Archive for April, 2009

More drama

Did I mention that Bruiser had a major seizure about 2 weeks ago on his first birthday? In fact, I think I neglected to do my typical ‘kids’ birthday’ post, because I was too busy trying to figure out how to handle his massive seizure.

Well, yesterday there were 2 of them. One at nap time (this is a first for us – we’ve never dealt with a seizure except at night) and one after bed time. His first seizure lasted well over the 3 minute threshold. Had I not been so confused that it was broad daylight and this was happening, I would have given him the diazepam when I noticed the seizure signs. As it was, I was convinced it was just a nightmare or tummy ache. After all, my kids only have seizures at night. (Until now.)

His evening seizure was typical, but also lasted longer than we’re used to. By the time we got the diazepam out and ready the seizure was ending. Today hubbs is making all the necessary calls to get us in to see one of the top pediatric neurologists here. Hopefully we’ll have our appointment for tomorrow.

It looks like Bruiser may be headed for the same type of sedating anti-seizure meds Little Man was on for so long. I hate to medicate him with something like that, but we’ll do what we have to do to stop the seizures. Thankfully we have access to some of the best doctors here, and they’re dirt cheap.

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The world’s finest playground

Well, maybe finest isn’t quite the best word for it. We are very blessed in that the region we live in is full of playgrounds. See, we’re in a giant concrete apartment building in a cluster of giant concrete apartment buildings. If you saw it your first thought would probably be “ghetto.” And it’s a far cry from the ghetto, but it does bear a striking resemblance to the row upon rows of giant concrete buildings in New York public housing disctricts.

Anyhow, in our district at least, each cluster of apartments surrounds a playground or cluster of playgrounds. Each spring the state sends someone out to put a fresh coat of paint, but as far as I can tell that’s the most care they get. So we have this:

img_2013The slide has a thick layer of rust that keeps kids from sliding down too fast – probably a safety measure, right? At the bottom there’s a jagged hole in the rust-covered metal, just large enough to swallow a small child.

Next to the jungle gym is a thorny rose bush growing out of control, placed strategically where kids will land as they swing off the bars.

Hanging down right in the center of the playground is a loose electrical wire – no hanging precariously there to keep kids from running too fast through the playground. We wouldn’t want someone to trip and fall now, would we?

My kids are learning agility – how to avoid electric wires blowing in the breeze; they’re learning how to navigate steep, tall slides by putting their feet against the sides to stop themselves before they reach the child-eating tetanus-ridden hole. I got some smart kids, and the brand of street smarts they’re learning will carry them far in life.

Seriously though, in a city that doesn’t tend to pay a lot of attention to its children, we lucked out in finding an apartment in a place that provides multiple playgrounds. There’s one around the corner with none of the aforementioned hazards, so that’s where we usually play. We’re hoping to move to an apartment near the kids’ school – many playgrounds, walking distance to the school, and walking distance to one of the best parks in the city, complete with a lake, peddal boats, and miniature golf.

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Your Gorgeous of Highness

I’ve been sick for most of April. Today I think there’s a chance that I might start feeling better before 2012 – and I’m seriously looking at using some traditional Moldovan remedies. Something about slathering honey all over your back and covering it with fresh cabbage… Haven’t done it yet, but if I don’t get well soon I’ll be ready to try anything.

The kids have been mostly immune to all this. Bruiser has had a runny nose and a bit of a cough, but otherwise they’ve been fine. This morning in fact, while hubbs and I were still mostly comatose as the sun rose, Little Man and Bean were playing hide and seek. They played really well together until Bruiser came in and started scouting out their hiding places, Little Man got mad at Bean because she came out of hiding when Bruiser found her (Little Man was supposed to be the seeker). And so in his angriest and most serious voice he said to her:

No! Your Gorgeous of Highness, you MUST keep hiding!

That’s a title I’d prefer him to reserve for me, but hey, I’m not complaining.

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Here they are playing in the the bed of a lake… There’s a an archeological dig there that we went to see and we just couldn’t go without taking our trusty shield with us.

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Back to normal

Things are getting back to normal here in Chisinau, though it’s hard for me to define what normal is.  After 5 years away things were much different here than I remember them, and after the elections we took a little trip through the looking glass. While some of my friends still talk about being depressed and fearful after recent events, when I’m out in town everything seems to be going as normal.

I got lost in central market yesterday. And let me tell you – central market is huge. And it seems even bigger when you’re wearing a baby in a backpack and tromping around in high heals and a wool sweater in 70-degree weather. Add to that, baby is sweating from being overdressed in the heat and babushkas keep telling you that your baby is cold because he doesn’t have a hat. (I guess they didn’t see the sweat dripping from his sideburns.) It’s a labyrinth in the middle of the city filled with vendors of everything from egg dye (Easter is this Sunday here) to printer paper to rose bushes to pottery. And fish. Lots and lots of fish. The stinky kind. I turned corner after corner thinking that my mad sense of direction and street smarts (!?) would get me back to where I needed to be, but it seems that there are several city blocks of exit-less-ness in central market. Thankfully my sense of direction pure luck did in fact steer me in the right direction and I escaped, with only a small trail of babushkas cackling about my hat-less freezing cold sweating baby.

Knowing that one of the parked taxis on the corner could drop me and Bruiser at our front door in 15 minutes for a mere $3, I kept drudging on – probably out of stubbornness – to the nearest bus stop. For about $0.25 I got myself a bus ticket a few blocks down that took a mere 40 minutes to get me within 2 blocks of home. I have blisters on both feet to prove it.

Today we’re taking a taxi – since the bus and trolleys don’t go where we need to – and we’ll hang out with our new friends just outside town at Home of Hope. Tomorrow brings new adventures – Bean and Little Man start their Spring Break, which tends to mean that I start my trip to the looney bin. Wish me luck folks – I’ll be outnumbered 3 to 1.

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Surreal

I get my news in the morning on Twitter. And this morning the news says that protesters will be out this morning in force, bearing flowers. I suppose the flowers are a sign of peace (hearkening back to the 1960s flower children?). Twitter also gives links to video reports online – a military general giving his opinion of the president, hospital interviews from victims of police brutality.

Other than that, life goes on as normal for most of us. Bean and Little Man have been told to stay home from school today because they were coughing yesterday. Other than the cough, they’re the perfect picture of health. But apparently we sent them to school one day not bundled well enough, so conventional wisdom says that they got the draft and they’re sick. Allergies and asthma? Those are really superfluous here. My kids caught the draft. So even though they’re healthy the nurse has asked us to keep them home. (Because even if they don’t look sick now, they will in a few hours… because they caught the draft) We’ll see about that.

The good news is that we now have a forced family vacation day. We’ve been informed that there will be power outages today – for 5-6 hours today in our region. So when the power goes out we’re going to load everyone up and go to ‘dinosaur park’ – the park in town where archeologists are digging up bones of a mastodon.

That’s it for today’s news. Flower children in Chisinau. Non-asthma, non-allergy draft-cough in 2 kids. Jurassic park.

credit: Tanya Van Horne

credit: Tanya Van Horne

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The “Orphan Revolution”

Is this a revolution? Only time will tell, but if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say no. A revolution brings regime change. It involves opposition players rising to power while incumbents retreat. That seems far from the case here.

Why have some called it an orphan revolution? Because under the current communist regime over a third of Moldovan citizens (many of them parents) went abroad to find work. Orphanages are bursting at the seams – not just with orphans up for adoption, but with orphans who are waiting for their parents to return for them. Other orphans are being raised by grandparents or neighbors. The economy, facilitated by communists, has created orphans through a mass exodus of people from their country.

The people protesting are in large part youth and students. Whether or not they’re actually orphans is anyone’s guess. Regardless, what they’re protesting is the system that created the high number of orphans. They’re protesting a system driven by poverty, lies, and fear. And as they proceed, the communist regime counters with lies and the promotion of fear, and the local economy falls deeper into poverty as international investors hesitate to pump funds into instability.

I’d expect to find nothing but ‘Exclusives’ on the news when I turn on the TV. Instead, I find comedy shows. When there’s news it’s innocuous stories about a car accident that involved an injury or a school that received new cookware for their kitchen. It would seem as though nothing is actually happening here.

On the other hand, when I open the Twitter page I get a better idea of what’s happening – only in the form of unconfirmed rumor, thereby creating fear – just what the authorities want. Facebook is inaccessible, blocked by the government. They are using censorship to eliminate what doesn’t serve them, and telling lies on other outlets.

The communist government has used students as pawns in their game, and unfortunately the students aren’t sly enough to fight back strategically. The students’ peaceful protests escalated when older, Russian-speaking non-students (communist sympathizers) instigated the violence. European and Romanian flags raised by protesters were done so with official help, allowing Moldova to break ties with Romania (read: strengthen ties with Russia). The vandalism and fires in the Presidency and Parliament buildings were instigated by someone who had keys to access individual offices (thereby earning the communist party sympathy from the West).

President Voronin said when this began that it was a well-planned and well-paid attack. We’re supposed to believe that Democratic interests planned and funded it. Evidence is showing up of quite the opposite though.

Further evidence is surfacing that the election really was fraudulent. I hope that the evidence currently coming to light will bring lasting change. According to Moldova’s constitution, it’s time for Voronin to step down. Hopefully that will be accompanied by a recount of the votes, including an examination of the list of voters. We’d like to see things settle down here, but what we’d really like is to see is Moldova living up to its potential, rising up out of poverty and corruption, and figuring out who it is as a nation.

Image credit: Getty Images

Image credit: Getty Images

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Thoughts

There is a hushed fear. An eery bewilderment. The people in power seem to recognize no law.

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Yesterday there were allegedly Russian and Transnistrian (breakaway region of Moldova) plain-clothes officers beating and ‘kidnapping’ peaceful protesters and bystanders. Regardless of who they were, there was nothing official about them.

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Communists seem to have instigated the violence they blame on the student protesters.

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Authorities have used these events to distance the nation from Romania – with whom we share a language, culture, and history.

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Hubbs and I stand next to this, but outside it as well. We know participants, but we don’t take part. We’re miles away from all the action and we know what we would risk if we took part. At the same time, we’re emotionally distanced from it. As opposed to most of our Moldovan friends and relatives, we can leave at any time. The nation is important to us, but our life also includes the US. We are not ’stuck,’ as many others feel to be. In fact, the border with Romania is now closed, as it was to the Soviet Union. There is so much now that hearkens back to those times.

We are glad that we stand outside it, that we have nothing to fear. And we are glad that we are here to share the good news of a God who is truly soveriegn with our neighbors and friends. We have a peace that lasts, regardless of our circumstances.

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Protests

Here in Chisinau things are in a bit of upheaval. National elections held on Sunday re-elected the Communist Party as the majority holder in the Parliament. They ‘won’ such a majority that they’ll presumably be able to choose the President (and him, the Prime Minister and Cabinet) from their ranks. That means all branches of the government will remain in Communist hands.

There’s talk of election tampering, propaganda and lies, and all sorts of fraudulent behavior. Planned peaceful protests are currently erupting into something ominous. Here are some pictures, provided by Unimedia.md:

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Before long, violence broke out.

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Over 10,000 protesters broke down the door of the Presidential building and the Parliament building. They fought the anti-riot police, broke windows of one of the fire trucks. The building in that last picture is the Presidency. The picture above it (with the fire) is the Parliament.

I had hoped to see the type of peaceful protests I witnessed here in 2001 – sit ins, camping out in front of the government buildings – but never did I expect to see crowds erupting into violence.

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Little Man

… Is potty-trained!!! No more diapers! We’re down to only 1 child in diapers now, and I actually had delusions of trying to potty train him early (at just shy of a year old… delusional).

And he doesn’t answer to his name anymore. I can call it out over and over and over again and get no response. But the moment I call out “Super Man” he drops whatever he’s doing and responds with, “Yes, Wonder Woman?” Or if it’s hubbs who called him, “Yes, Firestorm?”

He’s taught the people at his preschool the English words “bread” and “cookie.” In fact, the lunch box I sent with him, packed with nutritious foods and a little snack used to come home empty. Then it started coming home virtually untouched. Now it comes home with other things added – like different breads and cookies. He gets enough bread and cookies to feed a small army.

And he got a new stuffed puppy. He’s really attached to his stuffed puppies. He named his new puppy King-king. Cute name for a puppy, until you hear Little Man running all over the house yelling “Kinky!  Kinky!”

And we gave him a hair cut. He cried through the whole thing, but he’s well aware now that he’s “vewy, vewy, handsome.”

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Bean is 5!

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My Bean turned 5 yesterday. Indulge me just a moment – isn’t she the most adorable 5-year old you’ve ever seen? She was a little disappointed that she couldn’t have her friends from Atlanta at her party here – she named them all, but I’ll spare you the list of names. She even remembered her good friend who moved to Texas a year and a half ago. We missed them all, but she had lots of her new friends at her party and she had a great time with them. We’re very thankful that we were able to get connected as quickly as we did and find friends for the kids.

Sofia got a Barbie (complete with a martini – what’s up with that?) and a couple Barbie knock-offs. One actually has pastel pink hair and an easily removable head. Another has jellies. Like, totally, dude. Like, from 1986, right? And like, they have, like, really high heals, and they, like, lace up all the way up to her, like, knee! And, like, for real. They’re like the totally coolest, like, pink. Like. (Need I worry that Bean’s actually starting to talk, um, like that?)

Anyhow, she’s 5 now. The last few months have been big for her, but she’s come out of her shell quite a bit. I know it’s stretching her, but moving and making new friends and learning a new language and trusting people other than mom and dad have been really good for her. She’s learning to go with the flow and she’s handling the transition with much more ease than I expected.

She’s my big 5 year old and she’s doing great. Remember, she’s only been here for 6 weeks and only been in preschool for 3 or 4 weeks. At her party yesterday, she was running around with her Moldovan friends, talking to them. Conversing, debating over whether to go down the slide or run down the ramp, negotiating about what to do next. My baby girl’s growing up.

Happy birthday, Bean.

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