In March of 1999, when we returned from China with our newly adopted daughter, Emmaline, we knew that someday we would return to Asia to adopt a sister for her. We had no idea that it would be so much harder to adopt the second time.
We considered several names for her, but finally agreed on Ellianna. As we discovered later, it is a Hebrew name which means, "God answered our prayers." We could not have chosen a more appropriate name.
We started the adoption process in June of 2000 through Journeys of the Heart adoption agency. We assumed that we would adopt from China again but something told us that Ellianna was waiting for us in Vietnam. Journeys worked with an adoption facilitator in Vietnam called International Mission of Hope, IMH. It was started by Cherie Clark, who took part in Operation Babylift as Saigon was falling in 1975.
When people comment that adoption is the easy way to have a family, we laugh and explain all that is involved in the process. A social worker asks a lot of personal questions in order to complete a home study report. We both had to pass a physical by our doctor and get a good conduct letter from the county sheriff. We were fingerprinted by U.S. Immigration. We filled out the application paperwork for the adoption agency and also for U.S. Immigration. Shellie spent most of the summer gathering certified copies of our birth and marriage certificates. These had to then be sent to the Vietnam Consulate in San Francisco to be translated and authenticated. Our adoption dossier was officially received in Vietnam on October 30. Then came the hard part, waiting for a referral.
On June 8, 2001, as we celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary, our daughter to be, Khanh Ly, was born in Yen Bai province, northwest of Hanoi. Five weeks later, we got the call that she was waiting for us at an orphanage in Hanoi. We were so excited when we received a packet of information and pictures of Khanh Ly. We immediately emailed them to our families.
On October 16, we were notified that we had to be in Hanoi by October 28, only twelve days away. The next day we mailed our passports and visa applications to the Vietnam Consulate by overnight express mail. Then we bought plane tickets, three round trip and a one way for Ellianna.
The most important preparation we did was to invite forty friends to our house for dinner and a prayer session. We prayed that God would watch over us as we traveled, protect us from harm and bring us safely home.
On October 24, shortly before we left for the airport, we received our I-171 from U.S. Immigration. This is the Notice of Favorable Determination Concerning Application for Advance Processing of Orphan Petition. This was the final hurdle. U.S. Immigration had cabled the American Consulate in Saigon that we had received official approval to bring Ellianna home. No one could guess how absolutely worthless this official approval would turn out to be.
The first glitch in our trip occurred when we reached the airport. Our flight to San Francisco had been cancelled. The airline switched us to a different airline. But since we had changed tickets just before the flight, we had to be thoroughly searched at the gate. This was only two months after September 11th. We were surprised to see soldiers with rifles throughout the San Francisco airport.
Our flight on EVA Airlines left San Francisco at 1:30 a.m. This seemed like a strange time for a flight but we quickly appreciated how easy it was for everyone to sleep on the plane. And, the plane arrived in Taiwan shortly after sunrise. After breakfast, we caught our plane to Bangkok, Thailand. When I visited Thailand in 1981, the airport was well outside the city, surrounded by fields. Now it is surrounded by city. There was no way to get to Vietnam in one day. The flight connections required an overnight stay somewhere in Asia, so we stayed in Bangkok. We reached our hotel at 11 a.m., thirty one hours after leaving home.
We flew from Bangkok to Hanoi on Vietnam Airlines. As soon as the plane hit the runway at Hanoi, the engines were shut down because the plane was leaking fuel. A tractor was sent to pull the plane to the terminal, but it broke down. A second tractor finally towed us in. I was so glad that we did not know how unreliable their equipment was until we were safely on the ground.
Our taxi ride from the airport took us through fields and small villages, then through small houses on the edge of Hanoi, then through large houses with a distinctly French flavor, then through narrow buildings with a Chinese flavor. We stopped in the oldest part of Hanoi at the Claudia Hotel. It really is less than eight feet wide but four stories tall. Our room was tiny. I had to sit sideways on the toilet because my knees hit the opposite wall. But the bed was soft and the air conditioner worked so we settled right in. Shellie and I had a double bed. Emma slept on a single mattress on the floor. Instead of a crib for Ellianna, there was a small oval bed with six-inch high sides made of foam rubber, a dog bed!
The next morning, we went to the orphanage at Tu Liem on the edge of Hanoi to meet Ellianna. We were ushered into the orphanage office where we met two ladies, Dr. Vinh and Dr. Quy, the directors of the orphanage. Ellianna was immediately brought in and Shellie held her while I took pictures. Ellianna was only four months old and she seemed as happy as we were to be in our arms at last. We took turns holding Ellianna and waited for some kind of ceremony. Dr. Vinh and Dr. Quy were probably wondering why we were still sitting there. Finally, Emmaline wandered off so I went to look for her and Shellie came to find me. We saw the crib which Ellianna had shared with another baby and met the woman who cared for her and about ten other babies.
Emmaline was a good big sister and very helpful but we had to watch her. When Emmaline was told that she could go for a walk in the park as soon as the baby was asleep, she held Ellianna’s eyelids shut!
On November 2, we rode in a van for five hours up the valley into the mountains to Yen Bai province, where Ellianna was born, for the Giving and Receiving Ceremony. Our translator spoke so softly that we had no idea what was said in the long speeches. But it was obvious that they took the matter very seriously. One thing we did learn was the Dr. Vinh had just retired as orphanage director after working two years past the normal retirement age. Dr. Quy was promoted from assistant director to director.
We spent several days exploring Hanoi. We went to a sixth century temple built on a tiny island near the shore. The grounds were interesting but Shellie walked six feet into the temple and stopped like she had hit a wall. There was such a strong presence of evil.
On November 6, we picked up Ellianna’s passport. Vietnam had finished all of their paperwork so she was ready to leave as soon as we got her visa from the U.S. Consulate in Saigon. But, we learned that there was a problem with the preceding group who had adopted from the same orphanage. Eight families and ten babies had been held up in Saigon for up to three weeks while they were being investigated by U.S. Immigration. We stayed in Hanoi two extra days until we learned that the preceding group had received their visas.
We flew to Saigon on November 8 and arrived at the Evergreen Hotel in time to meet the Cox sisters. We knew of them before since they had adopted from China about the time that we adopted Emmaline. They showed us where to shop and told us what they had learned from their problems with U.S. Immigration.
The next day, we went to the U.S. Consulate for our appointment with U.S Immigration. The interview seemed to go well with no problems, but then we were informed that we could not receive our visa because our adoption needed to be investigated. She could not tell us why or how long the investigation might take.
When I spoke with Larry Crider, the head of U.S. Immigration in Saigon, he would not tell us why we were being investigated. He said that our prior approval from U.S. Immigration in the USA did not matter because he had final authority in Saigon. He also said that we were not going anywhere for at least a week. We were stuck in Vietnam.
We emailed our Senators, Ron Wyden and Gordon Smith, and our Representative, David Wu, and asked them to intervene with U.S. Immigration to clear up the holdup. We also asked our friends to contact their congressmen to see if they could help. We got several replies from Congressmen promising to do what they could.
We also sent an email to the Oregonian explaining our situation and asking for help. At 3 am, Margie Boule called us from Portland. She apologized for waking us up in the middle of the night but she wanted to be sure that we were there when she called. It was hard to think of an intelligent explanation of the situation when awakened from a sound sleep. But she was gracious and we had a wonderful conversation with her for more than a half-hour. On November 18, a very nice article about us appeared in her column in the Oregonian.
We were encouraged by all the interest from our Congressmen and the Oregonian. It raised our hopes but they were quickly dashed. U.S. Immigration told our congressmen that the orphanage was being investigated for buying babies.
There had been a charge of buying a baby several months before but it had already been proven to be a fraudulent charge. There was an article in a local paper which tried to make the orphanage look like it was hiding something. The article was based on information from Larry Crider. It was obviously trying to make a mountain out of a molehill. One claim was contradicted by the photograph accompanying the article. We did not believe that there was any truth to the charges, but we also knew that our senators would not interfere with the investigation. We were still stuck in Vietnam.
More families with babies from IMH arrived from Hanoi. Soon there were ten babies. All of them were under investigation by U.S. Immigration. We thought that U.S. Immigration had finished their investigation when four families were granted their visas on November 20. But a phone call to Larry Crider quickly dashed our hopes. Three babies who were approved were from Hanoi Province. The fourth was from an outlying province but the father had to return home that week. U.S. Immigration granted the visa so the family would not be separated. Larry Crider had a heart after all. The rest of the babies were from outlying provinces and were still under investigation. We were still stuck in Vietnam.
We met a woman who had been in Vietnam since November 2nd because there was a problem with her baby's paper trail. This was not the first time that she had a hard time getting out of Saigon. She was an orphan during the Babylift in 1975 as Saigon fell. She was on the airplane that crashed right after takeoff killing many orphanage workers and babies including her brother. She made it out on a later flight and grew up in the USA. Eventually she had to leave her baby behind in Vietnam. It took several months before she was able to return to Vietnam and take her baby home.
We agonized over the idea that Rod should return home the day after Thanksgiving so he could return to work and make some money to pay for this expensive stay in Saigon. But we decided that it would be too stressful for us to be separated. Fortunately, some people from our church took an offering for us and deposited the money in our checking account. Also, Rod’s employer continued to pay him after he had used up all of his paid vacation. Praise God!
Thanksgiving Day was hot and sunny. We went for a swim on the rooftop pool, probably the only time in our lives that we will swim outdoors on Thanksgiving. Beth and Frank of IMH organized a Thanksgiving Dinner on Thursday evening for the families here. We had ham, turkey and dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy. They all tasted great. Then we had corn on the cob, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie which didn't taste at all like we expected. There were also prawns and spring rolls which were good but hardly traditional foods. The oddest thing was trying to eat the meal with chopsticks. Fortunately, Beth was quickly able to get forks for everyone. It was a very nice gesture by IMH and we all enjoyed eating the Thanksgiving meal together.
On Friday, we went to another Thanksgiving Dinner by an American family who lives in Saigon. They were a friend of a friend of a friend. They had loaned us a Bible and later invited us to their church which meets in the ballroom of the Prince Hotel. The church is for foreigners only since it is illegal to proselytize in Vietnam.
On Monday, Rod called to see if U.S. Immigration had finished its investigation and was ready to start granting immigrant visas. They had been up to Yen Bai province on Friday but they were waiting to hear from a few people. At least they said, "Maybe tomorrow," instead of "Nothing until next week."
We realized that our Senators and Representatives were not going to intervene with U.S. Immigration on our behalf because of the investigation. Also, emails from our friends to U.S. Immigration in the USA were not going to help our situation in Saigon. We concluded that the only one who could help us was God. We emailed our faithful prayer warriors and asked them to really pray for us. Rod prayed that God would move U.S. Immigration to grant visas to all of the families before the end of the month
On Tuesday, all of the families called U.S. Immigration and got a completely different answer about the investigation. It was a question about Vietnamese law, whether it is legal to have the babies in an orphanage in Hanoi and the adoption ceremony in their birth province. U.S. Immigration was waiting now for some high ranking Vietnamese official in the Ministry of Justice to clarify this point.
But on Wednesday, they announced that we were required to submit a document that they have never requested from anyone before. IMH managed to contact the necessary officials and get the documents in one day. All of the families decided to go to U.S. Immigration on Thursday to present the documents in person.
On Thursday morning, five husbands and one single mom arrived at the U.S. Immigration office and turned in our documents. We were ready to leave but we were asked to stay for a few minutes so we could meet with Larry Crider. Rod prayed non-stop for the entire time we were in the waiting room until we were ushered into a conference room. Larry Crider announced that all of us would receive visas for our babies that afternoon. We were all frozen in unbelief. Crider claimed that some Vietnamese officials were acting outside the rules, but when he was questioned, he backed off his original assertion and became even more vague. We left the meeting and looked for the nearest phone so we could share the news with the wives back at the hotel. There was much rejoicing until we all went to the U.S. Consulate to pick up the visas that afternoon.
Other families who had recently arrived from Hanoi also received their visas. U.S. Immigration granted visas to seventeen babies from that same orphanage that one day. They even asked two families to hurry down to Saigon from Hanoi so they could get their visas the next day, November 30. Nineteen families received their visas before the end of the month, just as Rod had prayed.
God must have moved U.S. Immigration to grant the visas because U.S. Immigration did not change its mind about the orphanage. The families who tried to get visas the following week were held up for three months.
With visa in hand, we called the airline and managed to get seats on a plane the next day. Several of the families celebrated by going to an Italian restaurant in the oldest part of Saigon. We enjoyed the last evening in Saigon very much. We would have enjoyed all of our stay in Vietnam if we had not been so worried about being able to leave. We spent three full weeks trapped in Saigon and a total of five weeks in Asia.
We were very tired, but relieved when we arrived back in Portland, Oregon, after travelling for twenty-four hours. A small crowd of friends were waiting for us at the airport and welcomed us home. We were so glad to finally be home with our precious daughter. God had answered our prayers!!
Ellie's Story, Unabridged
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