Thursday, December 18, 2008

Missing Helen.

Helen coming back from a jet-ski ride in Lake St. Clair, Canada, where she spent many summers as a youth.

Yesterday marked the first anniversary of Helen's death. That was a hard day for all of us. I remember getting a call at 7am from Mike who was in NM working, saying that he had just talked to Jim, his dad. He said Jim put the phone up to Helen's ear, and that while she could no longer talk, she could still listen. Mike was crying and I started crying and decided to call and say my goodbye also.

Isaac's last days with Grandma, and mine too. In Lake St. Clair, Canada.

I promised her that I would take good care of her son and our children. And an hour later I was out the door with Isaac to the airport to catch the first available flight to Ohio. Mike did the same from Albuquerque and we got there too late. She had already passed, but the next night we were able to go dress her for the funeral and it was such an amazing experience. I think all the women who went felt her presence there. She looked so different, the woman we no was know longer inside that shell. She felt no more pain, she was with loved ones who had gone before her, and now only time stands between her and us.


We miss you dear Helen, and we can't wait to see you again.


Going to see the train, just like she used to do with her cousins. This last time with her grandchildren.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Bella, one week later...


It was a week ago last night, that my cutie pie arrived and it seems like it's been a lot longer. It maybe due to carrying her inside me for the last 38 weeks, our bond was already there. I can't believe it, but it was love at first sight. The feelings of worrying about what kind of trouble she may become in the future were all gone, only love abode. The adrenaline of a natural birth, a new life, more love all contributed to the insurmountable amount of happiness I feel now.


Helen Isabella, named primarily after her paternal grandmother, whom she crossed paths with briefly in Heaven while waiting to come to this earth. Helen was diagnosed with cancer right before Mike and I got engaged, and consequently we knew it was only a matter of time. When I was pregnant with Isaac, we decided it that if the baby was a girl, she would carry her grandmother's namesake, and her great grandmother's too. Now that she is here, there was no doubt in our minds that she fitted the name perfectly. Her middle name, and possibly the one she will go by for most of her life, was partly decided because of its Italian roots; our love for Italy, the place where Isaac was conceived(remember we thought he was a girl).


So she starts her life, full of health, full of promises and dreams. A quiet baby, but not for long I'm sure. She will be strong, in will and physique. Beautiful like Helen of Troy, charismatic like her grandmother, spunky like her mother. She will give so much to this world, my little bundle of joy will be una Bella Donna. And I, the one to teach her; to love her Saviour, to be kind, to be helpful, and to bridle her will. It seems almost impossible that I can and will help her to become the woman she one day will be. I'm humbled and excited to watch her grow as part of our family.
Welcome to the world Bella!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

2 by 30 & A Natural Birth (Part II)


So I didn't save the best part for last, the second part is just for recording sake. I asked Nikki to call Mike in after they had stiched me up. Detail: My sister in law, Camilla, had her last son 6 months ago and I was fortunate to watch the birth. I never confirmed with her, but I think he epidural wasn't working very well, because she could feel the urge to push and I think it was painful. So when it came time to stich her up I remember her complaining about the anesthesia shots. I was sooo scared when the doctor said that I needed some stiches and he was going to give me local anesthesia. I freaked out once again, but I think most of my nerves had been damaged enough that I hardly felt anything when gave me the shots. I know it's probably too much information...


Anyway, so Mike came in with Isaac in his arms and we got to hang out with Bella for a long time. They just put her on my bosom and cleaned everything up and left. Except for Montessa, she stuck around to make sure everything was fine. Then she said that whenever I was ready, she could clean the baby up and take her measurements. This part was really neat because they do all of that in the room after the birth. So you get to watch everything they are doing in a private setting. I remember at Timp Hospital, they took Isaac away so quickly to the nursery to get him cleaned up and checked. Mike went with him, but I didn't get to see anything. So I appreciated watching all that, and Mike got to cut the cord then too. Oh one thing I found interesting is that they asked us if we wanted the placenta. It is a Navajo custom to bury the placenta as a form of going back to mother earth. How interesting.. But seeing as it's pretty cold outside and I don't own the land in my backyard I declined. Here's one thing I found a little surprising. They have you stay at the hospital one day, then go home. When you are in post-partum recovery(if you know what I mean), it's nice to be able to stay for an extra day. I was glad when my doctor came to visit and asked if I wanted to stay one more night.


So it starts little Helen Isabella's life. She's a quiet baby, and so cute. I'm glad that I was able to have her completely naturally, even if I wasn't planning on it. Deep inside I've always wanted to have my children naturally, but being the wimp that I am when it comes to pain... Anyway, it was an amazing experience, and I was telling Mike and Lynn later that the contractions hurt a lot more than the pushing. Not having gone through it before you don't realize it, but it was almost as if my body numbed me at the time of pushing. The adrenaline I felt lasted until about 3:00 am when I was finally able to sleep for 2.5 hours. I woke up the next morning, and my eyes were burning, but I felt fine.


What a difference from Isaac's birth, where it took forever for me to dilate and I was in "active labor" for about 12 hours, though my contractions were coming for a total for 25 hours.

When people would say that every pregnancy is different, I couldn't understand how they could say that. A pregnancy is a pregnancy, but I just learned that is not the case. I'm glad I got to celebrate my 30th birthday with my little daughter.

Monday, December 8, 2008

2 By 30 and A Natural Birth (Part I)

Two goals I've had for a long time: 1. To have two children before I turned 30, and 2. To have a natural birth, with no assistance from drugs. Mission accomplished!

So I guess we can all say this post is a continuation of yesterday's occurrences. After I blogged about my frustrations with my contractions. To make a long story short, or emphasize on the best parts of the story, the contractions slowed down a bit until I started to move around more at 3:45pm. I decided to keep time again, since I was feeling that they were more painful and coming a lot faster. 45 minutes later I had a pattern of 5-7 minutes and a minute long so I decided to call my doctor to see if she thought if that meant this was actual labor.

An hour later( 5:50pm) I'm at the hospital to be checked and see if indeed it is labor. Now this is where the story gets funny and exciting. I go to registration and they bring me a wheelchair, so I tell them I can walk fine, just can't really talk during contractions. 10 minutes later I'm waiting again for a nurse to come and lead me to the maternity ward. She also brings a wheelchair and tell her that I can walk. So while we're going up, I can tell that she's looking at me and thinking there's no way this lady is really in labor.

By 6:20 I'm being checked by a nurse named Cleo in triage. She soon calls my doctor, who is in the hospital on call, and tells her that I've arrived and that she checked me and I have a weird cervix. Translation: one side is 2cm dilated, and the other is 4cm. I'm also having contractions which have slow down a bit, but some of them have been pretty strong according to the monitor on my belly. Cleo comes in and announces that my OB wants to wait another hour before admitting me, just to make sure that contractions aren't going away. I guess she felt that since this was all so random it was better just to make sure. And because of it, Mike and I had planned that I was to go in and confirm that I was being admitted before he came in with our bags and Isaac who was asleep at this point.

So I texted Mike and asked him to call our friend Lynn who was going to stay with Isaac. I figured there was no reason for her to drive an hour from Albuquerque if I wasn't going to be staying. She decided to come anyway, and meanwhile I was trying to convince Mike to bring me my laptop so I wasn't so bored while I waited for an hour dealing with contractions. At this point, my contractions started to get more intense, and I was seriously considering asking for some medication cause they were super strong. I looked at the monitor and saw that some of the contractions were peaking off the charts and that's when I asked for some medicine. I couldn't have an epidural yet because I wasn't admitted, if you remember. This was about 7:00 pm. and another nurse, Ruth, was arriving.

I'm almost hyper-ventilating and I asked Ruth for drugs. She says: "Hun, I'll get you some as soon as I check you." She proceeded to lower my bed so I could be laying down, but there was a contraction coming and I coped better sitting up. So I sat up and at the moment it peaked, my water broke. I breathlessly told her that my water just broke, and she had to confirm(in my head I'm thinking that none of these nurses believe what I'm going through at this point). I laid down as more water is gushing out and she checked me quickly and said I was dilated to a 7. This is when all hell broke loose.

All of a sudden I have both Cleo and Ruth in triage yelling at some other nurses(including Nikki, the nurse who came to get me with the wheelchair in the waiting room) to get my room ready and call the doctor. Cleo arrives with a wheelchair to take me to my room. Ruth is getting my belongings and ignoring my begging for drugs. My contractions felt like they were 30 seconds apart and I was shaking and becoming more hysterical with each contraction. Cleo was trying to calm me down yet firmly convince me that I needed to go on the wheelchair to the other room because it was faster that way. I wanted to just stay on the bed I was on and have them wheel me over.

So I get on the wheelchair as another contraction hits and I'm panting and begging everyone that went past for an epidural. When I got to my room which was around the corner, it was somewhere between 7:15 and 7:20pm. There were 4-5 nurses arranging for everything, and another OB was there. Somehow my doctor--who was in the hospital--wasn't able to make it. I had my cell in hand and I was hoping to be able to calm down enough to text "NOW" to Mike, when he serendipitously stomped in with Isaac in toe. I was panting with no sign of stopping and still shaking and asking for my epidural. Isaac was a little shocked to see Mommy screaming and he tried a couple of times to tell me: "Não chora, mamãe." Mike said Isaac even yelled at me. I just remember him getting to the bed, and Mike grabbing him really quickly and escorting him out of the room. Montessa, one of my nurses tried to appease me by pretending she is going to put an I.V. in so I could get the epidural. Nikki says: "Hun you don't have time for an epidural, you are going to push." I replied: "I don't want to push, I want an epidural PLEASE, I'm going to pass out." Nikki, later on, commented that she almost wanted to tell me I was getting one so I could shut up and push.

So about 5-10 minutes later, the doctor told me to push and I put my hand on my crotch and yelled that I wanted an epidural and didn't want to push until I had it. My body was pushing and I was trying to stop with my hand. My second push I just couldn't help it and Isabella's head came out. I pushed again and her body came out, and my fourth and last push was a minute or two later to get the placenta out. Now that I had Isabella out and the contractions had stopped I was so relieved. I barely felt any pain when the doctor stretched me more in the middle of a push so her head could come out. I tore and ended up with a couple of stitches.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

To Be or Not To Be...in labor that is.

I'm tired and I'm anxious. Since Thursday night I've been feeling stronger contractions. The issue is that they mostly come at night, when I'm trying to sleep. When everyone else is having quiet time, I'm up surfing the web. How sad is that? So I thought I was going into labor in the wee hours of Saturday morning. That's exactly how it happened with Isaac. I checked me contractions and of course they were irregular but constant, I mean 10 times in 90 minutes. I decided to get more sleep. During all day Saturday, they came and went but not as constant, and super irregular. Then last night, it happens again. I can't sleep at 2am because of them. I try to track them: 6-9 minutes apart, 35-54 seconds long. Once again, surfing the web, I read about prodromal labor, and decide that's what I'm having and go back to sleep. This is 3:45 by now.

After constantly waking up during constractions, I took a hot shower at 5:46 this morning which seems to aleviate the darn pain. It is now 9:30 and I've decided I'm not going to church. I'm staying in bed, hoping that by resting a bit I can make them stop.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Yesterday's Sunrise.


This is a SOOC shot from Isaac's window. Unfortunately there's no detail on the shadows, I'll try to edit the photo to see if I can bring any out. This is Santa Fe, basically, everyday.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

In Utah for the weekend.



Isaac and I drove to Utah last Wednesday for a few different occasions. First, little Sister Ana wanted to throw Isabella a baby shower. Second, I figured that since I was there where I know photogs, I would take advantage of a pregancy shoot. I asked Amber Belmonte who is one of my new BFF's (she's taking really good care of our home as our tenant, and I hope she'll fall in love with it enough that they'll want to buy it in a couple of years) and a young photographer to shoot me.



So Thursday I hit the Park City outlets for the Gap/Banana/Old Navy sale while Isaac dreamily slept in the car for most of it. Mike got all the cool clothes @ B.R. Lucky for him, the B.R. models have the same body as he does, so it makes it for perfect fitting clothes and when they go on sale like that, I can't stop. Afterall, buying clothes for my kids is my biggest vice, and Mike is truly my first child...

Then on Friday was the baby shower which was very fun, and sooooo good to see the Brazilian groupies again. And on Saturday afternoon, we had Babinha's shower to go to, but not before the long awaited photo shoot. I will have to post about the photo shoot later because it has caused a lot of polemic in the lives of people around Amber and I. And I also want to get sincere comments about it.



After that we went to Barbara's babyshower which was also great. And I got to try out my new lens which I got just to keep me going while I save and wait for the most amazing sale ever on new cameras (which I hope will happen between now and Christmas or maybe after Christmas). Messia Fromm, another BFF and photog, is giving me the support needed to go into the photo world. Let's see if I can truly make it, but before I can really do that I have a few things to learn and a few new lenses to buy...

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Living in Santa Fe.

We have been enjoying Santa Fe so far. It's been a week since we officially have moved and lived in our house. Today I was able to park my car in the garage for the first time. Mike has been very busy with work, but he's enjoying it quite a bit.

Church was great, and we had been here before so we had an idea of what to expect. The temperature has been wonderfully warm, Isaac has played in the back yard the whole time we've been here. Soon we will post pictures of our new abode and of the town.

Ps: Thanks to everyone for all the support on the last post. I need to call some of you. I really appreciate the love, and Isaac does too!

Sunday, October 12, 2008

A mother's worst nightmare.

I don't think there is a mother out there who doesn't wonder what would happen if they lost a child. I have never known anyone who has lost a child at an early age. I've had friends who have miscarried a child during pregnancy, which I'm sure is very difficult to handle. And I've often wondered how hard it would be, and if I could be strong enough for that type of challenge.

Yesterday, I thought I was losing Isaac. It was by far the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I would rather lose a limb, go blind, die myself than have to see my own child die before my eyes. We moved to Santa Fe on Thursday and it was a very smooth and quick move thanks to our Elder's Quorum in Saratoga and the missionaries in Santa Fe. Yesterday, Mike went to work and I stayed home trying to figure out where to put everything.

Friday night, Isaac went to sleep a little feverish. Since the weather is changing I thought that he was catching a little cold. In the middle of the night, he was burning hot, so I gave him medicine and put him to sleep on our bed. The next day he was still hot and unfortunately I didn't give him anything else because: 1. I do take seriously the power of drugs and the advice of doctors when they say that most of these cold medicines don't do anything for children anyway, 2. I like to let nature run its course, he needs to boost his imune system. He was acting as normal as a child can under the circumstances, so I made sure to push as much liquid into him as he would let me.

Isaac slept all day pretty much, between watching Robots three times. Around 4ish, I went in and started watching with him and he laid down on the floor with his head on my lap. We were talking and watching the movie, and all of a sudden Isaac starts convulsing. For the first two seconds I thought he was laughing at the movie. I looked down and realized that he wasn't laughing, so I grabbed him, ran downstairs to get my phone and went outside yelling for help. The neighbors heard me and called 911 also. I was trying to call them, call Mike and lay Isaac down on the sidewalk. I noticed he was purple and could't breathe. I threw the phone down after calling 911 and tried to perform CPR on him. At this point, I was so confused I didn't know if he was truly having a convulsion or if he had some how choked on something. But either way I was horrified.

As I laid him down on the cold sidewalk, his body started to relax. His eyes were opened and looking to the side and I kept trying to talk to him and nothing happened. I couldn't believe I was watching my two year old die right in front of me. The neighbors came and the woman, Robin, brought some towels and blankets and wrapped him in them, while I calmed down and taked to 911. Five minutes later, the ambulance came and Isaac had somewhat regained consciousness, but at this point he was so exahusted, he closed his eyes and slept. I kept my hand on his heart, which was pounding and checked his breathing which was fine.

I called Mike, and waited for him to come home to take Isaac to the hospital. The paramedics explained to me what had most likely happened, checked for vital signs and his oxygen level and asked if there was anything else they could do since I wanted to wait for Mike. Mike got home right as they left. By this time I was taking Isaac inside, and warming him up a little more. The cooler air made him feel better according to the medics, but now he was shivering so I took him inside. What Isaac had is called a 'febrile seizure.' It apparently happens to kids from six months to 5 years when they have a fever and there's a quick change in body temperature. It has almost no correlation to having seizures later on in life.

I hope to never go through something like this again. There really is nothing worse than seeing your child suffer. After the hospital, Isaac wanted pizza so we stopped by Pizza Hut and let him have as much pizza as he wanted. He's back to his same old self, but I'm still scared to death that it'll happen again. I've been praying a lot, please include us in your prayers too.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

This week's updates and adventures.


This is a picture of me going to go play volleyball for probably the last time this year and during this pregnancy. It was last week, at 28 weeks. I don't quite like pictures of myself pregnant, I think most women would agree that they feel big and fat. But this one is for the record so we can look at it 30 years from now. I have to say I have enjoyed this pregnancy way more, probably because I've been mostly too busy to think about the fact that I am pregnant, and I have LOVED being pregnant in the summer! It must be the Brazilian blood, or the chances for playing and travelling.

Alright now for the updates that matter...


I am excited to say that this is a rendering of the home we are moving into in Santa Fe. We found a model home in a suburb of town called Tierra Contenta and I can say with 85% certainty we are moving to this house. It's very cute, although I don't get why Santa Feans would prefer tile countertops with 1/4" grout lines to granite or any other smooth countertop product. And also they really like white appliances. At least they all agree gas stoves are better than electric.

I got home last night at 1:30am from Santa Fe. Today and tomorrow I'll be packing as I listen to conference. Then Wednesday we head out for good, I can't believe how fast everything has happened, but I'm tired of looking on Craig's List or going to Santa Fe every week or so to look for a place to live. Now I get to move in and nest and get ready for Isabella to pop out.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Santa Fe, here we come....



Last weekend, Mike,Isaac and I went to Santa Fe, to look for a place to live. We met some awesome families in church--one of which, the Holbrooks--invited us to stay with them while we searched for a place. We cannot believe how things have been falling into place for us to move to Santa Fe. Providence is on our side big time. While looking for homes in the smallish, albeit posh and amenity-full town of Santa Fe, we came in contact with the most soulful, interesting people. Mike and I, were thinking to ourselves, "we are going to love making new friends here." First stop was a house on the north side of the plaza, where we met Judith from New York. She's a writer, and antique dealer and her husband a chemical engineering professor in Rochester. We talked about Mike's mother's cookbook being sold online. Long story, but very fascinating one.


Then we met Lisa who stays at her place in SF for the summer and goes home to "currently" Las Vegas and rents her home out the rest of the year. She consults for start up businesses. The next day we serendiptously met Floriana. How can we not love her, she's Italian. She's been more and more getting into movie directing in Santa Fe and knows some very interesting people and that same day we met Brita, an attractive South African--who mainly sells loose diamonds to companies like: Sierra West in Orem to name a few--at the time is selling a condo project in the middle of Santa Fe.

We had interesting conversations with all of these charming characters as we looked for a home. Seriously, Mike and I felt right at home with everyone wearing different hats to make a living, their passion for living life to its fullest and travelling, and sharing their enthusiasm for new starts in life. We have come really close to finding the right place to crash for the first few months, but are still looking. We have however, found the perfect family to rent our home in Saratoga Springs. And, that is one huge challenge conquered for us. If Mike and I can only agree on a house now, we could move next week. That is... if we can pack everything.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Home Sweet Home



Our flight home seemed faster and more comfortable than our flight into China. Maybe it was the exit seats with extra leg space and convenience to stand up without having to bother someone. We flew out via the same route we flew in, through Seattle-Tokyo and same thing back.

While attempting your connecting flight in Tokyo you must pass through a security point even though you are inside where all the gates are. The first time we had no issues, except that Mike forgot to take his laptop out of bag. Coming back from China they gave me a hard time for not having all my liquid toiletries in "Ziploc" bag. Mind you the inside of my toiletry bag is all clear plastic so you can easily and clearly see everything I carry in there. So I had it all completely open and easily accessible like last time. This time they made me take everything liquid or gel out and put it in a Ziploc bag. Not any other kind of plastic bag it had to be Ziploc TM! We had bought a few perfumes and cologne at the duty free shop in Beijing and we even had to take them all out of their stiff clear plastic boxes and put them in the trusty Ziploc product.

I wonder if Ziploc is the official sponsor of security check points at the airports....



I usually can stay longer in the places I'm travelling, but this time I was really pining for home long before the Olympics were over on Sunday. It might have something to do with this cute little guy. It also felt really good when the customs officer said: "Welcome home!" Never has it been so good to come home.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Ren's biased experiences in China.



My experiences in the last two and a half weeks in China, has blossomed into a love-hate relationship with its people and culture. I've had some interesting experiences while here so far, here are somethings that surprised me about China:

1. The massiveness of buildings. Everything here is built to super-size scale, that's the commercial buildings. Think of Las Vegas hotels and make their size the norm in Beijing. Whether it's a hotel or not, it's that big.

2. In contrast, the hutongs (cities within cities) are tiny cities with the smallest streets and some date to the 14th century. We finally toured a hutong a couple of days ago, and Mike was very offended that I still thought of them as resembling slums. That's my opinion and last time I checked I'm entitled to one since I live in the land of the FREE. I know they are ancient and therefore should be venerated, and are finally now being preserved as part of their heritage, but you can tell when you look inside the little doors going into the houses that there's dirt and lots of paper boxes organized at the entrance then lots of little things cluttered around them. The courtyard house we went to was delightful. All the rooms are completely enclosed from each other and the only access to them was through the courtyard, that included the kitchen too. But they were all suites with baths. Very interesting way of planning. Not all homes are like that, but to be fair they are not shanty towns. The government has put up Olympic graphics on walls all around the hutongs so one can barely notice them.



3. I have to figure out this one out, but they hardly have toilets in China. It's also very hard to find toilet paper, even in the Olympic venues. That I'm still not used to. If you've travelled around the world you may know that I'm talking about. I've seen a toilet like theirs once in Italy at a train station. It's a hole on the floor with an under mounted pan that simulates a toilet bowl, you squat to do your duty. Trust me for a pregnant woman it's hell. I don't know if they think that this way of relieving oneself is more hygienic because you don't have to sit where others do, because if they do I can argue the opposite. I won't go into details it's TMI. So Mike kept complaining that I was being too judgemental of the Chinese and their bathrooms until he had to go #2 at the Volleyball venue and rated his experience very low. He said: "I wish you would have warned me." What was I supposed to do? I had complained so much that I don't know what else he wanted me to tell him.



4. We've been having fun eating in China. When you ask for noodles or rice with a type of meat, you will not know what part of the specified animal you are eating. Well, you can tell for the most part. i.e.: I order chicken curry with rice and there were bones and tendons and all kinds of chicken parts that I usually don't see at Teriaki Stix. Being a picky eater already, I've had to pick even more at my food, now try picking at your food with chopsticks.. However, the food has been very tasty, the spices add so much to the flavor. When Mike wrote about his experiences he was trying to defend this very post which I had written before and have since deleted it and added to it. Maybe I haven't lived in the US long enough, but I've not even seen a whole chicken, duck or it's innards offered in the menu. They do have sweet and sour pork here, we ate it three days ago.


5. Chinese people don't understand lines. Now that's not all of them thank goodness. At any given time a Chinese will butt in line or even push you out of the way to order at a concession stand, or go into a bathroom stall. For those of you who know me well, I can't accept that. I'll do to you what you do to me. So last night a lady was trying to go in front of me into the bathroom and I got in front of her and would not let her go, and it happened again on Sunday after the Brazil x USA game. I yelled at her to go back in line. On the other hand some have actually yelled at their countrymen for being rude and told people to wait their turn. Yesterday we went to the Forbidden City and then a park up the hill across the street. On the top there was a pagoda with a Buddha statue and people were paying tribute to him. There were 4 doors, one on each side of the pagoda which overlooked the whole city. Mike was standing on this 10" metal weatherstripping of sorts at one of the doors and I had one foot leaning on it. This guy came over and asked Mike to get off and he did. Then he complained about my foot so I purposely moved one foot out so that had one foot in the room and one foot out of the pagoda. The guy told me to not do that and move both feet out, I put my foot inside so my whole body was still inside the pagoda. The guy give me a fake grin and went back to take care of his Buddha. Mike got all mad that I was giving the guy a hard time. Was I? Or was it the other way around? You can argue both ways. They do weird stuff all the time, but I'm not allowed to. hmmmmm.... We walked to the National Opera House which is one of those amazing architectural gems of the 21st century and there were a bunch of people resting on the steps inside the opera house. So I sat down too. Then a guard comes to us and tells us we cannot sit there, so we get up. Around a little hedge of plants from us there were about 10 Chinese sitting on the same steps with a guard in front of them and he said nothing. So I went right behind them and sat down. It wasn't 2 minutes later the guard told all of them to move, some did and others didn't. We moved because I was ready to kungfu them. I mumbled an expletive to myself. I'm so ready to go home where nobody seems to care where I sit.

6. Traffic laws do not apply in China. One would think they've only had roads in the past 6 months. We're getting somewhat used to it, but it's seriously ridiculous. We've heard a rumor that 85,000 die in the roads of Beijing yearly. Whether driving, biking or walking you can expect a car to turn left when the light is red and there 4 lanes of incoming traffic coming towards him; pedestrians crossing 4 lanes of traffic or just standing in the middle of the road when the pedestrian light is red. A Lexus RX350 cut off a corner and missed me by 6 inches while I was crossing the road when the pedestrian light was green and beeping for us to cross. If I had been a blind person I would have been dead.

Overall though, we've had an amazing time so far in China. I feel totally safe, the city is very clean(at least during the Olympics), the landscaping everywhere is impeccable(everywhere looks like Disney World landscaping). And Mike and I have commented plenty of times on how neat it would be to live here for a few years. Learn Chinese, learn a bit more of the culture(so I could be more forgiving of the lack of courtesy, I'm still very rough around the corners). We've met quite a few expats that live here and love it. They get paid a lot, go home 5 times a year and live like kings. I could handle that, after all that's the whole reason why we are changing our lives so drastically so we can be flexible to live wherever we want.

Mike and I have no doubt that China will be the center of the world in the next coming decades. They somewhat still lack an entrepreneurial mindset, but they've got the resources, willpower and hard work ethics to do it. Case in point, everywhere you go there are people asking you to buy something from them. They all have the same products whether at a market or just out on the street. When we climbed the steps to the little Buddha pagoda on top of the hill there were no carts selling cold drinks and there were lots of people needing a refreshment. Instead, you could take pictures in a silk dress, but there was no water. I immediately thought to myself, one guy up here and he could make pretty good money with a little cooler with water. In Brazil where I used to live there's a huge sand dune on the beach and there are always people with coconut water, or other drinks on the bottom of it because it is no longer open for the public to climb up to the summit. But in my days, when it was open there were guys selling cold coconut and water up on the top too! Now that's the spirit of making money.

Talking to a girl who sold me pearl necklaces, I found out she graduated a year ago with a degree in Accounting but she sells pearls at the silk market with her sister. I asked her why she wasn't working in accounting and she said that it was better to sell pearls. She said that foreigners are what the companies want because they know English better and because they know the world better. In essence they have a better sense of the world marketplace so both Chinese and multi-national firms prefer to hire foreigners since the Chinese have been sheltered from life in the world we know. It's sad to realize that, I'm sure even sadder for her, her country controls her news, her education, her life and then shuns them from progressing in the beginning of a marketplace revolution which is taking place in this giant country because she is not open-minded enough. I truly don't think it's her fault.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saint in China.




Renatha and I attended sacrament meeting of the LDS Church in Beijing, China on Sunday. 1) In the door to the chapel. 2) In front of the bulletin board. Notice the carving at top in Chinese and above that "Welcome to the Beijing Branch" (Enlarge the photo to see it).

There are three branches for the entire city of Beijing that meet at this downtown location. While the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is still not officially recognized in China, the Chinese government has granted permission for the members to congregate and worship. The two morning branches are comprised of expatriates and internationals, aka non-Chinese citizens (except for spouses). These two branches may not have any contact, whatsoever! (during worship services or anytime at all during the week), with the third brach that meets in the afternoon. That branch is comprised wholly of Chinese citizens who have been introduced to and converted to the faith outside of China. They may speak about and share Church beliefs with immediately family members only; so, baptisms do take place in mainland China! Non-Chinese citizens of the Faith may not proselyte, actively or passively, and the International congregations are reminded of this weekly. All branches are doing a fabulous job at maintaining positive and trustworthy relations with the Chinese government. The Gospel is peeking into the front door of China, a door that, as Elder Oaks says, "is ajar."

More Chinglish.



More Chinglish at a ticket booth outside the Beijing Zoo (What?!).

Thursday, August 21, 2008

China rising.

My friends, China is rising. That idea that you may have of a China that resembles San Francisco's Chinatown or a sweltering collection of narrow and interlacing streets littered with rickshaws and beater cars, well, you are WRONG! I'm not sure what I was expecting before I arrived in Beijing, but my eyes have been opened to what China is: A behemouth economic powerhouse: Construction everywhere, enormous and modern skyscrapers, wide and well-maintained roads, commerce and upscale shopping, and, at least in Beijing, a pervasive middle-class. Yes, the Chinese still need some etiquette lessons in forming and maintaining a proper queue (stop cutting in line!) and their public toilets are questionable at worst (I haven't been in the women's rooms, of course, so a man's perspective may be a bit more rosy since we have the option of standing and not wiping), but I have been in several delightful public loos.

Las Vegas may have more lights, more glitz, and more facade than Beijing, but not more size, and not more scale. Imagine Las Vegas's strip, an extra-wide street with Audis and Mercedes and Hyundais and BMWs and Hondas and Toyotas, shopping everywhere, from multi-leveled high-end department stores to strip malls and massive, huge, upscale hotels and office/corporate buildings and times it by a thousand. That's Beijing. Beijing . . . is . . . HUGE!

Hutongs are not necessarily slums, they are simply the older, preserved sections of the Beijing of yestercentury. Beijingers are proud of the hutongs and they are slowly being stamped out by development. There is an ongoing struggle to protect the remaining hutongs throughout the city.

It is unusual to go into a Chinese equivalent of Teriyaki Stix and see minced kidneys and whole duck (with head) on the menu, but you tell me what a Chinese person would think of mayonnaise on Jell-O or fruit cake. After travelling the world as I have, a few unusual food concoctions in a particular country is the norm. Mostly, the Chinese eat the same foods, prepared differently, that we do. Also, American Chinese food is not Chinese Chinese food. I have not seen a single morsel of sweet-and-sour pork in this country.

Generally speaking, the Chinese have been exceptionally polite. It's culturally ingrained to be accommodating. There are so many Chinese that we have encountered in the hospitality arena (hotels, restaurants, shopping, venues) that speak English! However, taxi cab drivers are conspicuously lacking in the English-speaking category; thank goodness for maps and pointing. I will say that most of our frustrations have occurred trying to get a taxi from the city to Shunyi District on the outskirts of Beijing. About one in three cab drivers say "no" to taking us home in the evening because it is somewhat out of the way. It's an economic problem only; just a cab driver trying to make a yuan. Although, last night, we were espcially put off by a driver trying to negotiate the fare before we left. He wanted 300 yuan for the trip, but Ren and I know it's between 80-100 yuan when the driver uses the meter. We got out of the cab immediately.

When driving in a foreign country, there is a style--an ebb and flow--of traffic patterns that everyone is used to. In China, it's more like Chinese than English, is all. I heard that number too, that 85,000 people die a year on Beijing streets. I SERIOUSLY doubt that number; that's 10 people and hour. Someone needs to get the facts straight. I haven't seen an accident yet in Beijing--car, person, bike, or rickshaw (I haven't seen any rickshaws period, for the record). But I will say this: cars and pedestrian and bikes and motorcycles do some crazy things on the streets that as an American in America, I would never do. It's entertaining!

China is rising. Our host, Carl, said it best: The Chinese are the original capitalists. Eventually, as the Chinese marketplace grows, the old ideals of the Communist government will be squashed by the unstoppable momentum of a burgeoning economy. No ideal contrary to the almighty yuan (or dollar or euro) can stand long against it. It is happening; I have seen it!

Chill Day in China

Today we have no events to attend. There's a slight rain outside and we thought it would be a good day to enjoy the Forbidden City. But after watching Misty and Kerry take the gold again in beach volleyball, from the comfort of the Curtis' couch, we walked to the clubhouse, had a wonderful lunch and decided to stay home for the rest of the day. I feel like I've been going 100 miles/hr since we've been here. It doesn't help being pregnant and feeling a little more tired than usual. Yesterday we had men's beach semis to watch in the morning. We spent an hour or so with an american couple that bought finals tickets from us and we spent two hours at a local eatery conversing with Jenny from Australia. Jenny used to be a swimmer and she's here attending the Olympics with her husband who is semi-retired, I think from sailing.

We've met some awesome people while in Beijing. It is the very essence of our travels, to meet and make friends with world citizens. Mike and I have started making plans for London 2012, and we're curious to see which of the four cities bidding for 2016 will get the honors. The candidates are: Tokyo, Madrid, Rio and Chicago.

After lunch with Jenny, we made our way to the Olympic Green for a quick trip to the olympic store for some souvenirs. Then we enjoyed the architecture of the Water Cube and the Women's 10M diving prelims. So today we rest and renew our spirits a weekend of volleyball. We were so lucky to be able to attend so many vball matches. This being our first olympics, we felt we needed to go to as many events as we could, but truly our hearts are into volleyball.

So here's what's happening tomorrow:
Brazil plays USA in the final of Men's Beach VB. I'm cheering for Brazil this time.
Brazil also plays Georgia for the Bronze in BVB. The Georgians are Brazilians, but naturalized Georgians. So either way there will be 2 medals in Brazilian hands.
We'll cruise over to the indoor action to see USAxRussia and BrazilxItaly semis. There could be another vball final between BrazilxUSA on Sunday. That would be nuts!! Saturday is the women's indoor finals and I also have a feeling it'll be BrazilxUSA. WOW! Talk about best of both worlds for us. We get to see both our teams plays all at once, and somehow Mike and I don't hate each other during the matches.

Quick update at 10pm on 8.21.08: Brazil beat China and USA beat Cuba in Women's Indoor vball. Gold Medal match will be BrazilxUSA on Saturday morning.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Blissful feet.



Renatha and Mike and Justin getting our "quintessence" pedicures on the fourth floor of Yashow Market in Beijing, China.

Some daily doings.





Chinglish: No lingering!

More Chinglish: Quintessence pedicure. Whatever it is, it was fantastic. My feet have never looked better and all for $25.

Renatha getting a head, neck, shoulder massage. Thirty minutes for $5. FIVE DOLLARS! (That's it.)

Friday, August 15, 2008

Nice surroundings.




Outside and inside shots of the Yosemite Village complex clubhouse. Yosemite Village is where our hosts reside on the outskirts of Beijing.

Silk Market.




Renatha and I in the Silk Street Market. The Silk Market is absolutely crazy, with hundreds of shops on six levels, all selling knock-offs and copies and every category of shop selling pretty much the same merchandise: same shoes in the shoe shops. Same watches in the watch shops. Same shirts in the shirt shops. Shop until you drop, but don't enter into negotiations unless you are prepared to pay up if you strike a purchase price. I saw several occasions of young women minding a shop pulling on the arm of a customer who was trying to move off. Aggresive, aggresive, aggresive. However, if one negotiates well, even like when we struck a really good price, the shopgirls loved you. We went back several times to several different shops that we had previously bought from and were always well-received!

Chinese National Acrobatic Troupe




Thursday night, while Justin was attending Jake's and Sean's volleyball match, for which Ren and I couldn't get tickets, we accompanied the Curtis's to Pizza Hut and then to the Poly Theater in downtown Beijing to watch the Chinese National Acrobatic Troupe--a combination of the familiar and the new! The troupe is a-ma-zing! They use all sorts of props and apparatuses, like trays with glasses and spinning plates and poles, ladders, and hoops. Plus, they throw each other, balance on one another, Flip, tumble, bend, and balance, and gosh, there just aren't words. The hoops that I am pictured with are the exact hoops and height that one of the acrobats jumped through after doing two round-offs and a leap. He failed on his first attempt, but went through on the second attempt (He had to land on his hands, coming down head first). I tried to stand on my tip-toes to give you perspective of how high over my head that hoop is, but I couldn't get my heels to the full height of the curb. Nonetheless, my head is only a few inches lower than correct perspective. The floor-to-hoop height is 3.1 meters (10' 2").

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Day at the Wall






Jake's family, the Gibbs, arranged for a small bus to take them to the Great Wall on Wednesday. They invited Ren, Justin, and I to accompany them. We boarded the bus at their downtown condo location and snaked our way through Beijing cars, trucks, buses, scooters, and bicycles. (I can't tell you how often, as we have made our way about the city in cars, taxis, and buses, how often we have narrowly missed being hit by a bicycle. Bicyclists own the road in Beijing, and if one is not careful, s/he will be plowed over by one). As we continued, the traffic ebbed and soon, the bus was on rural roads, passing by small towns whose signage indicated that we were far, far, far from home. Soon though, we began making our way through a few vehicles, then passed a parking lot, and then a sea of vehicles, buses, and pedestrians. All those photos we have seen of the Great Wall never included the mayhem and market place at the base of the mountains upon which the Wall is situated. I should've taken a picture of it all, but all I have is that photo of Ren and I eating noodles and mystery meat at an outdoor table. To access the Wall, we boarded a six-person tram. Then we mounted the Wall through a small portal: Wow! I can't say that I was overly or underly impressed with it all, except to say that, after all the pictures and lore, it was wonderful to be there. Truly, the Wall extends as far over peaks and valleys as I could see. 20 feet wide and 20 feet tall, with guard house every so often: The enormity of the construction project is what I was impressed with. The effort to get the materials to the site simply to begin construction would have been enormous!!! We meandered about on the steep inclines and sometimes very shallow rising steps and sometimes very steeply rising steps for about two hours. We descended on a chair lift over the tobogan run (that we could have used to descend if we were willing to wait in line for an hour) that you can see pictured in one of the photos. At the base, we milled about for another 90 minutes, eating, shopping, and almost buying a banana that one woman asked $3 for. I declined and did not even try to enter negotiations. EVERYTHING is negotiable in a Chinese market! We sacked out on the hour bus ride back to Beijing.

--Mike V.

Chinglish signs at the Great Wall




More Chinglish signs at the Great Wall.

Food for thought!

We've been staying in a luxury compound where embassy workers live as well as other oil execs like the Curtis'. They have American food and their club house, which is of literal palatial size has a 5 star gym and spa, restaurant, reception facilities and more. So we've not been too privy to the Chinese delicacies. A couple of nights ago after visiting the wall with the Gibb family, we went to a noodle bar. We ordered noodles with beef brisket and I almost became a vegetarian that night. The noodles were great and the broth exquisite, but the meat.... It had pieces of tripe stuck to it and as soon as I saw it there's was no way I was going to put that meat in my mouth. Mike ate all of his and loved it. Next time we see something crazy we will have to take detailed pictures. But that little experience with tripe definitely got me thinkin'. American cereal has never tasted so good to me.

ps: The Chinese eat noodles and broth for every meal of the day. We haven't even seen a bowl of rice yet. Kung Fu Panda was very accurate.
-Reni V.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

What's in a name?



A post, among many, on a bulletin board in the main office of the upscale housing office where our hosts live. (Click on image to enlarge.)

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Chinglish.


My cousin, Heather, asked me to be on the look out for signs in "Chinglish." Y'know, the type of signs that have phrases that you're not quite sure what the message is--whose translation was executed by a first-year English student using only a Chinese-English dictionary.

This phots was taken next to the concession stand at the beach volleyball venue. And speaking for the concessions at the Olympic venues . . . man, they left our group extremely hungry by the end of day. Zipping around by taxi left us no time to grab a bite in a streetside eatery or something. Of course, we thought we could get a sandwich, a bowl of rice, maybe even a scorpion-on-a-stick at the venue concessions. Nope. The best they had was "vitamin bread"--essentially a plain roll wrapped in paper packaging. There were chips, and Snickers, and ice cream cones, but nothing substantive. All day, we subsisted on vitamin bread and Coke. Thank goodness for burgers and nachos. Now that's substantive!!

--Mike V.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Beijing

Beijing, China . . . let that spill from your lips. When Beijing, China tumbles from my lips, it seems exotic, faraway, barely imaginable. Now tack on Olympics: Beijing, China and the Olympics. Does that go together and is it possible to insert myself and my wife into the festivities? My head can't process Beijing, Olympics, and Ren and I there all at once. Our impending sally across continents and into Red China isn't quite registering. And we leave in four days!

We will be posting regular updates to the blog, including our experiences to and fro and everything in between. If there's anything you want to know about, have a picture taken of, bought for you, or have Ren and I do, then throw out your requests. Our adventure is your adventure and we truly want you to come along.

--Mike V.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Blog worthy weekend.





Some interesting things happened this weekend. Ed and Camilla invited us to go watch Batman with them and because they were taking Lucas, we decided to take Isaac too. Not a good idea, Isaac is not ready for movie theaters, or anything less than a G movie. So I ended up outside with him most of the movie. Which was fine because Thursday was Pioneer Day in Utah and we got to watch a bit of fireworks from the roof of my car in the parking lot and Isaac got his inaugural dive in a fountain.

That is what you just read. Outside the theater there's a cute fountain with some big boulders inside and a little waterfall. Around the fountain there's a small wall that leads to a bit higher one where there is a planter box.Isaac found little rocks to throw inside the fountain. After numerous attempts of telling him to come back to me and to be careful, Isaac lost his balance throwing one of the stones and went in head first, barely missing the big boulder 18 inches from the wall he fell from. He was completely soaked and his legs were shaking a lot. He was so surprised by it all, poor guy. I took his clothes off and while doing so, couldn't believe I started laughing, and he started laughing while yelling to himself "cuidado, cuidado" I thought it was hilarious. I mean, he was fine it was just a scare and a quick splash into some semi-cold water. I took him to the car and left his clothes by the fountain for a while, realizing that his diaper bag was inside the theater with Mike. But his diaper wasn't really wet because somehow I managed to jump like a cat and get him out of the water. So we just stayed in the car and thanks to the heat of the summer and dryness of Utah, he was dry in less than 5 minutes.

The other cool thing that happened this weekend is that I placed in the my first open tournament ever. It was fun being able to get a prize, it hasn't happened since I was in college playing A on the grass. Not that we don't deserve the credit for beating teams that have constantly beat us, but it was super windy, over 100 degrees, and my tummy felt like the extra 10 pounds I've put on. Needless to say as much as I really wanted to get to the final, I was so running on empty that Tracy and Angela who beat us to go to the finals were kind enough to keep serving my partner so I wouldn't pass out before the game got to 21. Both of them having kids themselves and Tracy being just 6 weeks post partum can appreciate what it feels like playing with a 5-month blob attached to you. I'll gladly settle for 3rd place, thank you.