December 29, 2011 | post a comment
Even though Carrington was born over 4 years ago her story truly began just a mere 10 months ago. My husband Brian and I had already completed one international adoption of three 5 1/2 year olds with Down Syndrome from an orphanage in Eastern Europe and we thought our family was complete. We knew there were so many orphans who needed families so we chose a little girl to advocate for. She was transferred to an adult mental institution that was in terrible condition with a director who would not even tell us if she was alive until her family arrived, but no family came forward. Our hearts asked God why and the answer we received was that we were to be her family. Now we had only been home 3 months from our first adoption and going overseas again and raising a large sum of money was not on our radar. After much prayer we committed to her. But we were informed that this little girl may not even be alive and would we want to consider another child? Our decision was ‘yes’ and we committed to a little girl who went by the name of Anastasia and was almost 4 years old with Down Syndrome.
Doors were swung wide open and people were placed in our paths that helped us complete our dossier in less than 4 weeks. Off we went to Eastern Europe once again. This particular adoption was full of tumultuous events and people that were less than honest but we still moved forward. Little Anastasia, who we named Carrington, was not a 4 year old one would expect to see. We met a frightened little girl with a shaved head who was so very small. Carrington was the size of a 6 month old and could not do any milestones that a child even that age could do. Each visit with Carrington was painful because our little girl would do nothing but throw up the whole time we held her and she would cry out in pain because we were touching her. Almost every single tooth in her mouth was broken or infected so she did not want anything near her mouth or face. Due to cultural inhibitors, Carrington wasn’t given the same level of care that many children in her orphanage were given. Each time we went to pick Carrington up for a visit or return her from our time together we could tell that her caregivers had distanced themselves emotionally from her. Come to find out some time later, Carrington was placed in a room commonly known as a “laying room” also known as a “dying room….” Read the rest of Carrington’s story here.