When you adopt a child overseas, the U.S. requires a physical on the child be done by an approved doctor prior to issuing the visa and all the paperwork to bring your child home. It's a unique experience because all these adoptive U.S. parents go to the same doctor for the physicals. After surreal weeks away from home, you are in a room with lots of other Americans having the same experience. Everyone is just kind of happy to see everyone else. At any rate, through the adoption community, I'd already heard about the doctor being very strict. I took my 2 year old daughter in, and he told me to strip off her clothes including her diaper. She started crying. The doctor told me to sit down, and she cried louder and louder as he examined her. He told me, in his very thick accent, "You will need to be very firm with her. She is drama queen, next big Hollywood star. She was favorite in orphanage; I know this because she is not undersize or underdeveloped. She was favorite and knows how to manipulate...next big Hollywood star. See? There are no tears, just anger. This is what you need to do...watch." With that, he took her down from the exam table, took her to the sink and threw a handfull of water into her face. He took a towel and wiped it straight down her face. He then threw another handful of water in her face, wiped it and put her on the table. She stopped crying and just looked terrified. He said, "See? That is what you need to do?" I remember thinking, "He just water boarded my child! I think CPS would have some thoughts about me employing that technique." That was the craziest advice, but there were plenty of perspectives at the orphanage and just in the general public there.
They keep their children very warm (think layers and layers of clothing even when it's 70 degrees out), and they aways wear a jacket and hat. Besides that, you never let any skin show on the child other than the face, as they could get cold. Childproofing is non-existant there, but everyone and their brother would stop me on the street to lecture me if my daughter pulled her pant leg up a little bit where there was a smidgen of skin showing between the pant leg and sock or if her hat had slipped above her ears slightly or if she unzipped her jacket a little bit. One day I was carrying the stroller up yet another flight of mismatched stairs because of the lack of elevators, and a woman stopped to chew me out in her language as I was struggling with it. I looked at her and said, "are you kidding me? My daughter might fall down this ridiculous flight of stairs because there are no elevators here, and you want to complain that her ear is showing slightly. I'm not blind; I know her ear is showing! I happen to be busy trying to keep her from breaking her neck on the stairs. Priorities!" That was my last nerve. She didn't speak English, so she probably had no idea what I said...just that I looked like a crazy lady.