The doctor from Moscow
We decided to have a pediatrician from Moscow examine Sonya at the orphanage. This had been recommended to us by our adoption agency because the medical records and tests provided by the orphanage are not always reliable.
I was lucky to reach the doctor by email. She was a pediatrician who worked at the American Hospital in Moscow. She had been recommended by the adoption agency. She was willing to fly in for the day for $1000 + the cost of airfare. It was a lot of money, but we were willing to spend it in order to assuage any anxiety regarding Sonya's health. I felt confident that she was in good health, but still wanted some sort of confirmation from a reputable doctor.
The doctor arrived on friday, our last day in Perm. Artur picked her up at the airport and we all drove the long drive together to Bereznicki. She was a young doctor in her 30's or so. She spoke perfect english and was very attractive with a halo of dark curly hair. I believe she was of turkish origin.
We arrived at the Bereznicki Baby home as the orphanage was called. We asked for Sonya and was told that she was at the eye doctor. We were surprised by this since we had told the assistant director that we would be coming with our doctor today. Sonya's eyes were red and infected the previous day. Perhaps they wanted to treat her before our doctor arrived.
It seemed that the orphanage was often shipping the children out to be examined by local clinics. I had the suspicion that this was some way of spreading the government money to many different clinicians.
The assistant director and the other caregivers at the orphanage were very respectful towards the doctor. It was obviously a big deal to have this doctor come all the way from Moscow.
They brought us all tea and cookies, something they had never done before. They let the doctor look over the medical records and all of the paperwork while Sonya was at the eye doctor.
Finally, Sonya returned and our doctor was able to examine her.
The doctor poked and prodded her and looked into her mouth, eyes, ears and nose. She listened to her heart and checked her reflexes - She took copious notes. She looked at her hands and feet. After much examination, she declared her to be a healthy and intelligent baby who showed no signs of fetal Alcohol Syndrome. We were much relieved.
The doctor re-translated all the medical information for us. She also found the letter of relinquishment by Sonya's birthmother. She showed it to us and remarked at how nice her handwriting was. This was evidence that she had been well educated . This was precious information to us. Indeed, her handwriting was very neat and careful.
We were leaving Perm that afternoon. This would be the last time we would see Sonya until our return in a few months. I fed her formula out of the funny bottle, and kissed her good bye. her caregiver took her away to her crib in the nursery.
At the last second, I asked if I could see her one last time in her crib. They brought me upstairs where the children slept.
The nursery was a long and narrow room with back to back cribs. There were six in a row. I noticed that the special toy we had brought her, the woozit, was already hanging up, out of her reach. The nursery was old fashioned looking, but very clean - Everything was white. It looked like a sanitorium in an old movie. I walked passed all the babies in their cribs. and found Sonya. She was still awake and lying on her back, wrapped in a blanket.
She looked so sweet in her crib, yet lonely too. I kissed her and waved goodbye. I told her not to worry because we would be back for her very soon. Perhaps I was consoling myself more than her at that moment.
I kissed her Goodbye, feeling sad and dazed to be leaving without her.
We left that day, and didn't return again for 3 months.