our own modern family and Indian surrogacyJeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-61136007539837699772011-03-11T07:43:00.000+08:002011-03-11T07:43:46.592+08:00A message from your Dads<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTcP4v0VIn392IprtqpKudYAic_ehS-lY8T5cj8_XOpdp6-lewn-M_Rm7B_6UKkONNUfNj-O7JJ4mRbvMItYw7uZ3LGfT8iCpyvFeKiy99hghuoY2UVkH1NFo9-Y8gcSutlfk4PEkXEg/s1600/The+Family+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTcP4v0VIn392IprtqpKudYAic_ehS-lY8T5cj8_XOpdp6-lewn-M_Rm7B_6UKkONNUfNj-O7JJ4mRbvMItYw7uZ3LGfT8iCpyvFeKiy99hghuoY2UVkH1NFo9-Y8gcSutlfk4PEkXEg/s200/The+Family+%25283%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This letter was written by Vince and I before we left India. It is meant to be a closure for this blog. There will be no more postings on Karmic Gift. I will however, due to lots of encouragement, be starting a new blog soon. Vince and I thank all of our readers and we hope you have enjoyed following us on this journey. Those wanting information on the surrogacy process are welcome to email us and we will assist where possible.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Dear Willow and Taylor,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You are the result of 20 years of love and commitment between your two Dad's. Two Dad's who met when they were both young and still deciding their own paths in life. After they met they knew that they both wanted a life with each other. They also knew that as much as their love was enough, their was always room for something a little more. A family of their own. They held onto this dream and investigated every possibility and opportunity with an innate passion. Eventually they found a way to create their own family and they pursued it with just as much passion and where successful in fulfilling that element of their lives that was missing. Your arrival filled that void and made them complete. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Both Dad's are lucky enough to have amazing families that have loved and supported them over the years. These are now your families, who at the moment are desperate to meet you and to smother you with love and joy. To accept you into their lives as grandchildren, nieces and cousins. They also have some amazing friends who too are waiting to meet you. All of these people will surround you and Shepard you through life, providing love, guidance and support.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">An amazing gift was given to your Dad's by a lady that they have never met. It was her choice to anonymously provide us with hers eggs to allow us to conceive you. It was also the gift of another amazing lady to carry you and provide you with life. Neither of us have the words to express our thanks to these two amazing human beings. But we need you to know that we are forever grateful to them for the gift that they have given us, in you. There is no denying the commercial nature of your arrival into this world. Ours was a commercial arrangement and we will always acknowledge this. However we tried with all of our might to try and infuse some love and spirit into the whole process. We need you to know that the dollar value of this process will never and can never reflect your worth to us. You are our greatest treasure, our greatest act in life, our legacy.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We decided long ago that we would make a record of this journey and that we would always provide you with as much information as possible. We would not with hold any information and always provide the truth when asked. This blog goes a long way towards that. There are things that were not appropriate to share in a public forum and this information is always there for you should you wish. The blog is also to help others who are investigating surrogacy as a process of having a family of their own. It was also a means of sharing the journey with the family and friends we have spoken of. We hope is meets some of the needs you will have in regards to wanting to know where you came from. It was also meant to increase the understanding of others so that maybe, they could grow to be a little more tolerant.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You have a unique heritage, being born in the country many consider the cradle of civilisation and belonging to one of the world's youngest nations. Your ancestry can be traced back to the 1400's and much of it has been recorded thanks to industrious members of the family. We have decided to always acknowledge your Indian connection but will raise you as little Aussies and to the best of our abilities, as children of the Earth. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ours is a family. Make no mistake about that. You are our daughters. We will love, nourish, protect and shelter you as you go through life. There are going to be times when our family is judged by others and you will be faced with the ignorance of others. At times they may seek to harm you out of their own beliefs or hatred. We can only offer you some advice. We have always lived by the belief that you should treat others as you would like others to treat you. Respect other differences and beliefs and do not judge. At the same time do not allow others beliefs to hinder or harm you. Stand up for yourself and when you need to, trust in the others who do love you. Turn to them for help. They will always be there. No matter what anyone else says we are family. People will come to know this as time goes by. There are so many other unique families out there and through our journey we have met some of them. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We know that our time with you is going to pass quicker each day as we watch you grow. It is only a matter of time before you fly and we just want you to know that we will never hold you down or hold you back. We will encourage you to spread your wings. To take on life's challenge and find who you are. Be who you need to be. We will always be there behind you, watching and loving.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It was always our intent to record this journey as a public and permanent record for you and others. However we also knew that once you were here and home with us that we would no longer continue to make entries. Your lives should be private and our journey as a family our own. It should be your choice on what you want to share with the world. Those around you who need too will be able to follow on as part of you lives. To all those who have followed this journey we offer them thanks on your behalf. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So we say goodbye to Karmic Gift, the story of your beginning and of the creation of our family.</span></strong></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">May the road rise to meet you, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">May the wind be always at your back, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">May the sun shine warm upon your face, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">May the rains fall soft upon your fields, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">And, until we meet again, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">May God hold you in the hollow of His hand</span> </div><br />
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Love, peace and best wishes to you both.<br />
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Dad and Papa.<br />
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</div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-67332745039180614332011-03-09T09:52:00.002+08:002011-03-18T19:18:39.046+08:00Memories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsUovJwziBxJLwQ7OzxSuEJshMuQM-xpJjn5_Wsja4TZ-rxDbvCCI7rUwfvZ7njI9KFs9UuWsnZxNAn7MkbpPiVqsiY6wwhRFrQnXHb6pMAOhdVdTPYXwws6E0e39WPY_TOyWxoxg4fEs/s1600/IMG_0170a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsUovJwziBxJLwQ7OzxSuEJshMuQM-xpJjn5_Wsja4TZ-rxDbvCCI7rUwfvZ7njI9KFs9UuWsnZxNAn7MkbpPiVqsiY6wwhRFrQnXHb6pMAOhdVdTPYXwws6E0e39WPY_TOyWxoxg4fEs/s200/IMG_0170a.jpg" width="200" /></a>Life consists of moments in time, perpetually moving forward until that instant when the moments cease to exist. Moments become memories, never to happen again. We capture these memories with our minds and try to save them with technology in an attempt to relive them. Some moments are so precious that they take precedence above all. Moments can easily be missed or not recognised for the momentous occasion that they are. We are trying to capture all of the moments we are currently experiencing. Trying to slow the pace of time. To savour each moment, good bad or other. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-rob-CHZSyP2fxfkj_KOerEkKlQvbtTtDrEzr9wpWV8UzjwkqbtS_sUFTccUGeYjFlur4U74I8NVcnhyphenhyphenXiHEz1448JF84IjGuMkIYWIylNapuH3Pua4v9AI94LsJaHNw5cPx1ZummE8/s1600/IMG_0186a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-rob-CHZSyP2fxfkj_KOerEkKlQvbtTtDrEzr9wpWV8UzjwkqbtS_sUFTccUGeYjFlur4U74I8NVcnhyphenhyphenXiHEz1448JF84IjGuMkIYWIylNapuH3Pua4v9AI94LsJaHNw5cPx1ZummE8/s200/IMG_0186a.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">The last week has been trying to say the least. After such a dream start things went a little pear shaped. Taylor developed colic and reflux, going all Pro heart on our carpet and furniture. She was screaming for hours at night with neither of us able to console her. Willow decided to try feeding every other hour and to see how much she could take before spilling. Vince started his intensive unit at uni, his last unit for his MBA. He was not expecting to be at uni from 8 til 8 each day, leaving me home with two very upset little girls.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlC630LQeJOynnXg3oZFbWpIglyPn0Z647fPIh08YTQIlnjM5T3Q8wHIsBH5UJMGfyL9DLsUckd2nQfkMy1dEwJKRRh2hSEk3x4j3vTbqa2uTw3-5MBFagdpPZcCltE3-0uussQygtf0/s1600/IMG_0166a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlC630LQeJOynnXg3oZFbWpIglyPn0Z647fPIh08YTQIlnjM5T3Q8wHIsBH5UJMGfyL9DLsUckd2nQfkMy1dEwJKRRh2hSEk3x4j3vTbqa2uTw3-5MBFagdpPZcCltE3-0uussQygtf0/s320/IMG_0166a.jpg" width="320" /></a>Not all moments are positive. Yet even at our worst moments this week we made amazing new memories. Thanks to the grandparents we coped and are getting through it. We had our first visit to PMH and were impressed with the care. We were in and out in less than 3 hours. Taylor has medication to help her reflux and things are settling back to what ever normality we had. So many people shared their experiences and advice with us, which helped us feel less like we were doing things wrong. Most of what we were told we already new, but it was nice to hear it from others. Vince has been amazing. He is so calm and focused when dealing with the girls. He is the most patient man I know. I a learning to control some of the more extreme emotions I am experiencing. I have always been an emotional being. I know that fatigue heightens these emotions and have learned to recognise when I need to step back and recharge. I have also been able to support Vince by trying to ensure that he has been getting the support he needs. But I will be glad when this week is over and I know he definitely will too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Now about those moments that they don't tell you about. I have never been so constipated in my life! lol. It seems that every time I want to go to the littlest room in the house the girls have other plans for me. I never quite get to drink enough myself. Or the fashion faux pas when you get up in the middle of the night and realise that everything is on backwards and in side out. That your shirt has lovely white marks down the back of it. Or that baby vomit is acid enough to cause a lite bleaching affect on some clothing items. That two little human beings can manage to produce an entire hamper of washing in one day and if you don't hang the washing out straight away and leave it sitting in the basket wet that the dyes of some items will run. Often creating interesting patterns on your best shirt. That you do not hold a baby that has reflux up in front of your face because they will vomit in your mouth. I won't go on because I am embarrassed!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I have been able to get out a little with Willow and Taylor. Mostly catching up with work friends and colleagues. I have to admit that I get a thrill out of every one's responses to the girls. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGNvHMkuzFQ2j3XPVpL4CcrQlkZmrZ4M_xu1TRJacYaLhuIXaHGLB8u6AvsIikavYNoxP7GrcjyQlpgjqQKIECwC437d2q4rPgmxbcArX2Lnaa59NOOYkrU9BEqvhbg9joPThbckZLAQs/s1600/IMG_0142a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGNvHMkuzFQ2j3XPVpL4CcrQlkZmrZ4M_xu1TRJacYaLhuIXaHGLB8u6AvsIikavYNoxP7GrcjyQlpgjqQKIECwC437d2q4rPgmxbcArX2Lnaa59NOOYkrU9BEqvhbg9joPThbckZLAQs/s200/IMG_0142a.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhyeUPMsowUzvJpTqv08yo3CtQwOgKBBE9SahaH1hPJwke-ItaCuR9qMyHXlYb5VxVjJErDGOYYrJQ6RnWnROxus6pDvgiF4vqVmTBRnQbHoSlrKG5HxdZIramLptHe5cLpTHOPvACHI/s1600/IMG_0140a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhyeUPMsowUzvJpTqv08yo3CtQwOgKBBE9SahaH1hPJwke-ItaCuR9qMyHXlYb5VxVjJErDGOYYrJQ6RnWnROxus6pDvgiF4vqVmTBRnQbHoSlrKG5HxdZIramLptHe5cLpTHOPvACHI/s200/IMG_0140a.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfNfNrENUR8R6E5TEgb8fgkh4fbKrhsStvh7wrJbRY-yTF_JoCUj2uHGmgds6ijNtIVIidvn1rlPYbQPPT8dDf23S9tceyCFRHyJCYZO3QnvYprpzCqsp6H5xJaoulE3p8eyTx4nyoFA/s1600/IMG_0146a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfNfNrENUR8R6E5TEgb8fgkh4fbKrhsStvh7wrJbRY-yTF_JoCUj2uHGmgds6ijNtIVIidvn1rlPYbQPPT8dDf23S9tceyCFRHyJCYZO3QnvYprpzCqsp6H5xJaoulE3p8eyTx4nyoFA/s200/IMG_0146a.jpg" width="200" /></a> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"> We attended an open day at the Perth Montessori school. The Montessori system has always appealed to us and we wanted to learn more and see what the local school was like. The Perth Montessori takes 0-17 year old allowing children to complete their entire education at one school. We both came away even more committed to giving the girls a Montessori education. Everyone made us so welcome and we love the fact that the school has a very strong focus on community. I am planning to visit the play group in the next month or so. Besides this school we would be happy with our local primary school. Is is one of the older ones in the area and again has a great community feel. Secondary school is another matter. We do not want to send the girls to a religious school. Mainly because at sometime or other they will be told that the love that their parents have for each other is wrong and neither of us wants that. The Montessori system teaches values and tolerance. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Live in the moment and enjoy the memories. J.</div><br />
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</div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-89223697068947872122011-02-28T18:11:00.000+08:002011-02-28T18:11:52.880+08:00Comments<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">This is a public blog and therefore I will leave comments that are simply a statement of belief. The girls can judge for themselves their relevance. However I will remove any comments that threaten any kind of negative act against Willow and Taylor. It would be nice though for people to have courage in their convictions and beliefs and not post comments anonymously.</div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-40078792683579408482011-02-26T18:43:00.001+08:002011-02-26T18:44:21.656+08:00Heat Wave<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Grandpere has been here today finishing off putting ceiling fans in for us. Grandmere baby sat the girls while we attended an open day at the local Montessori school. We were impressed and are going to enrol the girls. But more on that later. Today's topic is the heatwave we are experiencing. The humidity is stifling and the fact that our minimum temperature has not been under 20c for over a week is not helping anyone sleep at night. Even though they are sleeping longer, they are not getting quality sleep and are very unsettled. They are also feeding more to keep hydrated from sweating so much. We have bought a new split system for our living room which is not going in until the 9th March. I think we may well camp in the one room if the weather is still the same after that. So far we have been lucky to keep the dreaded heat rash at bay. Mosquitos are another story. Both the girls have bites everywhere despite using sprays and repellents (not on the girls). We have never had problems with mosquitos inside before. They seem to be everywhere. Tomorrow we are going to put up the net we have.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We were having such a great time catching up with everyone and showing off Willow and Taylor that we forgot one of our other babies. Spike the tennis ball marauder is a typical Kelpie. As long as someone is throwing a ball he will run all day. Yesterday that is what he did. There was a group of very enthusiastic kids willing to throw the ball and he was having a ball (literally). The problem was that we normally limit this to an hour or so because we know what he is like. Of course we never thought and he ran himself to the point of heat exhaustion and we almost lost him. Luckily our friend Louise noticed the change in him and called me. He then collapsed. He got worse and was incontinent and at times non responsive. We cooled him and gave him fluids slowly. We could not get hold of our vet. Mum called our friend Jude who is a vet and she was so great. Jude came over and checked him, gave him some IV fluids and sub cut fluids. By nine thirty he was back on his feet, albeit a little groggy and a little worse for wear. We are keeping him very quiet and hydrated. Being as tired as we were, we were very emotional and Jude was very comforting. We owe Jude big time. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfwk0y5ea0xxDar-2XzHX3pK3hTR2nlI89Q549zyBN66hiSyRSkSjTUi_A7mHGvjM_kHOlZ_ATPRo_QgkTq2Dq_A8Mk2EWs3-pWBzsQoiRlhZxXYKPHsJye2U6EKKZD4l8JVjj-HEZpY/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfwk0y5ea0xxDar-2XzHX3pK3hTR2nlI89Q549zyBN66hiSyRSkSjTUi_A7mHGvjM_kHOlZ_ATPRo_QgkTq2Dq_A8Mk2EWs3-pWBzsQoiRlhZxXYKPHsJye2U6EKKZD4l8JVjj-HEZpY/s200/IMG_0132.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1LyI1x7GnANFXx9BLHo6G4OTYux-glKTgyiC7wRLqOwojSTIRDzaqmlbDTtRxB3JcVEfTkSXkb___EJYzFIueI2RHqWcfGKpPzxDpnQYgW2oZULRRPhyphenhyphenUnw84O7ocNL1x9Mpm90UGHs/s1600/IMG_0134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1LyI1x7GnANFXx9BLHo6G4OTYux-glKTgyiC7wRLqOwojSTIRDzaqmlbDTtRxB3JcVEfTkSXkb___EJYzFIueI2RHqWcfGKpPzxDpnQYgW2oZULRRPhyphenhyphenUnw84O7ocNL1x9Mpm90UGHs/s200/IMG_0134.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We also had a laugh because Spike was continually leaking urine while Jude was treating him. So Vince whacked a couple of the girls nappies under him and we all laughed thinking that we would never have dreamed that we would use them for that. As he began to respond to the fluids and became more aware of himself he was mortified that he was wetting inside. Poor Spikey. So after all the brown dogs during the day, it was our black dog that caused us the most grief. No balls or kongs at the next gathering!!</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Life is never dull.</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">J.</div><div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"></div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-29340665927000298532011-02-20T07:31:00.001+08:002011-02-20T07:45:13.050+08:00Those moments in time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Some people have amazing talents. The girls have been blessed with a number of very special gifts that have been hand crafted for them. I have been overwhelmed with peoples generosity. I know that I need to write thank you cards on behalf of the girls. At the start I was keeping a book with a list of who gave us what. However I soon lost track because there were so many. I will endeavour to sit one day and send cards. In reality it may not happen with how busy the girls keep us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Unpacking seemed to take us almost a whole week. At one stage it felt like someone spewed baby all over the house. Most everthing is now back in it's rightful place and the house is almost back in order . We have had a lot of help from our Mum's who have come and cared for the girls while we get on with it. They have also helped sort cloths, washed and ironed as well. As much as it has been a help having them do all of this, the special moments of watching them with their granddaughters are what we will remember. My Mum has had her first teary call with a tired, overwhelmed son on the end of the line uttering the single word of "help". I think this made her whole week. I know that her arriving and taking two very tired girls and cuddling them until they settled while I found the paperwork I was desperately looking for made my day. I was trying to find the documents I needed to go and get the girls their medicare cards. They now both have Medicare cards and I have registered for the Paid Parental Leave.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Willow and Taylor like so many babies have their night and day mixed up. They sleep all day (despite our constant attempts to keep them awake and numerous cuddles from so many people) and then are waking for almost hourly feeds over night. We have been given so much advice and read all the online blogs, baby sites and even some research, most of all follow a similar theme. We have tried most of the advice to no avail. Time is going to prove the best remedy and we pretty much knew that. Working together as a team we are coping. We are tired and not functioning as well as we would like but we knew all of this. We are managing to get into a routine and are relishing the motivation that these two little human beings are creating for us. For every time we snap at each other (which is rare) there are twice many grins, smile and tears of joy. Amazingly we have still manages a little us time. This might be sharing a quick meal, snatching ten minutes of a movie together or just a quite cuddle and conversation about our daughters! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the gifts we received was a solid 6 hours sleep when Lorissa came and stayed for the night. She volunteered the do a night shift with the girls. Poor thing was doing hourly feeds all night and looked shattered in the morning. We were so grateful and secretly pleased that the girls followed their usual pattern. It meant they weren't just doing it for us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Some of the best moments we have had so far have been those silly little moments when something so simple can make you laugh from deep in your belly. They girls are really good at creating those moments. Like when we went for tea at Grandmere and Grandpere's. Grandmere offered to hold Taylor who was demanding a cuddle while the rest of us ate. Taylor paid Grandmere back with one of the biggest pukes we have seen. It was huge and Grandmere just took it in her stride. Or when Taylor showed us she was a big girl and could hold her own bottle (with the pram's help). These are the moments in time that we are learning to appreciate and treasure. So much has happened and I would love to put it all down for prosperity. But I don't want to miss any of the moments. So unfortunately they have to wait until I can steal away a few moments with the computer. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Today we have some of Vince's family coming to our house to celebrate Uncle Jack's birthday. Everyone is bringing a dish and we have been told that we don't have to do anything, that everyone else will take care of it. That we just enjoy every one's company and let everyone meet the girls. We are looking forward to it. The only thing that is concerning us it that the baby stuff that I mentioned earlier still looks like it has been spewed all over the house and the house needs some serious TLC in regards to dust and fur balls. But hey. We have only been home a week and a bit. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">At least the house will be nice and cool. Yesterday Grandpere came and put ceiling fans in most of the rooms of the house. The evaporative airconditioning does not cope with the humidity. Mumbai was hot but very dry and the girls (and Dad!) are not coping with the humidity. Willow and Taylor were very grateful to Grandpere. Especially because they slept well last night because the fans kept them cool.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We have been home for a week now and are still just settling in. There is still stuff all over the house and we are slowly finding space for everything we accumulated while away. One of our favourite moments since getting home was when we opened the back door after arriving home from the airport. Spike, Bilbo and Maggy never expected us to be there and it took them a few seconds to register who had opened the door at that time of the morning. At this point I should apologise to our neighbours for the noise because Spike and Bilbo both started that excited yelping that only a dog can do. They then did the stationary run action as the tried to gain grip on the floor to race to us. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">During the first week we have had a number of visitors and had a couple of outings. I have said before that we were so lucky having the time to ourselves with Willow and Taylor to bond and become the new family that we are. It also meant that we were ready to see our friends and family and to share our girls. Being as proud as we are there is also a little aspect of showing off. The "look what we did" factor. I have added a few photos to capture some of the special visitors we have had so far. I know the girls aren't even aware of the world around them at the moment. So I really want to capture the moments of love, acceptance, trust and support they have experienced during the past week. I have also added numerous shots to the slide show on the main page.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNfSC5dYxxLbWNvLRXM_2UAKcT0YuNSYb257FUZPod-ZmCu3Zv2wUpgaBqXQ7EzZ8ECJUBHb8crmtPZo5Q8B5oZWxy0Cu5-cJwJ1rA_ljnAScpW0ox2ISveJXvsSXoCfzMa8qqwQ3gXs/s1600/The+Family+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNfSC5dYxxLbWNvLRXM_2UAKcT0YuNSYb257FUZPod-ZmCu3Zv2wUpgaBqXQ7EzZ8ECJUBHb8crmtPZo5Q8B5oZWxy0Cu5-cJwJ1rA_ljnAScpW0ox2ISveJXvsSXoCfzMa8qqwQ3gXs/s200/The+Family+%25283%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghU62Oyp5xM34DKiNlLQbR_W3TZp71oNiJr2khgxHef5N2OlRNNjLlzo27vfu_By1WFMXVz2AVcflAhjTRTRBwA03G8AVUj67HSPyJyElv-tXFKe7a4U5I6X5hVHhVtchfUYkcG4r4dTA/s1600/IMG_0847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghU62Oyp5xM34DKiNlLQbR_W3TZp71oNiJr2khgxHef5N2OlRNNjLlzo27vfu_By1WFMXVz2AVcflAhjTRTRBwA03G8AVUj67HSPyJyElv-tXFKe7a4U5I6X5hVHhVtchfUYkcG4r4dTA/s200/IMG_0847.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLP_7es9Sw_JD6jZg832mzYofKAfgT3Z6g73ep_QEeKJbftxFe-rwSUXq8Y_EkGL8gvxHJRpH-uYc_O0gulVD33DF6wrnk1G1WfI2OPT8oag46uaBB0I94MzHK8nuhuszjbiETX8I81o0/s1600/IMG_0007+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLP_7es9Sw_JD6jZg832mzYofKAfgT3Z6g73ep_QEeKJbftxFe-rwSUXq8Y_EkGL8gvxHJRpH-uYc_O0gulVD33DF6wrnk1G1WfI2OPT8oag46uaBB0I94MzHK8nuhuszjbiETX8I81o0/s200/IMG_0007+-+Copy.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-63756615752968665772011-02-15T23:00:00.001+08:002011-02-15T23:00:47.438+08:00Night and Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2vHJ8osEfdkQWfSX-yaEY1p0H4uVAKKRAbWYKZICQy3cE6-XajVxL0fPUGaAn0dsi9pfc_locLf-ND3zxBYjwsxnmx05L9Lo8_lP4xETK032EKZgUR7NSOnYnArCTGvXuwPhH30uphY/s1600/The+Family+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2vHJ8osEfdkQWfSX-yaEY1p0H4uVAKKRAbWYKZICQy3cE6-XajVxL0fPUGaAn0dsi9pfc_locLf-ND3zxBYjwsxnmx05L9Lo8_lP4xETK032EKZgUR7NSOnYnArCTGvXuwPhH30uphY/s320/The+Family+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a>This has been the longest break between posts for a while. It has something to do with a pair of little girls who have taken over our lives. We have the "new parent" vague look that I have heard about also according to a number of people who have commented as such. We are not quite exhausted, but very tired. Willow and Taylor have their night and day reversed, as is the case with so many newborns. We are working through the various methods of trying to reverse their sleeping patterns. They have so far been resistant to all attempts. So we will persevere and cope as you do. One of the best things about being home is the help that is out there and we are not afraid to seek it. After all the girls come first and we are no use to them if we are dead on our feet. The best thing though is that we are home.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggb8viI38Ib1IjCS6WGcIydnUgs-8JDqilNqdIbrWS_ZDO8GAbR_cPwLAe06r7HoM42CoKGO_gcnL9mHFaPoxElQqhtsig8ClQY_1l6ro065UlylBX-CRIDpDKIJLQ6TE0bXt4Bs1Ajsc/s1600/Grandpere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggb8viI38Ib1IjCS6WGcIydnUgs-8JDqilNqdIbrWS_ZDO8GAbR_cPwLAe06r7HoM42CoKGO_gcnL9mHFaPoxElQqhtsig8ClQY_1l6ro065UlylBX-CRIDpDKIJLQ6TE0bXt4Bs1Ajsc/s320/Grandpere.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The trip home was no where near as bad as it could have been. The only complaint we could make was that we were stung for excess luggage when we checked in. The cost was $A475 dollars and I know that it was wrong. Dad had used his frequent flyer points to request and upgrade for us and we were lucky enough to be upgraded for both legs. We knew the night before we were due to leave and were not concerned about our luggage because the upgrade gave us extra check in weight. All of our bags were only about a kilo over each. When we checked in though the girl checking us in was more interested in making sure that someone was relieving her and checked our luggage at economy weights and also included the travel cot in the weight so we were 12 kilos over according to her and she was not interested in listening. Unfortunately I was also not interested in arguing and did not want to rock the boat. We were already a bit of a novelty and had attracted attention. We had quite an audience. So I paid the bill so that we could get our boarding passes. Then one of the senior staff who was processing the bill realised the girls mistake. They kindly tried to reverse the transaction on my credit card. It took five people and almost 3/4 of an hour to realise that they did not know how to do it. The girls were due a feed by this time and were starting to stir, so I told them to leave it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WPMwkXg9i9VGnKmxO2StPzwb-q0AP-wdoGMvtDG4QruRA7SJ0_TZLGtZ1g5PSusx07639yveIAL0nBEsfcqQOo8lxrwuMOgA6G1znYePJMOISHP5qRt66ZPVVotbzGz85zqSoOGXV6s/s1600/100_0409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WPMwkXg9i9VGnKmxO2StPzwb-q0AP-wdoGMvtDG4QruRA7SJ0_TZLGtZ1g5PSusx07639yveIAL0nBEsfcqQOo8lxrwuMOgA6G1znYePJMOISHP5qRt66ZPVVotbzGz85zqSoOGXV6s/s320/100_0409.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When we got to the immigration desk we were really nervous. Sometimes it all depends on who is serving you. We had a really generous man who complimented the girls, processed us without any questions and wished us luck and a safe journey. Going through security was also a breeze and we were able to move onto the Qantas Club where we had coffee, fed and changed the girls before boarding. At this stage we were very thankful of Pop and his frequent flyer points. When we boarded and turned left instead of right it was a whole new world. We were assisted to settle and then offered drinks. The sky beds were awesome and the massage function very welcome. At this stage Pop was a hero!! The staff on both flights could not help us enough and were very considerate. The girls behaved the whole way and we managed to get a little sleep. We nursed the girls on our chests for most of the trip and just thoroughly enjoyed it. The three course meal was a welcome treat (especially the sweets trolley). We partook of a little champers, which meant that I did doze and without my CPAP machine I annoyed our fellow travellers more that the girls occasional squawk with my snoring. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLg30nkfAGb2WBeIH7nWlrSfxGcgQvqvArqsyjIdz2f7Jm2VPMBmdYtzyu4Mrf6V661jHnASQMz3vCb6mnorKcVmIlWYNGWxWSA82IbTEWzbspNkeo2tDtKR6HfzZ9uD5owLmfPIbmC_0/s1600/100_0419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLg30nkfAGb2WBeIH7nWlrSfxGcgQvqvArqsyjIdz2f7Jm2VPMBmdYtzyu4Mrf6V661jHnASQMz3vCb6mnorKcVmIlWYNGWxWSA82IbTEWzbspNkeo2tDtKR6HfzZ9uD5owLmfPIbmC_0/s320/100_0419.JPG" width="320" /></a>Being the size that I am (oh, and I lost 10kg while away. That makes a total of 21kg since May. Yay me) I was a little concerned that I would not be able to use the toilets to change the girls and unfortunately hand balled this to Vince. Then on the last leg I thought "this is crazy. I have to be able to do it" and tired with success. One more excuse not to change the girls down the drain!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">As we walked through the gate we spotted Grandmere, Grandpere, Grandma, Sandra, Tess, Damian, Geoffrey, Peter, Alison, Jack and Deb, all there to welcome us home. Poor Grandma had been sick and we initially said that it might be best that she not come. Then we said to come but to stand back, use hand gel and were a mask. But when the time came I could not do it to her. The twins had survived 5 weeks in Mumbai. They could survive a desperate grandparent. So I walked up to Mum and place Taylor in her arms. It was one of those moments that would make a chick flick worth it. You know, a beaches moment. We both cried and I could see the absolute pure love and joy flowing from this women who only wants to love and has always needed someone to love. The same was true when Grandpere took Willow and then Grandmere. By this time we had also garnered an audience and we even had strangers coming up to us congratulate us. One lady came up and told us that she had watched us all the way from Mumbai and new that "those girls have been blessed with two amazing loving fathers". I am so glad that we always carry hankies in our pockets.<br />
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Well that was our arrival. I need to go and get a few hours sleep before the girls stir and so will say good night with the promise of another post to come shortly.<br />
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J.</div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-71876163577062846512011-02-10T23:13:00.000+08:002011-02-10T23:13:25.780+08:00We're Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">We are home and it is everything we wanted, expected and more. But, just a single photo tonight. It says so many words. We are so exhausted and are going to bed so I will make another posting shortly. Lorissa has kindly come to do the night shift for us so we can sleep. But this picture as I said says so much:</div><br />
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</tbody></table>J.</div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-29979707815304964362011-02-09T02:59:00.000+08:002011-02-09T02:59:21.404+08:00Thank You India and Farewell<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Today was our last day in India. It has been a long journey, with more ups than downs. We have been blessed and are leaving with our new family. As much as we could not wait to go home, we were a little sad to say our goodbyes today. This country has allowed us to fulfil one of our deepest dreams. It could not be any more different than home, but so similar in others. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLsw3hQ1WO3cTvQ9JkHFqwDcHb3GMVlqk6nk0ofdyfEGqQ8yOKjkfBF6CxLzUYOaT57cMzIZP35juVUJeMKV_XCRbJ2qIxbPn6B2pJ1u-DzXM24nhFZRZM1U2TZwJYH3HVWf7Eioca4Q/s1600/Memuna+Farewell+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLsw3hQ1WO3cTvQ9JkHFqwDcHb3GMVlqk6nk0ofdyfEGqQ8yOKjkfBF6CxLzUYOaT57cMzIZP35juVUJeMKV_XCRbJ2qIxbPn6B2pJ1u-DzXM24nhFZRZM1U2TZwJYH3HVWf7Eioca4Q/s320/Memuna+Farewell+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the thank yous and goodbyes we got to say today was to the wonderful birth mother of our Willow and Taylor. Dr Meenakshi organised a celebratory lunch in our little princesses honour. Invited were another couple from Canada and also Alan from Australia who we have been liaising with via email. We were provided with a delectable feast of local cuisine all home cooked. It was amazing and I went back for thirds with out hesitation. Following lunch we got to see our surrogate and to show her the amazing gift she had afforded us in our two girls. As is her beautiful nature, she allowed us to have some photos taken and we took advantage to get a shot of her with us and the twins. For us this was one of those life moments that you just don't forget. Dr Meenakshi also joined in, feeding the girls and posing for a picture or two. We really enjoyed the moment and it was even more special when we were able to give our surrogate the small token of thanks we had bought. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD2clMpG5OHUjEcQuwcJ7kTnkal3wFfZdAPSMxTr4zQjDXs-46cVoqfHn5Nc-hU-zyKYbHl7JenAjf6ygdrU4W-3Pz75r-80pZ7_2owJ-1lgPsP3syWiaoV_QHdl5mLxli8s4wpTTJnRY/s1600/Memuna+Farewell+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD2clMpG5OHUjEcQuwcJ7kTnkal3wFfZdAPSMxTr4zQjDXs-46cVoqfHn5Nc-hU-zyKYbHl7JenAjf6ygdrU4W-3Pz75r-80pZ7_2owJ-1lgPsP3syWiaoV_QHdl5mLxli8s4wpTTJnRY/s320/Memuna+Farewell+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Earlier we had discussed the possibility of providing ongoing support to our surrogates family. Dr Meenakshi has agreed to organise for us to provide some ongoing support in assisting our surrogates own children to attend school and complete their early education, if our surrogate agrees. We can do this by paying tuition directly to the school. It is up to her and her family whether or not to accept the offer. We hope that we can. If not we have investigated other ways to contribute. We are so lucky and it would be nice to be able to give back a little. So many of our friends are involved in various organisations and it would make us happy to continue our involvement with the growing community of surrogates in India who are simply trying to provide for their families. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuau8m0YdiCplSqG5yFS_3ifxPN-7tX-1f6GxT1PEkq5gA5mLbHHYyp4241_KbMdI1tScIbhKprJmiV8YwTFMtnCBMAa6ovvhnGmpXi0xZGYLKYlLvm3hkyNpDMAdfcYbcJVIELEJsh0/s1600/Dr+Meenakshi+Farewell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuau8m0YdiCplSqG5yFS_3ifxPN-7tX-1f6GxT1PEkq5gA5mLbHHYyp4241_KbMdI1tScIbhKprJmiV8YwTFMtnCBMAa6ovvhnGmpXi0xZGYLKYlLvm3hkyNpDMAdfcYbcJVIELEJsh0/s320/Dr+Meenakshi+Farewell.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tonight we spent a couple of hours packing. It took a while to try and sort out our belongings which seemed to double in the weeks that we have been here. We have managed to fill a whole third suitcase with various purchases. eventually it all fitted. The only concern we have is the actual weight of the cases when we get to the airport. We are both very relieved that thanks to my Dad's frequent flyer points we are flying home business class (unless Qantas decides to revoke our upgrade overnight). It will be nice having the space with the two girls.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We say thank you and take our leave. Unsure whether or not we will be back. Only the future knows that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Night,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">J.</div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-54912064415026094982011-02-05T18:23:00.001+08:002011-02-06T00:10:36.698+08:00FRRO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgau5GfRf1L9bkGFFaeBCp4_PxQUOv7qeiHSJ6YoiHjY-G2V03oAkRs21TvgaTfLbkeZ42MQk1gNoTupC7r2S0cPQfRm6crxwLSEd6nJCuWp24n5wOjIQNkGqAUKdmZzGw-wrE9dUX6S-k/s1600/FRRO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgau5GfRf1L9bkGFFaeBCp4_PxQUOv7qeiHSJ6YoiHjY-G2V03oAkRs21TvgaTfLbkeZ42MQk1gNoTupC7r2S0cPQfRm6crxwLSEd6nJCuWp24n5wOjIQNkGqAUKdmZzGw-wrE9dUX6S-k/s200/FRRO.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://mumbaipolice.org/FRRO/main.htm">FRRO Mumbai</a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Foreign Regional Registration Offices is part of the Indian Department of Immigration. It is where we had to go to get an exit visa approved for the girls. You need a valid visa to enter and leave India. As Willow and Taylor where born here and only obtained Australian Citizenship after their birth they had no valid visa in their new passports. With out one, we could not take them out of India. So it was the final piece in the puzzle before we could bring them home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you have done a Dr Google search on the FRRO you might well have read some of the horror stories that we had. But we were in and out in less than 3 hours. The staff were friendly, if not efficient and were very considerate of us with the babies. Being a Saturday morning it was also a bit quieter. I just made sure i had everything on the list Mike and Youseff gave us and it all went very smoothly. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We thought about changing our flights again, but a couple of extra days is not worth the hassle and cost. At least now I am relaxed. Vince is catching up on some much needed sleep and I am here staring at our girls and shooing off the house cleaning boys who seem determined to clean our room rather frequently of late. I know they love looking at the babies. They all grin and chatter about them as they clean the room. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In our excitement on leaving the FRRO we forgot to take a picture. So this one is borrowed from Dr Google. They also get a bit funny about you photographing government buildings, so there was not many to choose from.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When we get back to Australia I am going to post a guide for dealing with the bureaucratic process based on our experience and the information we have gathered along the way. At the moment I don't seem to have the time between feeds and am really only catching the various mile stones for Willow and Taylor.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now do I clean the bottles next or hang the washing. Nope. Nice cuppa and then a cuddle before the next feed. Cuddle of the girls that is. An earthquake would not wake Vince at the moment. He has taken the brunt of the night feeds for the past couple of days. Tonight I am going to play the night owl. A role that is usually mine anyway. It is usually me on the computer or watching a show at midnight with noddy, plus or minus drool, sitting next to me. He has always said that he can't sleep until I am in the bed and so sits up. I guess sleeping on the couch with a hyper extended neck is much easier. Funny thing is that I actually love him sitting there. It is comforting. From now on though I reckon it will be a race to see who gets to sleep first.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">J.</div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-39899236605441884082011-02-04T18:01:00.000+08:002011-02-04T18:01:15.792+08:00Passports<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look what I've got!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The Embassy called this morning and said the girls passports would be ready for this afternoon. So I took another trip with Mr Singh and look what I've got. <br />
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Tomorrow the FRRO is open and so Mr Singh is picking us up at 8am. Fingers crossed by tomorrow night we will have jumped all the hoops and can then just relax for a couple of days until our flight.<br />
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Going to celebrate now with a stiff Bacardi and a slice of pizza. </div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-89334788847046857242011-02-04T01:32:00.001+08:002011-02-04T09:06:12.309+08:00Our Little Aussies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEike3i2gsy6hDxGxGzSk6PAamlI9WQxgUFR_0uZ8MxipA-bTxqoZx9vldJzEBzS1AR9hzgfWSt1RWgQ7LIH0yi319rhwLsUhC-FtlJBImlR704_2sJYuAFEpwETUIg4a8T5evSoGTGISNI/s1600/IMG_0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEike3i2gsy6hDxGxGzSk6PAamlI9WQxgUFR_0uZ8MxipA-bTxqoZx9vldJzEBzS1AR9hzgfWSt1RWgQ7LIH0yi319rhwLsUhC-FtlJBImlR704_2sJYuAFEpwETUIg4a8T5evSoGTGISNI/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was a great surprise in our inbox this morning. An email from Varun at the High Commission confirming the girls Citizenship by Descent. It included copies of their certificates. I am so glad it was just us here. We both broke into idiotic grins, done our happy dance and started shouting Aussie Aussie Aussie Oy Oy Oy! If we had neighbours they would have quickly turned on the TV to check if Australia had scored in the cricket (honestly they are cricket obsessed in this country). I was on the phone to the Mumbai Embassy and scored an appointment to submit the girls passport applications in the early afternoon. Vince booked our favourite taxi driver Mr Singh and I quickly showered and threw together all the documentation (it is almost as thick as a novel now). It took nearly two hours in the taxi, due to traffic, to get to the Embassy. They were really help full and it only took as long as it took me to complete the forms. They are quite used to surrogacy cases by now and it is quite a smooth process. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can collect the girls temporary passports at 0930am on Monday and then it is off to the Foreigner Regional Registration Office (FRRO) to get an exit permit. Mr Singh has kindly offered his services for the day. I have read horror stories about this place and was a little nervous that it would be the spanner in the works. But Michael and Youseff were kind enough to let Vince tag along when they went, as a reconnaissance mission. The process went smoothly for them and Vince got some great intelligence from his recon. So here's hoping it goes smoothly for us as well. Our tickets have been changed so that we fly out at 1030am on Wednesday the 9th February. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have to say that I am so relieved. As much as it has been so rewarding having this time with just our new family nestled away with nothing to do but get to know one another, home is appealing. We are surviving with what we have accumulated in the unit and it is livable. But is only just an existence. We have to wash every day and are constantly washing bottles. At home we have enough that these can be done with a little more leisure. We also have so many amazing clothes and other items that we could be using. It also means that we do not have to boil the kettle 10 to 20 times a day. We have been a little OCD with using boiled water for everything, but given that the girls are so small and had a little bit of a rough start we owe it to them to give them the best chance of not catching anything. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are also missing our other babies Spike, Bilbo and Maggy. I can't wait for a Spikey hug. Both of us are also really looking forward to lots of hugs and kisses from family and friends. After all it is all about us. the girls might be lucky to get some attention when we get home. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have asked to see our surrogate before we go and we have some gifts for her and her family. Dr Meenakshi has said she will set up a meeting. Let's hope it comes off. We really want to say thank you in person. We also want to show her how much the girls are being loved and cared for. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well this Dad (and Papa) are going to try and catch an hours sleep before the next feed. the way Taylor is groaning, it is going to be a long night again. She has the worst gas and it is so hard to get up. Willow is just a wind machine. Puts her Dad to shame.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d;">AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE </span><span style="color: yellow;">OY OY OY!</span></strong><br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We ventured back to Surya Children's Hospital today for the girls follow up appointment. Dr Kabra was happy with their progress. Both had put on weight and grown a little. They are now both 49cm long and both their heads are 32cm. Taylor at 2.36kg has taken over from Willow at 2.24kg as the heavier twin. We weren't surprised based on how well Taylor is feeding. We also had to take them for their eye follow up and both were normal. The actual test was not very pleasant and we know now why there eyes are a little swollen. But it did not seem to hurt them. They just didn't like the bright light. After another day out and about they were both exhausted when we got home. It was also one of the hottest days we have had since being here and they are like me and feel the heat. So we left them in only their nappies and these little singlets to cool off. They both went out for the count. We both hope they may sleep for a little longer between each feed tonight. Well here's hoping, anyway. <br />
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Night,<br />
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</div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-17718053073192159452011-01-31T23:34:00.001+08:002011-01-31T23:34:57.088+08:00In Sympathy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8NG4WwbMPLb1D2Yhs-7Qp5QY2oYqTXCjde2D2JPsSMExw8Kefrx0IpYj-BDw6mVVDSWkizniGrbX1EEPAnorv9UuxDX-F_8dxY29kz3X1kPdUv2V7Bagnztv_pgNL_KCBCH7yg65KqQ/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8NG4WwbMPLb1D2Yhs-7Qp5QY2oYqTXCjde2D2JPsSMExw8Kefrx0IpYj-BDw6mVVDSWkizniGrbX1EEPAnorv9UuxDX-F_8dxY29kz3X1kPdUv2V7Bagnztv_pgNL_KCBCH7yg65KqQ/s200/IMG_0119.JPG" width="200" /></a>We received some very upsetting news today from our friend Steve. We met Steve very early in this journey when we first came to India and I have spoken of him in a number of posts. He became a friend and we have remained in contact, sharing our journeys, both the ups and downs. He has been so very supportive of us and we have been so excited to hear his progress towards becoming a father. Unfortunately today Steve's twin girls where still born. So we send Steve our heart felt condolences and offer him our love and support as he grieves for his lost angels. Being so far away makes it difficult to offer any support other than to know we are with you in spirit and can only offer our true sympathy. Words seem inadequate to express the sadness we feel. Please know that you are in our thoughts and prayers.<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhto2Z39g5KQNVVYdT9w-6KhB4UkWGJZk_vZiRUb98tQj5FY11tLwQ-LfT972elGGsl5C0kKXPfIzhg-HtJyv-OmkXSqHcHGcboj8-Fdy-E9h8oQE8F522_5WEvgzx-e3V7-atVuhXEVA/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhto2Z39g5KQNVVYdT9w-6KhB4UkWGJZk_vZiRUb98tQj5FY11tLwQ-LfT972elGGsl5C0kKXPfIzhg-HtJyv-OmkXSqHcHGcboj8-Fdy-E9h8oQE8F522_5WEvgzx-e3V7-atVuhXEVA/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: right;">Love, your Aussie Mates</div><div style="text-align: right;">Jem and Vince</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-28253574363644766832011-01-29T22:19:00.001+08:002011-01-30T11:28:00.829+08:00Love and other things....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8qwJSTJhM1fr6udEGK45B5JNTDRrpMfmiKoKzXjHczZRi43-OdAHoQpu9SLmK1BR9zAxPWyu4by_Gz1K0FTXamU5aoghJbFP7oLJiHBrmMtj04dI1Wb9AyZaE54av4oPxeSGDG2z0Vs/s1600/IMG_0753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8qwJSTJhM1fr6udEGK45B5JNTDRrpMfmiKoKzXjHczZRi43-OdAHoQpu9SLmK1BR9zAxPWyu4by_Gz1K0FTXamU5aoghJbFP7oLJiHBrmMtj04dI1Wb9AyZaE54av4oPxeSGDG2z0Vs/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><strong>Tiredness</strong></em>: adj, Exhausted of strength or energy, fatigued.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes we are both tired. It was inevitable and something we knew would be part of this amazing experience. We both wear it as a badge of honour. Who could see it as such a bad thing when at 3am when the rest of the world is asleep, a little human being looks up at you and smiles as the wind in their tummy shifts. Then we look at each other and grin. Well we grin, between the yawns. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbEUZySrB72j6XZupJQ7e8jMV3VJBqEsUIDT3yy7bi7qhBTZ-r-UYAknIeifDURJvAXH6pnoIjZoc5KRnskjtahuqdhZP_MZLPBcbWUZUqdI_W85EmaspVGKp8e0SDZg2oibnWB6_kHfk/s1600/IMG_0724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbEUZySrB72j6XZupJQ7e8jMV3VJBqEsUIDT3yy7bi7qhBTZ-r-UYAknIeifDURJvAXH6pnoIjZoc5KRnskjtahuqdhZP_MZLPBcbWUZUqdI_W85EmaspVGKp8e0SDZg2oibnWB6_kHfk/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><strong><em>Love</em></strong>: noun,<span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"> a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">feeling</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">of</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">warm</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">personal</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">attachment</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">deep</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">affection,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">as</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">for</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">parent,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">child,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">or</span> friend. A<span id="hotword"> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">profoundly</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">tender,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">passionate</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">affection</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">for</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">another</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">person.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><span name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">We are both so in love with our baby girls and have been so overwhelmed with the beginning of our new family. There are so many emotions involved, that the definition above just does not reflect them. Love is innate and therefore pure. At this time in our lives, love again is pure.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvBOz16-kfK5uQcXxxJCEVxsmTHQBFpzmxcfA2NDfwawHcyyvuiG0tNNs30g35-nqJdTvknEd8HB7S72X6hEP36WaViKo1QkIfU6P8ohmCudMAQRU9-rsxb_kcTN86K1LTIs8TzTHhQs8/s1600/IMG_0771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvBOz16-kfK5uQcXxxJCEVxsmTHQBFpzmxcfA2NDfwawHcyyvuiG0tNNs30g35-nqJdTvknEd8HB7S72X6hEP36WaViKo1QkIfU6P8ohmCudMAQRU9-rsxb_kcTN86K1LTIs8TzTHhQs8/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><em>Peace</em></strong>: noun, Inner contentment; serenity.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At home we have a mortgage (well two at the moment), car loans, bills, work and so on. In our little world that is apartment A603 Oritel Serviced apartments Mumbai, they do not seem to exist. We feel at peace and know that these two beings make all of that seem insignificant. They are worth what we will return to. For now we will just enjoy the tranquility that exists in our hearts.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqMNK9dG1uwpec36FsQMBrbE3T9tQQWtoqckic7hyRlb8otsB2yLCP15l_0zGX4TcY2MrT3smbl9YKZhDlC_McubH76K16IlFuNDZZR7i3q8VLKssWd2f2skNYwDer1uU6aBstaoUunw/s1600/Our+Girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqMNK9dG1uwpec36FsQMBrbE3T9tQQWtoqckic7hyRlb8otsB2yLCP15l_0zGX4TcY2MrT3smbl9YKZhDlC_McubH76K16IlFuNDZZR7i3q8VLKssWd2f2skNYwDer1uU6aBstaoUunw/s320/Our+Girls.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I rang the lab doing our DNA test to see if they had received our samples. They were supposed to let us know. Willow and Taylor's samples had arrived but mine was still missing in action. It seems that it may have been held up by the Australia Day public holiday. The 26th January is also a public holiday in India to mark Republic Day. It celebrates the day India adopted democratic government system. They assured me that it should arrive by Monday and that it should only take five days to process. So it seems we are here for another fortnight at least. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are both getting really homesick now and just want to get home. Home to the two dogs, cat and our own bed. To bring the girls home. To their new home. The home that Vince and I have made together and now get to share with our family. We want to introduce the twins to everyone. To let everyone shower them in the love and affection to has been flowing towards them since we first announced their impending arrival. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Youseff, Mike and Zayne at the FRRO after getting Zayne's exit visa</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> On the first frantic morning at the hotel we ventured down to breakfast to try and sort out a means of communicating with Dr Meenakshi so that we could find out were the twins were, when and how we could get to them. As I have mentioned in a previous blog we were both frantic with lack of sleep, adrenaline from the news of two daughters and disorientated from the sudden change in environment. The first person we saw was a white man holding a baby. We all know to never assume as it can make an ass out of u, but I automatically assumed "same-same". This is an Indian phrase that we have picked up for describing two things alike. So with only just a little frantic desperation in my voice I asked "excuse me. Do you know how to connect to the Internet?" while wielding my laptop around. He kindly suggested that I seek assistance from the front desk staff in the foyer, which I acted on immediately. This kind sir was Mike. Once I was connected to the net we went back in to properly introduce our selves. Mike and his husband Youseff were from Canada and had arrived on the 30th of December for the birth of their son Zayne. Over the past three and a bit weeks they have been great company, become friends and helped to make this time both bearable and enjoyable. Last night they were lucky enough to fly home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Willow, Taylor and Zayne</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Watching them go through the bureaucratic process has given us greater confidence that things may progress a little quicker than we anticipated and also eased our minds that we are as prepared as possible. I have often wondered how people make friends that they then visit all over the world. Now I know. This journey has also enabled us to make some great new friends that we know we will keep in touch with and hopefully get to visit in the future. We also hope that they make be able to visit us. Willow and Taylor are also going to have a network of friends that they share a common story with and can tap into should ever they need too.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGclxC0DXJcFfzg5ZloxYFrKvFYLHDoPxWUfmJDfMsAIA7Ladm36-th4DCDDgPNGBKf8R4b-c16xbTEkdsBbxYHFsAQjXMxwCg-zjLv_srHy31bbWFNmoC8eozjhjf7n8y94cDadtqYpI/s1600/IMG_0738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGclxC0DXJcFfzg5ZloxYFrKvFYLHDoPxWUfmJDfMsAIA7Ladm36-th4DCDDgPNGBKf8R4b-c16xbTEkdsBbxYHFsAQjXMxwCg-zjLv_srHy31bbWFNmoC8eozjhjf7n8y94cDadtqYpI/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" width="320" /></a>I have managed to do a little shopping and have collected some adorable outfits for when we get home. This week I would like to buy a couple traditional outfits and some material to take home for Grandma and Granmere so they can make some outfits. Willow and Taylor get 10kg each of check-in luggage and I intend to make sure we use it. I know we can get clothes at home, but here they are very different and many will not be available. I have found that most of the shops in Perth all carry the same stock. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJiRC-cN_DitnrIKccBBPoIdcOZLJ4XrQ9z93Obf_uozmbKrgckdu694xv4RxJ8TmktPkAtUfY1W1iaU5YsiugcmtGTXoj1ehXrT-hldkys5Fcay3nHgRWe18La_RvJQJjRhObhZi7sg0/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJiRC-cN_DitnrIKccBBPoIdcOZLJ4XrQ9z93Obf_uozmbKrgckdu694xv4RxJ8TmktPkAtUfY1W1iaU5YsiugcmtGTXoj1ehXrT-hldkys5Fcay3nHgRWe18La_RvJQJjRhObhZi7sg0/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">We also hope to see our surrogate sometime in the next week or so. Dr Meenakshi has said that it would be possible. We know that she is back with her family and doing well. We can't wait to introduce her to the twins and to express our eternal thanks for the gift to us. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Well it is near seven o'clock and I had better think about feeding myself before the girls start demanding their next feed. One of the positive side effects of spending time in the NICU is that both of them can sleep through anything. But when they wake up they usually wake with a bang and want things done then and there. They also developed a fairly regular routine and so it is a little easier to predict when that is going to happen. So far we have been able to problem solve each issue as it arises and seem to be coping well. We just need to work out how to take naps during the day. Something neither of us is used to or very good at. I am thinking though that it will get easier as we get more and more tired.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">We are both anxious to have the girls weighed to see if they are gaining weight. Our follow up appointment is on Tuesday. They are both feeding well and demanding more each day. They are both peeing and pooing and doing everything they should. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">We want to congratulate Tony and Immy on the birth of daughter Indie.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Night.<br />
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PS: Happy Birthday Grand pere and Happy Wedding Anniversary Grand mere and Grand pere <br />
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Love and best wishes <br />
Jeremy, Vince, Willow and Taylor</div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-19818344862013470142011-01-25T03:30:00.003+08:002011-01-25T03:44:49.442+08:00Willow's Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNX9JDrME_YcLZO0DOwPDkky8A4VLkowQgb1wRUj8eU7DKNLDPSXIh1pBx-kqrSg3aTANR8DbuEVbcOBTAXf8xabWIVdN-7IKbgY-6NPcWyOWGrQ9xlgKTlIa5JrhbnJQCNZXkq3S6qU/s1600/Willow%2527s+Home+Coming+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNX9JDrME_YcLZO0DOwPDkky8A4VLkowQgb1wRUj8eU7DKNLDPSXIh1pBx-kqrSg3aTANR8DbuEVbcOBTAXf8xabWIVdN-7IKbgY-6NPcWyOWGrQ9xlgKTlIa5JrhbnJQCNZXkq3S6qU/s320/Willow%2527s+Home+Coming+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well everything went as planned and Willow came home with us today. It was a repeat of the day Taylor came home, with just as much emotion and joy. We came home to the hotel and introduced her to Mike, Youseff and Zayne. Then we took her upstairs for her first bath and feed. Vince bathed her while I sorted out all of the paper work we got, to make sure we did not lose anything. Willow's first feed took nearly an hour to get her to take just 25mls. At the NICU they have been cup feeding her and she tires very quickly with the bottle. Taylor was the same for the first couple of days. The good thing is that Willow now weights 2.19 kg and has been gaining weight. It is going to be a long night because we are both so nervous for her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS1J1ypL07wErgZ8aRV26JbuZrOjMQSGcf0jfbctBKHeB8EP2HOgii3sKKibsxfxsb3c8A-sFetI4WI6wWhXESJoz9ABCG6hriLzjyNIMHhHPVzbZ50h-bhkt15oRPTtVjVF10vtLpXaI/s1600/Willow%2527s+Home+Coming+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS1J1ypL07wErgZ8aRV26JbuZrOjMQSGcf0jfbctBKHeB8EP2HOgii3sKKibsxfxsb3c8A-sFetI4WI6wWhXESJoz9ABCG6hriLzjyNIMHhHPVzbZ50h-bhkt15oRPTtVjVF10vtLpXaI/s320/Willow%2527s+Home+Coming+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had to get more medications for Taylor so we asked the Guys to join us for an outing to Hiranandani Garden. We got the tablets we needed and had a quick look around the small village of shops. I managed to buy some little shoes for our god daughter, who's birthday it was while we were away, to add to her birthday present for when we get home. Then we decided to have dinner at a restaurant before returning home to Skype the grand parents. Willow took it in her stride much the same as Taylor did on her first night out. She just would not take the bottle. Vince is so very patient that he just kept offering it to her and she eventually took enough for us not to worry. For her third feed I did have to cup feed her after she only took 20mls. She took nearly 50ml in total using the cup instead of the bottle. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are spending a great deal of time just staring at them tonight and I don't envisage us getting a lot of sleep. Mostly because we just want to hold them and lay with Willow. She is still quite flat. Well compared to Taylor. Taylor is sleeping between feeds (as long as you get all of her wind up). She is starting to interact more and definitely knows her routine. She gave her first Diva performance today while Vince was waiting for me when I was in feeding Willow before we could leave. She gave a real performance for everyone in the waiting area. There are no problems with her lungs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I got all of the mushy stuff out of the way with this mornings post. But to Willow herself, we love and adore you and are so glad you are with us. Again, this record of your arrival is our gift to you. So you know where it is you came from. You, along with Taylor, complete your Dad and Papa.</div><br />
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J.</div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-84095915215520092572011-01-24T09:44:00.003+08:002011-01-24T09:48:33.171+08:00Willow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOOY0u3j-vBVgixQ0mytTvL-4TFSiBVEKXzt_vMq91zkx25inpf7wrnP72spgavir4c3ZSpg2IcmopQXKbawSV_uyPHoHbR2HgzoNU3U1OABPyzgHS2Y_fObPn2S4fk3WhKzZ_yte0lo/s1600/Willow+Tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOOY0u3j-vBVgixQ0mytTvL-4TFSiBVEKXzt_vMq91zkx25inpf7wrnP72spgavir4c3ZSpg2IcmopQXKbawSV_uyPHoHbR2HgzoNU3U1OABPyzgHS2Y_fObPn2S4fk3WhKzZ_yte0lo/s1600/Willow+Tree.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today is all about Miss Willow as we welcome her home, to join the fold that is now the Moore-Mazoue clan. We both woke early again today with the wonderful feeling of anticipation. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been asked a number of times now where we got the name Willow. Taylor Louise comes from my Mum, Louisa and Taylor was her Mum's middle name. Raymonde is Vince's Mum's name.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Willow is from the TV show Buffy. Buffy was and still is one of Vince and I favourite shows and we both loved the character Willow. It also happens to be the name of my favourite tree. I associate Willow's with magic and fairies, with beautiful English landscapes and tranquility. It is also know in some folklore as the tree of enchantment. The Willow is associated with the elements of water and the moon. It is also associated with femininity, love and healing. We are getting ready to collect our little bundle of feminine joy who, along with her sister, has enchanted us and mended our hearts by giving them something even more precious to love.</div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-72237395063460369502011-01-23T01:17:00.001+08:002011-01-24T00:47:45.116+08:00EDOD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Tonight I just wanted to mark the occasion that today Willow and Taylor would have been 36 weeks and today was their expected date of delivery or EDOD. Instead they have been with us for 2 weeks and four days. We were told today that Willow can definitely come home on Monday.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My trip to Delhi went well. Infact it went so well I really having nothing to write about. I was nervous, but felt that I coped well. The flight was uneventful and the Commision staff were really helpful. I found Delhi a great deal cleaner than Mumbai and it looked a lot easier to navigate. I only managed to see a little from the various cab trips. One of the drivers took me on a bit of a tour for an hour or so. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So my DNA has been done. Now it is just a matter of waiting for the application to come through.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A number of people have sent me links to the following story:</div><br />
<a href="http://au.news.yahoo.com/queensland/a/-/latest/8694647/gay-couple-wins-right-to-parent-surrogate-twins/">Gay couple wins right to parent surrogate twins</a><br />
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It was heartening to read. This is our next bastion to overcome when we got home. Thanks to those who have gone before us. <br />
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J.</div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-30487239786062141552011-01-20T23:21:00.002+08:002011-01-21T00:29:48.700+08:00Home Coming<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">On Tuesday the Australian Panel Doctor Dr Jayant Rele kindly agreed to come to the hospital and take the girls DNA test. I arranged with Dr Kabra for him to be able come and it all went to plan with everyone being so helpful. The girls had to have a heel stab similar to that needed for Guthrie's screening test done on newborns in Australia. It was all very official. The best thing was that it was one big step completed. Both the girls howled and showed that there was definitely nothing wrong with their lungs. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday morning we got up earlier than usual. I made one last pass over all of the documents we had amassed for the girls citizenship applications and then bundled them up into a satchel. We had booked our usual cool cab driver to come earlier as well. This was so that we could make a quick detour into Hiranadani Garden on the way to the hospital to send the applications by courier to the High Commission in New Delhi. I could have taken them with me when I fly to Delhi on Friday. Instead we felt that if we sent them earlier by courier, if anything was missing they could let us know and I could collect what was needed to take with me. Varun at the Commission also agreed that this was a good idea when he contacted me on the Tuesday to confirm an appointment for 230pm on Friday to have my DNA test done (after which I booked my ticket with Kingfisher Airlines to fly out 7 am Friday and back that night at 6pm, giving me a total of 9 hours in Delhi). I am just praying that it is not a heel prick!!! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So we were as organised as we could be. Off we went to Hiranandani and found Blue Dart DHL Couriers. We had read about them on a couple of other peoples blogs and thought they would offer us the best chance of getting the documents to Delhi. Turns out that we made the right choice. When I walked through the door the guy said straight away to me "Australian High Commission?". My shoulders must have dropped 10 inches as the weight of the world melted away. He then went on to say the Mr Varun must be getting old because he had been sending documents to him regularly for the last five years. I'm not sure if Varun would have appreciated this. I sure was comforted that the process has been happening for so long. it could only mean that practice makes perfect. So we can highly recommend Blue Dart as a courier. I even got to have a little conversation about the cricket. Always a favourite topic, Not! But hey, it helps to get along with people. You can track your parcel and I was even more impressed that it arrived exactly when they said it would. All for 400 rupee.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rJfZNk-N5VpadQqWCbBJ1kyG274TZZpKKpphaGyJp_JFZ-qJTte9MgN7n65LxAoXZIGu3NQg-x5bEo8AISxvBkEVqWafjnifEzkXomJQVRb8DopAJUHUBe1g9B9xoLo4cFN99gfyYLw/s1600/The+NICU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rJfZNk-N5VpadQqWCbBJ1kyG274TZZpKKpphaGyJp_JFZ-qJTte9MgN7n65LxAoXZIGu3NQg-x5bEo8AISxvBkEVqWafjnifEzkXomJQVRb8DopAJUHUBe1g9B9xoLo4cFN99gfyYLw/s200/The+NICU.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After Hiranandani we headed off to Santa Cruz the suburb where Surya Children's Hospital is. The scenery on the way has become quite familiar, even though every day we seem to take at least on little detour from the usual route. We made it to the hospital a little earlier than normal. The hospital has a number of different units which all branch off a central stair well. The girls are in the NICU on level 2. Along the wall of the stair well is a long bench seat where all of the parents congregate and wait for their turn to visit. The bench also serves as a storage locker for your shoes, which you have to take off before entering the unit. We have been privileged to be able to visit at the same time each day, outside of normal visiting hours. This is so that we respect the norm of men not being in the unit while Mums were feeding. At least that is how we understood it. So there is never really a big group here when we arrive. As we leave there is usually a large crowd of anxious parents wanting to get in. Every day there has been something different happening and the place is always so busy. So anytime we have had to spend waiting has always flown by. Some faces have also become familiar each day. I know we stick out like a sore thumb! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Having got there even earlier than usual, there was no one there and it was to early to go in. So we had time to sit there and talk. Turned out that we both had jitters in our stomach. Jitters caused by excited anticipation. Was this going to be the day that one of our little angels would come home with us. We had a bag all packed with ever thing we needed. We talked about how it was going to be hard to leave one behind. Then we both realised we needed to pee (nerves we guessed). Such a simple thing in India is not always easy. Not every where has toilet facilities. We new the hospital would and we managed to find the restroom. Anyone who has been to India will understand why I mentioned this. After a short time Dr Kabra called us into his office. He told us that Taylor was definitely being discharged today. I know we must have looked like two little kids who had gotten away with nicking a cookie from the jar. He went over how everything had to happen. What we needed to know about caring for Taylor. Then he completely surprised me by telling me that someone from the staff in the NICU had entered my name into google and this blog had come up. He said that he had read it and enjoyed it and that I wrote very well. I was a little embarrassed, but grateful. So I now make mention of Dr Kabra and all of the staff at Surya Childrens Hospital. Hoping that they may read this:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Vince and I are eternally grate full to all of the amazing Doctors, Nurses and others at Surya who have cared for our darling daughters. When we knew the girls were so premature and had been admitted to a different hospital we were so very anxious. The team at Surya soon allayed those fears with their professional care of these very special human beings. You made us feel welcomed and showed amazing compassion to those who are now the most treasured thing in the world to us. We can only thank you from the bottom of our hearts and wish everyone the best.</li>
</ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once I had settled Taylor's account and we had fed Willow the nurses asked us to wait outside while they got Taylor ready to go home with us. Then the moment arrived and they handed us this little bundle. After this long post I can honestly say that I cannot describe our emotions. So I will simply post a picture:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mr Singh (our regular driver) got quite shock when we walked up to the taxi holding a baby. We had forgotten to tell him that one of the girls might come home. He drove so carefully on the way home. Neither of us spoke the whole way home. We just starred and smiled. We very so happy that we gave Mr Singh double our normal tip. He has been really great to us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When we got back to the hotel our new found friends Mike and Youssef and their son Zayne were waiting for us. Youssef kindly filmed our arrival which is a great little memento to have for Taylor. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We sat in the foyer with the Boy's, as we call Mike Youssef and Zayne who are a new family much like ours. Knowing that they understood this moment for us made it even more special and we were so glad that they were here to share it. Then we took Taylor up stairs, praying that the Internet gods were going to let us Skype some very excited people back home. We spent most of the afternoon sharing our daughter with the world. We also got to change and feed her in a relaxed environment. Taylor was a star and our first night could not have been better. There was only the one sad fact. Willow was now on her own. Our hearts were with her as well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Much to Grandmas' frustration. We actually took Taylor out on her first night out on her first night home. We went out to a cafe called Indigo Cafe to help celebrate Youssef's birthday (which is today, so a big Happy Birthday). The trip to the cafe was like a mini tour of Andheri as our driver struggled to find the place. It is tucked away in a little back street. We were an hour late, but who cared. The cafe was worth the wait and the company was awesome and we had a fantastic night. the cafe serves beef and alcohol so this little carnivore was in heaven. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So that is the story so far. Tomorrow morning I fly to Delhi. Willow will have to make do without us for the day because we cannot take Taylor back into the NICU. The guy's have kindly offered to sit for us but Vince wants to stay at the hotel in case I need him and seeing that the computer is our best line of communication. Taylor is being fed by Papa as I type. So I am going to sign off and go pack my bag. Put all the paper work together (yes more paper work). Then snuggle with Taylor and Papa for a while until her next feed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have said many times now that this blog is meant as a record of the journey we have taken to achieve our Family. That it is a record for Willow and Taylor to know where they came from, how much they were wanted and how much they are and will always be loved. So Taylor I hope this story makes you smile one day. I know that my cheeks ache with smile that has now not left my face for the past two days. Willow you will never know how hard it was to leave you. But we know you are doing so well and will be with us soon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RHHfwblkmDJVV6YEe_M9NHJC7hPU63dQr9Yndxk9SzPNe8aFQJ_ETrS_mZl-xRzbHJFUJ_Ojb-sq66rteVhSBcfJaA9ZNHzlpJs_5p1Xx4DNBW7Q_4IU-Y0dfkwalf5Dt2RFHYkvqw0/s1600/IMG_0653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RHHfwblkmDJVV6YEe_M9NHJC7hPU63dQr9Yndxk9SzPNe8aFQJ_ETrS_mZl-xRzbHJFUJ_Ojb-sq66rteVhSBcfJaA9ZNHzlpJs_5p1Xx4DNBW7Q_4IU-Y0dfkwalf5Dt2RFHYkvqw0/s320/IMG_0653.JPG" width="320" /></a>For those contemplating this path I say it again. Don't let anyone put you off. How can this feeling of love be wrong. I only hope that what I have been sharing helps you to achieve this feeling of pure love.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">J.</div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-19239537546238018542011-01-18T00:25:00.002+08:002011-01-18T00:34:35.370+08:00Reunited<div style="text-align: justify;">On the way to the Hospital today we got a call from Dr Meenakshi's Lawyer, Pratik. He was contacting us to assist with the citizenship process. It turns out that I should have trusted my instincts. Lost in translation is a real phenomenon. I should have had my DNA test done in Australia before the twins were born. Also if the girls were born to plan and delivered at Hiranadani Hospital they would have had their DNA done there. Because they were born at a smaller hospital and then transferred to the NICU at Surya Children's hospital a panel Dr appointed by the High Commission has to do the test. There was also a problem with our contract and some documents missing. Pratik has shown us what we need to collect and he will finish the paperwork certification tomorrow. Things would be a great deal easier if the Mumbai Embassy could process these applications. Hopefully the Federal Government will recognise the increasing number of Australians using surrogacy in Mumbai and improve the service. Even with the current trend in criminalising commercial surrogacy amongst the states I think people will find a way to come.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Note to anyone going down this path, follow the guidelines on this page <a href="http://www.india.embassy.gov.au/ndli/vm_surrogacy.html">Children born through Surrogacy Arrangements applying for Australian Citizenship by Descent</a>. It pretty much list exactly what is required from the Immigration Department. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After this afternoons session with Pratik I feel a whole lot better. We just about have everything we need for the twins citizenship applications. So I can fly to Delhi on Thursday with a complete application pack for each of the girls. The Dr Rele who needs to do the DNA test for the girls in Mumbai also called today and has kindly offered to come to the hospital and do the girls test there so that the process can get moving. A little persistence and patience has paid off. I am good at the persistence, not so much the patience.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-9snyt8ojJH9det3rnDwnC-ztbkKesaGRtFDqOS1akLGWS5jDQSGFzSl6ECyWNiyaYnhKBNcerYfK8sj4HBkIKi08uMTj-uwO0h5DJnz1fmgYFuDA_FrmrgezVmQS5HfqzIDdY0yYNSU/s1600/Day+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-9snyt8ojJH9det3rnDwnC-ztbkKesaGRtFDqOS1akLGWS5jDQSGFzSl6ECyWNiyaYnhKBNcerYfK8sj4HBkIKi08uMTj-uwO0h5DJnz1fmgYFuDA_FrmrgezVmQS5HfqzIDdY0yYNSU/s320/Day+14.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">We only got to spend a short time with Willow and Taylor today because we had to shoot off and collect documents ready for when Pratik came in the afternoon. When we walked into the unit we were both excited to see that they had put the girls back together. They were reunited at last. Meaning that they are happy that Willow was no longer contagious or a risk to Taylor. They looked so peaceful cuddled up next to each other. They were so settled we did not want to disturb them.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">On the way back from the hospital today some really young children were begging amongst the traffic. It is so hard to say no to their requests for money, but everyone advises not to. Mainly because they don't usually get to keep it, as someone is waiting to collect it from them. We had lollies and chocolates in our bags today and it was joyous to see the smile on their faces as we handed them over and watched them devour them with the same obvious joy. Out taxi driver got a little annoyed though because they literally swarmed the car. It was worth it. Tomorrow we are going to by some more chocolates.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">The Internet connection at the hotel has been especially bad today and so we have not been able to communicate as much as we have been. Emails have taken about 2 to 3 minutes each to download and upload, if at all. Facebook and Skype have been hit and miss. SMS messages were also a little hit and miss. Pratik also wanted to connect the the little printer we bought at a market and it would not pair with his laptop. He had to keep swapping back and forth between his laptop and mine. So it seems technology was not meant<span style="background-color: white;"> to be today. This post may or may not upload tonight. Normally this would frustrate me (and Vince may say that it has) but at the moment I couldn't care less. Today I seen our two angels back together and I was able to express my concerns and have them validated. Seems that I am a little more Cameron from Modern Family than I care to admit. I have had a lady from Qantas tell me to "calm down love" and today I had a lawyer tell me to "Cool. Cool Jeremy. Sorry Chill. Chill Jeremy". So I have. Vince made me a hot chocolate and now I am going to go to bed and sleep a little easier.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68d2kABgBbFhCE9QnkEe0yN2Cig6M7ReV6gsoTG2JCRXCx4Lg2CFJXQzAU7grnBjUWetEmx1Qc0Jt76PQAbCXdEfmj-NW_X82R0ThnDx8XK7ESPXItZ4qphriOdCLxeW6ZFNzVO0QGuQ/s1600/Willow+Passport+%25282%2529C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68d2kABgBbFhCE9QnkEe0yN2Cig6M7ReV6gsoTG2JCRXCx4Lg2CFJXQzAU7grnBjUWetEmx1Qc0Jt76PQAbCXdEfmj-NW_X82R0ThnDx8XK7ESPXItZ4qphriOdCLxeW6ZFNzVO0QGuQ/s320/Willow+Passport+%25282%2529C.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-91425510234174842012011-01-15T19:20:00.002+08:002011-01-16T10:42:28.453+08:00My Turn<div style="text-align: justify;">We decided to have newborn screening done on the girls while they are in hospital. Unfortunately it means that Taylor won't be home with us until Wednesday. She has also lost a little weight, down from 1.89 to 1.7kg. So she needs to gain a little weight again. Willow has dropped from 1.98 to 1.87kg. But after today I am not as worried about her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today I got to hold Willow for the first time and then also give her a bottle. I welled up big time and had tears streaming down my face. The nurses all laughed again. These experiences are the best and even more than anyone could have explained. Poor Vince never got to hold Willow because he was feeding Taylor and only just managed to capture the above shot. Willow has a really strong sucking reflex. She just needs to be able to stay awake long enough to feed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The only problem we had was that Willow still won't open her eyes. This meant that we could not get a photo for her passport. So we will have to try again tomorrow. I hate having to use the flash on them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">For those following this blog that are thinking of following us down this path. I have to say that the Oritel has grown on us. It is actually a great place to stay. It has everything you need relatively close. If not in walking distance, then only 10 minutes away by rickshaw. There are plenty of shops that stock baby stuff like nappies, wipes, soap, clothes etc. You just need to bring your formula with you. They are building up a number of regular taxi drivers who are getting to know the various spots you need to go (and the main shopping malls). They have a hotel car you can hire that is reasonable. If you are as lucky as we have been, you may also meet people that will become great friends :o). The girls will also soon get to meet their first friend. He's quite cute too! and very well behaved. <br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Piglet and his family of 8 or so love to congregate outside our window. They don't seem bothered by the cows that wander past or the occasional herd of goats that are driven past by their shepherds. Even the pack of dogs all seem to get along.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If all went to plan Willow and Taylor would have been 35 weeks today. Instead they are 1 week and four days.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Happy 40th Birthday to my Cousin Corinne.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">J & V</div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-64776741939947623852011-01-14T21:25:00.001+08:002011-01-15T11:22:49.179+08:00I'm ready for my close up....<div style="text-align: justify;">Today was a great day. Well mostly. Dr Kabra told us that if nothing changes Taylor can come home to the hotel on Monday. We managed to get a photo of her that we can now use for her citizenship application and passport. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The other good news was that Willow's lumbar puncture was all clear. They also took out her oro-gastric tube and gave her her first oral feed. She took it in her stride. Now she just needs to finish her IV antibiotics and show that she can tolerate the feeds. Dr Kabra said maybe another 5 days or so.</div><br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It looks like I am going to have to fly to Dehli on Tuesday to have my DNA test done because the High Commission has insisted that it be done there. I am really annoyed that I have to leave Vince and the girls and fly across the country. I was so upset that after giving them a fairly good reason to let me have the test done here with the twins that they still said no (and i know they have done in the past) I wrote to the Immigration Minister to complain. I also sent it to the shadow Minister for good measure. I have heard of letters to the Health Minister for a lot less during my time working in the public health system So I thought bugger it, I'm going to complain. Guess it won't eve be a blip on their radar. Let's just hope all runs smoothly while I'm gone. I know Vince will be fine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Night,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">J.</div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-60021849691122878732011-01-13T21:21:00.000+08:002011-01-13T21:21:11.518+08:00Miss Willow<div style="text-align: justify;">Taylor has been the star for the last few days. Today she was quite content to sleep and did not want to be disturbed. Willow was on her back for the first time this week and we could see her beautiful little face. So it was her day today. She is looking much much better. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdZ3QXEDd38PH1sk4pXGvuTSgyJ6NcS0182Jmii6Nw-8ibRIiz55pjNKopK31sWR_U1QpSGdSFHfMdzaSEAKEU0JPcnJUrzuXjIehmb5bSasZh1Xd7BpyYxynN7qNDA-O-MCDRDyLutc/s1600/Willow+Day+10+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdZ3QXEDd38PH1sk4pXGvuTSgyJ6NcS0182Jmii6Nw-8ibRIiz55pjNKopK31sWR_U1QpSGdSFHfMdzaSEAKEU0JPcnJUrzuXjIehmb5bSasZh1Xd7BpyYxynN7qNDA-O-MCDRDyLutc/s320/Willow+Day+10+%25285%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyznf-Xp1f8t-2zEMQVr0uwnIk4tYIBLsYMoaDn9BJlv5v7NEhnU20x52qnHCz8BCzUXzOf49ne7CA0jO6T28AgZiH9-RuGUqc_4cUl6YGtHL6ceo8uTl4VSpeEMOAvC7n-CD5l9gwg4I/s1600/Willow+Day+10+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyznf-Xp1f8t-2zEMQVr0uwnIk4tYIBLsYMoaDn9BJlv5v7NEhnU20x52qnHCz8BCzUXzOf49ne7CA0jO6T28AgZiH9-RuGUqc_4cUl6YGtHL6ceo8uTl4VSpeEMOAvC7n-CD5l9gwg4I/s320/Willow+Day+10+%25284%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529155219827832973.post-63963140204574655502011-01-12T02:13:00.000+08:002011-01-12T02:13:53.316+08:00Two Steps Forward<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlJZmuIpPK1meh52-0WRArKgAoTjLmJqg5L_ROMZVsBf7cL2t3UHg7HSrin-e7OJzuV8uxwfKljG9jZ3Woir4QKpoQPp7iVD25NxPhDLBkcnYTDfygebvkqKSRASiWlKe0bvVd4BTMMc/s1600/Willow+Day+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlJZmuIpPK1meh52-0WRArKgAoTjLmJqg5L_ROMZVsBf7cL2t3UHg7HSrin-e7OJzuV8uxwfKljG9jZ3Woir4QKpoQPp7iVD25NxPhDLBkcnYTDfygebvkqKSRASiWlKe0bvVd4BTMMc/s320/Willow+Day+4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Willow was doing better today and we know now that she has an infection because her blood cultures were positive and it is being treated with IV antibiotics. She is moving and even crying (even though it took the nasty Doctor sticking her with a needle to make her). She also looks a little stronger and her colour is much better. They will continue to feed her by drip for the next 2-3 days just to make sure her stomach is OK. So we have to make do with stroking her gently and whispering to her. The fact that she is holding our fingers again also calmed us considerably.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-498ZmYyUbkhqcFWGy7QfOW6ZsTneOtQ6eWZgANpsDKcd3s-HsEtfEfIX1vfF51socztvUkWrtd7zAXuAv60hjk12ySyYG6uPwb5DxqcQufFKFWmMI3aQHmx1sLymOxpyHkD6_JaBiI/s1600/First+Feed5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-498ZmYyUbkhqcFWGy7QfOW6ZsTneOtQ6eWZgANpsDKcd3s-HsEtfEfIX1vfF51socztvUkWrtd7zAXuAv60hjk12ySyYG6uPwb5DxqcQufFKFWmMI3aQHmx1sLymOxpyHkD6_JaBiI/s320/First+Feed5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Taylor is moving ahead leaps and bounds. She is managing to suck from a bottle and even managed a power chuck all over herself and Dad the first time he fed her (twice). Yesterday was the first time we got to hold her and feed her. Needless to say we both melted, cried and generally acted like big sops. She did all the right things and apparently so did Dad and Papa because the nurses were happy for us to try again today. Unfortunately the way things are going we may be bringing Taylor home first with out Willow. But we will cross that bridge when we come to it.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Today was also a great day because the girls official birth certificates were delivered to the hotel. So they are now officially Willow and Taylor and have a piece of paper to prove it. Now we have almost all of the documents required to make the application for citizenship for them. Hopefully tomorrow we will get the final letter needed from the Doctors. Then we can courier off the applications to New Delhi. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Night.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">J.</div>Jeremy Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06667436897000256319noreply@blogger.com2