We have all heard the saying, “It takes a village to raise a child.”  This story provides proof of that old adage. 

by Lisa Haydel-Vicidomina, Metairie, Louisiana

In 1994, Holt called ten families to let them know amazing news: they each had a daughter waiting for them in China. In January 1995, my family met with nine other families in Hong Kong, and we cried during the introductions, knowing we would all be parents soon.  We were strangers from California, Wisconsin, Louisiana, New Jersey, Virginia, Texas, Montana, Massachusetts and Ohio. We each came from a very different world, but soon we would be tied together for life, bonded like one giant family.

After a week in Hong Kong, we flew to Guangzhou.  Another travel group was already there, getting ready for their departure home with their daughters. They were giving us hints and tips, but due to the jet-lag, anticipation and nervousness, I really don’t think any of us remember what they said. While the two groups were meeting in a small, cramped hotel room, a representative came to inform us that the babies would be coming that evening.  The representative asked the Vicidominas to raise their hands.  My husband and I raised our hands.  We were told there was a problem and that our daughter would not be coming until the next day.