Saturday, August 22, 2015

For Such A Time As This



As a Christian, and as an adoptive mother, I have a very strong opinion on abortion, and with all of the recent Planned Parenthood videos being released I think now is the best time to talk about this subject. Please, please, hear me out, because this has been weighing so heavily on my heart for such a long time. And now that there's a chance that abortion laws and funding may change, maybe now people will finally act.


There are over 1 million abortions performed per year in the United States.

If there is Planned Parenthood defunding and new abortion laws, the number of abortions will decrease (yay!)  And, inevitably, the number of babies born each year will increase (yay! right...?) There will be many more infants up for adoption (yay?) , and even more children will enter the foster care system, as unfit mothers try their damn hardest to raise a child in unhealthy environments.

  Oh, wait, did we not think of that...?


Currently there are 397, 122 children living in foster care, without permanent families, in the United States. 101, 666 of these children are adoptable (meaning the parental rights were either terminated by the court, or relinquished by their parents)


Do you know what happens to the children who remain in foster homes and are never adopted? They 'age out of the system', which means that when they turn 18 they are completely on their own.
 Each year more than 20,000 children age out of foster care. 2 out of 3 of these children become homeless, or imprisoned.

I'm not saying that I support abortion. I'm also not saying that I don't. 

 Here is what I am saying: regardless of where you stand on the issue, there is another bigger issue on our hands- and it is only going to get bigger if these laws and defunding actually go through, which is what so many Christians are praying and fighting for.

We demand that 1 million more babies be born, yet we are not caring for the ones who are already here. If we can't even step up and care for the thousands of children up for adoption, how could we possibly care for hundreds of thousands more that will inevitably be added if abortions decrease?

And how can we condemn a woman who looks at the circumstances around her and comes to the heartbreaking conclusion that she simply cannot support a child at this time in her life, and chooses to abort, yet we sit here, knowing that there are literally thousands of children who desperately need a home (right here! already alive!)

And we also know that we are called by God to care for orphans ('Pure and undefiled religion is this: to care for the orphans and widows in their suffering..." James 1:27) and yet we don't condemn ourselves for not acting on this?

We are doing exactly what that woman is doing; looking at our circumstances and deciding that we simply aren't ready, not financially secure enough, or whatever the excuse may be.

Those against abortion label the women who choose abortion as being incredibly selfish.
 But who is more selfish: a woman who chooses (based on her current circumstances) to not have a child...or a Christian, who is called to care for orphans, but also chooses (based on their current circumstances) to not care for a child?

How about, instead of focusing on what she is doing wrong, we take a look at ourselves.

If you would do anything to save the millions of unborn babies, then  please also  do something about the babies who are already born...and abandoned, and in front of you.  If you were unaware of the number of orphans and foster children in the United States, now you know.  Once you are aware of an injustice, it then becomes your responsibility to act, and to make others aware so that they may act.

If you are going to be passionate about abortion, then you must be equally, if not more, passionate about adoption. There should never be a conversation about abortion without an even lengthier one about adoption.





If there is any way that you can adopt or foster at this time, please step up.You are desperately needed.  We have a tendency to sit back and pray for the orphans, and pray for others to step up, but God asks us to not only pray but to also act.

 "What does it profit, if someone says he has faith but does not have works?  If a brother or sister is naked and destitute of daily food and one of you says to them, 'Depart in peace, be warmed and filled' but you do not give them the things which are needed for the body, what does it profit? Thus also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead" (James 2:14-17)


"For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise from another place...but perhaps you were brought to this kingdom for such a time as this" (Esther 4:14)

And if you truly cannot, but are still passionate about abortion/adoption, and want to do something, then please share this information with others.

Or.. support a family who is fostering or adopting (babysit for them, donate to them, bring them dinner)


***Share this information with your pastors; ask to have an adoption education night at your church, so that those who have a heart for adoption can be provided with resources and information, and also so that they will know they have the support from their church. Why is this not already happening in every church?!?


NOW is the time to step up.



 

 

                  If God has instilled in you a desire to adopt, and you still hesitate, why?


"I don't think I could financially support a/another child"


Did you know that adoption through the foster care system in many states costs nothing? NOTHING. If there is fee, it is small, and can be written off on your taxes.  Travel expenses can also be reimbursed. And there is a thing called "adoption assistance' which is a monthly payment given by the state to help with expenses until the children are 18. Call your local Department of Human Services and attend the information class to see what the costs would actually be in your state before dismissing the idea.

If you are looking at private adoption fees, you can do many fundraisers. You could also get your church involved and ask for donations. Don't be ashamed to ask for help when it's a worthy cause; we are talking about children's lives.


"I would really like to, but 40 hrs of classes, plus the length of time to complete a home study is just too time-consuming...how would i find the time?"


Really? When God puts a fire in your soul and commands you to care for a child, do you think this is an acceptable response? WWJD, eh?

How long did it take Noah to build the ark?  They predict it was over 100 years.  Not sure if that's true, but the point is that when God commands something of us, the length of time it may require to complete the task is irrelevant.  We make time for what really matters, and if it is a passion of yours then this excuse is silly.

40 hours out of your life in order to give a lifetime of love and hope to a child is too much for you? Come on...

I'm not trying to be insensitive, honestly. I understand first hand that there are real fears and concerns people have when trying to decide to adopt or foster. I had the same thoughts, and my husband had immense anxiety as well.

But when we look back on those fears, we can see how minuscule and silly they were compared to the big picture.



I'm going to end this with my story of having to face my own excuses:

A few months before officially deciding to start the adoption process I was standing in line at the grocery store when I saw a woman with a young boy (barely 2 yrs old) and he was in the grocery cart acting a fool; yelling, not buckled in, half hanging out. She was yelling at him and slapped him (hard) repeatedly, and I kept glancing over, my blood boiling, about to say something to her.

All of a sudden he fell out of the cart and hit the floor, and i felt my heart drop into my stomach. He was crying and bleeding and she was screaming at him, and by this time the store manager had gone over to them, and I heard whispers that he had also called the cops. I could feel my heart pounding and i had this insane thought that I should stay and wait, and offer to care for him. Which is ridiculous, because that's not the way it works.

If the state did decide to remove him from the home, he would have to go to a family member first, and then if a family member is not available he would go into emergency foster care. But I'll never forget what God spoke to me in that moment.

Call it God, the universe, my soul, whatever your faith...the point is that I heard these words.

(my internal dialogue)

Me: I will take him. I can care for him

God: Why?

Me: Because he needs a home, and i can provide that. He needs love, and I can love him.

God: But why him?

Me: Because his mother is clearly abusive and neglectful. He needs me.

God: There are thousands of children in abusive and neglectful homes. Why him?

Me: Because he's right here. I can see him.

And that's when it hit me. I had been wanting to adopt for years, and had discussed it with my husband many times. Yet we hesitated and hesitated, even when I knew that the majority of the children waiting for adoption came from abusive and/or neglectful homes.

 How sad it is that it took having to actually see a child being neglected in front of my eyes, before I felt called to action.

More than likely you will never actually see children being beaten or neglected in front of you, but it is happening. You do not see these children, but they are here. And they are then tossed into the system, where they just wait.

Open your eyes and SEE these children.

They are not in orphanages; they are in foster homes, and the longer we wait to act the longer they wait.




Here are some resources:

ccainstitute.org (congressional coalition on adoption institute)

childrensrights.org

childwelfare.gov

davethomasfoundation.org (yes, the founder of Wendy's created a foundation to help children in foster care find forever homes)

adoptuskids.org (Click on the state you are in and get specific facts and steps for adopting in your state. Some states even show pictures/info of their adoptable children)



We live at a time where information is right at our fingertips, so please Google any questions you have and you are sure to find forums, blogs, websites to answer any of your questions.

Also, pick up the phone and call your local office to attend an introductory meeting on fostering/adopting in your state.

Because of the current uproar involving Planned Parenthood here in the United States, my focus of this post has been on domestic adoptions.  For the record, though, I believe that all adoption, whether domestic or international, is beautiful.

Do you see that we have the power to end the world's orphan crisis, if only we chose to stand up and fight for it as strongly as we stand against abortion?





 

Monday, February 23, 2015

Psalms 73:26 My flesh and my heart may fail; but you are the strength of my heart and my portion forever



I am scheduled to meet a new pulmonologist tomorrow, so I've been going over my medical history in preparation for the appointment.  Most people know of the health complications with my pregnancy, that I have a pacemaker, and that I had surgeries as an infant. But I've recently realized that most of my family and even closest friends do not know the full story.

I like to make jokes that I'm a "miracle baby".  I also jokingly blame my health problems for anything I am unable to do  (i.e. I cannot swim, nor whistle, nor flip a coin- all because of my poorly functioning heart)  I will vaguely mention things like "I was born with heart disease" or "I have bad lungs", but never expand on it, simply because it's too long and complicated to explain.  I don't want to bore anyone with the details.

 The truth, though, is that the full story is pretty incredible.  I am slightly ashamed that I've had this testimony and never shared it before.  And, regardless of your beliefs, it's still really interesting from a medical stand point.  So here it is....

I am not a medical professional, but tried my hardest to make sure all information was correct.  Please excuse any mistakes.  I used information gathered from my medical records, The Annals of Thoracic Surgery, and the book "Running The Midnight Marathon" by Craig Brian Larson (at the time of my heart surgeries, my parents' pastor came to visit and pray with them at the hospital through every surgery.  Years later he wrote a book on faith and perseverance, and used my story as one of the examples)

Excerpts from Running the Midnight Marathon:

"On July 26th 1984 Terri gave birth to their second child, a girl, whom they named Rebekah.  The delivery had gone beautifully, and Rebekah appeared to be in perfect condition.  As the weeks passed she continued to appear healthy, except for some discoloration in her skin, thought to be jaundice.  At her 6 week check-up, however, the doctor, noticing a slight blue tint to her lips, became immediately alarmed, and ordered that she be taken to the hospital.

The terrifying diagnosis:  Rebekah was in heart failure.  She had only days to live.  'Her heart' said the cardiologist, 'is a mess'  The four pulmonary veins that pipe clean, oxygenated blood from the lungs to the heart were detached, dangling behind her heart.  There were two holes in her heart allowing clean and dirty blood to mix.  Also, instead of left and right ventricular outlets, she had two right outlets, and no left.  More revealing than the surgical report was the cardiologist's grim face.

Open-heart surgery was scheduled.  The doctors planned to do just enough to keep her alive: attach those four dangling pulmonary veins.  Her other defects would have to wait until her body was
stronger.

Even doctors know their limitations.  At the beginning of the crisis, as Vince and Terri conferred with the surgeons, Vince asked point-blank what Rebekah's chances were.  The doctor pointed to the ceiling, looked up, and said, 'It's not in my hands'

Vince recalls, 'He said that he had only seen or read about 10 cases like Rebekah's in the last 10 years.  I asked how many had survived.  He wouldn't even answer'


For those who like technical terms and details (as I do) here are the clinical terms of my defects and explanation:


1. total anomalous pulmonary venous return(TAPVR- also called total anomalous pulmonary connection): all four pulmonary veins are malpositioned. Normally, your pulmonary veins take blood from the lungs back to the heart through the left atrium. In TAPVR the pulmonary veins connect to the right atrium, hepatic portal vein, superior vena cava, or some other vein.

The point being that they are not connected correctly to the heart, therefore, not bringing oxygenated blood back to the heart properly.

But here is what made my condition different than most cases they see:
Usually in TAPVR  the 4 pulmonary veins are connected to some vein (not to where they are normally supposed to be attached, but still some sort of connection...somewhere)

All 4 of my pulmonary veins coming from the lungs were not attached to anything. They were just hanging, draining blood down towards my diaphragm. So there was no oxygenated blood coming back to my heart. 

This is why my diagnosis is called TAPVD: total anomalous pulmonary venous drainage (not return/connection)


2. atrial septal defect : this is a type of "hole in the heart" While babies are in the womb there is an opening between the upper chambers of the heart, but it should close before birth. Atrial septal defect is actually beneficial to TAPVR, because the hole allows small amounts of blood to kind of leak into the heart; this hole is what keeps an infant with TAPVR alive at birth.


3. double outlet right ventricle:    Normally the aorta connects to the left ventricle, and the pulmonary artery is connected to the right ventricle.

With Double Outlet Right Ventricle both pulmonary artery and aorta flow from the right ventricle.
No arteries were connected to the left ventricle (the chamber that normally pumps blood back to the body)


The doctors were unable to explain how I had survived for 6 weeks with all pulmonary veins detached from my heart, and malpositioned arteries.  The atrial septal defect allows a small amount of blood to leak into the heart, but certainly not enough to sustain my entire body for 6 weeks.


"Rebekah's frail body was deathly weak when I went to visit her prior to her first surgery.  After donning a sterile yellow gown and scrubbing my hands with a plastic brush and brown, disinfectant soap, I pressed with Vince into the thick tension of the intensive care unit of Children's Memorial Hospital in Chicago.

I greeted Terri, whose face was taut with strain, and then turned my attention to Rebekah.  She lay unconscious, her eyes moist and swollen.  She was wrapped, not in pink baby blankets, but in technology.  A clear plastic, saucer-like bed, a welter of wires and tubes networked her tiny body, and around the bed stood monitors and IVs and shelves filled with medical supplies.  Two feet overhead a light radiated heat.  On the screen, I observed the slow fluttering record of her heartbeat, now in such jeopardy. 

Then I noticed something with a human touch.  Taped above Rebekah's head was a hand written note.

"My flesh and my heart may fail," it said, "but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever Psalm 73:26" 

"While I was in bed last night," Terri told me "I prayed, 'God you have to tell me if she's going to live, or if she will die. You have to tell me.  I just can't stand the not knowing' Then I opened the Bible and read that scripture.  My eyes fell right to it.  So I wrote it out, ran to the ICU and taped it to her bed"

I survived the 1st surgery.

The next two weeks lasted forever. "The recovery involved constant monitoring," says Vince.  "She could have died at any second.  My wife lived at her bedside.  Rebekah couldn't eat for three days.  She couldn't drink for three days.  We watched tears pour down her face.  After a day's worth of crying, all we saw were tears, and her mouth open but no sound came out; her voice was gone.  So it was horrible.  It was just horrible."

Nevertheless, she made it. And after 2 weeks they brought Rebekah home.


Unfortunately, when I was 7 months old a cardio catheterization revealed pulmonary stenosis.  The repaired pulmonary veins were closing, and the damage to my lungs was severe.  The doctors suspected I may have interstitial lung disease.  If that were the case, it would be irreversible.

They would try to reopen her pulmonary veins, and if she was not too weak, get a lung biopsy.  They braced Vince and Terri for nothing but negative:  even if they could reopen the veins, there's a chance they could close up again; more critical, if the lung biopsy showed lung disease, death was inevitable.
 
...The surgery was scheduled for the next day.  Vince and Terri went home to pack a suitcase for the hospital.  While there, Terri opened her scripture calendar to the next day's date:
 
February 22, 1985: "A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit I will put within you; I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you a new heart of flesh" Ezekiel 36:26
 
Terri says, "I'm not into fortune cookies, or superstitions, but when I turned the calendar to that date, I just stood there crying.  I yelled to Vince 'You have to see this.  You have to see this' The next day I taped that to her bed when she went into surgery.  I knew God was speaking to me"
 
 
The surgery was successful, and they were able to collect a sample from the lungs to biopsy.  They had to wait a week for the results. 
 
During this waiting period Terri says "While the lung biopsy was in route, you see her struggle; you see them put a chest tube in her, and all of a sudden your mind starts flip flopping.  But even in moments of disappointment, there was a peace that would come over me.  I didn't flip out or say "God, you lied to me"  Instead, my heart would say "It's going to be okay.  God's just going to do it in a different way"
 
Terri's peace was justified.  The biopsy report finally returned-negative.  Eight month old, brown-eyed Rebekah, still weighing only 8 pounds, had bounded over another huge hurdle.
 
Vince and Terri sat down with the heart surgeon after the 2nd operation for a briefing on Rebekah's future. "We'll have to wait several months and see what happens to the pulmonary veins.  If they begin to close again, there's no sense in attempting the final surgery"
 
Over the following weeks, Terri often wrestled with the feeling that time was running out.  She would walk into the nursery, see her baby sleeping, and think of the painful procedure ahead and the risks.  Frequently she knelt by the crib and after crying for a while would pray "Touch her heart and let everyone see your power"
 
Months passed, and finally the doctors scheduled Rebekah's 4th cardio cath.  The procedure was supposed to take 2 hours.  After the 3rd hour passed without report, tension mounted. For 3 hours they had been trying to insert the testing instrument into her veins; first in one leg, then the other, then her arm - all without success.  They had to call in another cardiologist.
 
The next day they tried again, and were finally able to get through.
 
With few words and no emotion, the cardiologist informed them that the veins were open, and they were clear to proceed with the 3rd surgery.  He knew, all too well, that what lay ahead was nothing to get excited about.
 
 
Finally it was the night before surgery.  Before putting Rebekah to bed, Terri anxiously danced with her in their hospital room, quoting scriptures, and singing praises. 
 
The nurses wheeled 11 month old Rebekah - weighing only 10 pounds, but now with blondish brown curly hair - down to the second-floor operating room with her parents by her side.  They had taped a new scripture to her bed:
"I will not die but live, and I will proclaim what the Lord has done" Psalm 118:17
 
 
 
 Aside from the fact that I am alive today, and survived 3 open heart surgeries, the thing that strikes me as a  "miracle" is that I was alive for 6 weeks with no immediate sign of heart disease.  Yes, sometimes infants can go months before discovery of a hole, or a common heart defect.  But it is pretty miraculous that my body somehow sustained itself for 6 full weeks, without any medical intervention, with all 4 pulmonary veins detached and just draining, and the great arteries misplaced.

I absolutely believe God sustained me those first 6 weeks of life.  I absolutely believe in miracles.

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Recently my father sent me an article from the "The Annals Of Thoracic Surgery:  Surgical Management of Infants with Complex Cardiac Anomalies Associated with Reduced Pulmonary Blood Flow and Total Anomalous Pulmonary Venous Drainage" dated April 1986

I am patient #2 in the study.  Within the last 10 yrs the hospital had seen only 8 patients with a similar combination of cardiac anomalies.  4 patients died during surgery, 3 were alive and well, and 1 was alive but doing poorly.  I was one of the 3 that were living and doing well at 18 months old.

Interesting fact, the other 2 patients who were alive and doing well had their first surgery within the 1st week of birth; one at 4 days old, the other at 7 days old. 

Another interesting thing was that all 4 children who died had shunts put in prior to attempted correction of TAPVD.  There were two points that this article makes:

1. Time was crucial.  The sooner the TAPVD was repaired the greater the survival rate
2. Shunts should be placed after the repair of TAPVD, as fatality rate was higher when shunts were placed first. 

I was first seen at one hospital and then transferred to Children's Memorial hospital.   The doctors at the previous hospital could not see my pulmonary veins clearly through the cardio cathetizeration, and therefore did not know I had TAPVD.  Their plan was to place a shunt.  If it wasn't for the incredible doctors at Children's Memorial Hospital in Chicago, who did a second cardio cath with pulmonary angiography upon my arrival, which showed my pulmonary veins draining down towards the diaphragm, I would have had an unnecessary pulmonary shunt placed, and an even greater chance of death.

My father is very intelligent, rational and analytical.  He was the one who asked the doctors every possible question, and he memorized every detail of my conditions.  He researched to find the top heart surgeon in Chicago.  He was the one who requested that I be transferred to Children's Memorial, and have Dr. Michel Albawi perform my surgeries.  When he was told that they would not accept me as a patient, because of the type of insurance we had, he went up to the hospital and confronted the director of the hospital.  They made an exception.  If it wasn't for his persistence, I would have never been transferred, and I would have had a shunt placed at the first hospital. 

I am eternally grateful to my parents; my father's intelligence and persistence, and my mother's wisdom, prayers and unyielding faith.

I am eternally grateful to my surgeon, Dr. Michel Albawi, and every doctor and nurse that cared for me.

I've had issues with my health since those surgeries.  I've had a pacemaker since 8 yrs old, and I've had 3 replacements.  I also developed aorto-pulmonary collaterals during my first pacemaker surgery, which required coil embolization.  I formed those collaterals again during my pregnancy.  It was life threatening and required an 8 hour coiling procedure.  I have come close to death multiple times, but each time God has sustained me.  I may have complications in my future, and that is okay.

Because when I read a report of 8 infants (simply known as Patient 1, Patient 2, Patient 3, etc...) and then I scroll across to the final column of the report which states "Outcome", and read next to each infant the words "died" or "alive", it puts everything into perspective.

 Patient 2: Alive. I've lived 30 yrs more than predicted.  30 years more than Patient 3, 4, 7, and 8.  And for that I am forever grateful.

Even if I were to die tomorrow, it would not be a tragedy.  Every day on this earth is an incredible blessing that I may have never known. 



Friday, March 15, 2013

Adoption Update

The committee date was moved to March 12 (Dan's birthday).  It usually takes them 3 hours to decide. Technically, they have 24 hours to make the final decision, although it is rare that they take that long.

Well, I was driving with my mother from Chicago to Memphis on the 12th, so Dan was the one to get the call from our adoption worker.  They thought all families presented at committee had great strengths, and decided they needed to take the full 24 hours to decide.  It was a bit disappointing, because I was anticipating the decision all day and just wanted an answer.  At the same time, it was great to know that they were not making a rash decision, and reviewed each family thoroughly.  And I was also happy to hear that the other families were good, because if we were not chosen I wanted the boys to go to a great family.

We found out March 13th around 1 pm that we had been the selected family. Ah!!

It is insanely exciting...and a little scary.  I'm excited that they thought highly enough of our family to entrust 2 boys to us.  I'm excited that I potentially have 2 sons.  I'm excited to see Adalee and the boys grow up together.  There is a lot to be excited about.  Scary, only because nothing is final until it's legally final, and that always gives me a bit of anxiety. 

The boys are 3 and 5 years old (just turned 5 this month)  I still do not want to publicly post their names until after the transition into our home.

Here are a few questions you may have that I have gotten from others:

1.  Have we met them yet?  No.  We have never met them.  We have seen 2 pictures and that is all.  It is a very weird process, and, yes, I wish we could have met them before committee, but that is not how the process goes.

2.  When do they come home?  They have been in their current foster home for 1 yr and are attached to the foster parents.  It will be a slow transition.  We are hoping to meet them the week I get home, but they will not move in with us for maybe a month or more after the initial visit.

3.  How does Dan feel about it all?  He is very excited.  He has already started planning how he will insulate the garage and turn it into a playroom for the kids. He's cute :)  He has already started collecting "boy" toys, and pirate outfits.  He's anxious to meet them.

4.  Are you sure you can handle 2 boys?  This is a weird question to me.  We obviously would not be at the point we are at, if we didn't think we could "handle 2 boys".  Our adoption worker, after hours of interviews and stacks of paperwork, would not have approved us for 2 boys if she didn't think we were capable.  The committee would not have chosen our family if they felt we could not properly care for 2 boys.  It's a silly question to ask us at this point...and quite insulting, too. 

5.  How much does Adalee know about the adoption?  She knows we are adopting.  For the past year at bedtime we have been praying for whoever God has chosen for our family.  Some days she is very excited and talks about having siblings, and other days she says she does NOT want to be a sister.  She's a normal 5 year old, and it's going to be a transition for her, just as much as it will be for the boys.  If I was growing a child inside of me, she would have the same anxiety about becoming a sister.  We are doing our best to help her understand what is happening.

Luckily, we haven't been asked too many weird questions.  Mostly everyone we know is supportive, and we really, really appreciate that.  Thank you for all the prayers.


Sunday, February 24, 2013

Adoption Committee

My initial intent was to start a separate blog, solely devoted to our adoption process, but that has not happened...obviously.  Instead, I rarely write about the adoption, and the posts I do write involving the subject are dispersed among other posts about fitness, family and ridiculousness.  Sorry.

Here is what has happened and what is currently going on:

Dec. 22nd - Home study was complete and we became certified
January 10- We were matched with 2 boys (brothers, 3 and 4 yrs old)

Once you are "matched" you get the children's bios, stating why they came into foster care, all family history that is known, education/special needs, etc.  After you read their bios, you tell the case worker if you are still interested in the children.  If you are, you then begin the process of collecting further info (talking to their foster parents, requesting school tests, sometimes even speaking to their teachers, doctor's reports...etc.) 

So, this has been going on since January.  Once you collect all information available, you then decide:
 A.  No longer interested/do not believe it is a good match for your family  or
 B.  Still interested and wanting to "go to committee" for the children

The phrase "going to committee" is a bit misleading, because Dan and I are not actually present at the committee meeting.  Our adoption worker is the one actually going and representing our family.  The children's case worker is at committee and has narrowed it down to the families that she feels would be best for the children.  Out of the many many home studies she received, she chose us as one of the best matches, which is very encouraging, since we were worried my health concerns would make it hard to get a match.  At committee they present our family to a panel of children advocates/social workers and they decide if we are the best match for the boys.

 There can, however, be up to 3 families total at the committee.  We do not know if there are 2 other families involved, we just know it is a possibility.  The reason I have refrained from getting too excited and spilling all the info is because there is still a chance we may not be chosen.  If we are chosen, we would begin visitations, and then they would move into our home.

After a lot of prayer, phone conversations with the foster mother, and conversations with each other, Dan and I decided we do want to "go to committee".  We just kept waiting for God to lead us in a certain direction; to show us any red flags that would make it clear it wasn't the best choice, or to open our hearts and minds to see that it very well could be a great match.  He did the latter, so we will continue on this journey and trust that if we are meant to be their parents we will be chosen, and if we are not, they will be placed with the right family. 

 I don't think it would be right for me to give any more information on the boys until we know if we are chosen, but I would love prayers and positive thoughts.   Committee should take place on March 14th and we will find out that day. 

Saturday, June 23, 2012

My Work-Out Secret

Truth be told, I don't have an exercise routine.  When I feel like working out, there are some very legit moves that I do, and I repeat them often, until my body is the way I desire it to be.  But I will not be sharing those moves with you today.  Most adults I know don't have time for gym memberships or strict, repetitive regimens.  Who has time for that nonsense? 

I do, however, have a different type of nonsense that you may have time for...here's a little secret of mine for getting into shape:

Move!

Sounds like a no-brainer, but you'd be surprised at how many perfectly good opportunities to move we pass up every day.  Just because you work, it does not mean you can't move in some form.  Wiggle your fingers, tap your toes, start shaking your whole body in your seat while you read this. Do it!  Don't tell me you don't have time.  How many times do you stop and check email, or check your phone while at work, or go to the bathroom?  All you gotta do is move a little prior to, or immediately after, doing those things.

Wiggling is so underrated, and so ideal for many situations.  I'd say, "dance" but that often scares people, so I prefer the term wiggle.  Call it what you will, but if you would just shake that body a little every time you check your phone or your email, you'd be moving a hell of a lot more than you do currently.  If you are in line at a store, march in place or sway side to side. 

At home and have a few seconds to spare? Roll your shoulders, clap your hands, do 3 jumping jacks (I didn't say 10... I didn't even say 5.  I said 3.  You can do it) 

Hop to the laundry room, dance to the kitchen, skip to the garage.  I don't care what you do, just freakin' move!  Get into the habit of being mobile in some way, all the time.  I'm not going to lie, you will look ridiculous.  But it may make you laugh, and as we know, laughter burns calories.  Laughter will also instantly put you in a good mood, so it's a fine trade off. 

One of my more ridiculous moves is rolling.  I have been known, on many occasions, to roll on my floor during commercials, and even sometimes during the show I'm watching.  How do I roll exactly?  I lay on the floor and just start rolling all over the place, like a little kid hyped up on pixie sticks.  I roll all over the living room floor.  There is no science to it.  I don't roll to one end of the living room and back 10 times, change my position, then repeat.  I just roll as ridiculously as possible, all over the place, for as long as I can.  Sometimes I'll switch it up and just lie on my back and  kick into the air, or pretend I'm being chased and pedal my feet like I'm riding a bicycle to get away.  If it gets my adrenaline really going, I'll jump up and run in place, or dance, or...something.  Anything.

Is this going to get you into great shape?  Absolutely not. 

What it will do, though, is get your body into the habit of moving.  It will also increase circulation throughout your body, which will give you more energy and clarity of mind.  With all this new energy and mind clarity, you may now have the motivation to start some legit exercise moves, eh?  See, moving in frequent and very small ways does have benefits.

Start incorporating different types of movement into your daily activities.  Forms of movement that are often overlooked:

wiggling
clapping
stomping
jumping
hopping
swaying
kicking
hitting/punching (Grab an old pillow...and just beat the shit out of it)
skipping
tip-toeing
rolling
crawling
bouncing


Oh, one more thing I must say...
If you are a mother (or father) and you have had to  A. pick up your children's toys   or   B. give them a bath today, I give you props.  How dare you do those things and claim that you did not work-out!  Give credit where it is due.  It is, quite literally, a pain in the ass (and back) to bend back and forth over a tub to wash your child.  Same goes for bending over repeatedly picking up toys.  Go on and pat yourself on that aching back. 
You definitely deserve it. 










Saturday, March 10, 2012

Overly Ambitious Goal for 2012

I had decided at the beginning of this year to read more.  After having a child, the opportunities to get lost in a book for hours (or even 30 minutes) become very rare.  I believe I've read less than 10 books, fully, within the 4 yrs of Adalee's life. I have a terrible habit of starting 5 books at once, and whichever book can hold my attention the longest is the one that I finish.  The other 4, half-read books get tossed to the side and forgotten.  I decided to try my hardest not to do that this year.  Start one; finish one. 

The first book I started was Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer.

Aside from the very far fetched plot (a young boy wandering all over New York,  going into strangers homes to find clues that he believes his dead father left behind for him...)  I really, really enjoyed it.  I finished it in less than 4 days, which was... invigorating.  I hadn't finished a book in less than a week in years.  It felt so gooood.  I started having all kinds of crazy thoughts.  At this rate, I could read 2 books/wk.  And, technically, that would come out to 8 books/month... 96 in a year!  I am going to read 96 books in 2012! 

Hence, my overly ambitious goal for 2012 ;)

I have since settled down.  My momentary high from finishing one book has waned a bit.  The high has died down to what I would describe now as a mere buzz, which still feels excellent.  I still want to commit to reading on a regular (preferably daily) basis. 

Since reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, I have finished 2 more books.  And I am half way through 3 more (yes, I fell back into my habit of juggling multiple books, but instead of choosing 1 and dumping the rest I am committed to finishing them all)

So, my new goal is to read 2 books/month, as a minimum.  24 per year compared to 96 is pretty sad, but at least it's realistic. And, it's much better than the previous quota of 2 per year.  If I can finish the 3 I am half way through before April begins, I will still be on track.

2012 Book List:

1.  Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close- finished




2. Angela's Ashes- finished
Excellent memoir of a young boy growing up poor in Ireland






3.  The Hunger Games- finished

Yes, I finally caved and began this teen series.  I was very hesitant, due to the popularity of the Twilight series and how disappointed I was in those books.  This is much different.  Still, it is very obviously written for young teens, but the plot is much more appealing than that awful, vampire, love triangle story line of Twilight.





4.  Mockingjay- currently reading- 2nd book of Hunger Games series 
Update:  Finished




5. Attaching in Adoption- currently reading


6.  Jane Eyre-  currently reading  (I read in high school and wanted to relive it)



Update:

Bad news:  I began 2 new books before finishing #5 and #6
Good news:  I FINISHED those 2 new books :)


7.  Catching Fire (3rd in Hunger Games) - finished



8.  The Lost Boy - finished
by Dave Pelzer (same author as A Child Called "It")
A Child Called "It" chronicles Dave's childhood as an abused child,
being raised by a mentally unstable and alcoholic mother...
The Lost Boy is his experience going through the foster care system
after escaping his mother's abuse.



Friday, September 30, 2011

Didju do that?! Yes. Yes, I did.

It has been almost a year since I began crocheting.  Sadly, none of my creations have been worthy enough to post.  There are so many crafty people in this world, with crafty little blogs showcasing their talents.  I don't think I will ever be one of those people.  But, every now and then, I hope to create a winner that I can share and not be ashamed of.  Little masterpieces that will evoke questions such as, "Didju do that?!" 

I decided to try my hand at Amigurumi - Japanese word that literally means "crocheted stuffed toy"

They are so freakin cute, and seeing as I have a 4 yr old little girl that loves soft cute things, I decided to give it a go.

She initially wanted me to make an ugly looking airplane, which didn't really even look like a plane, even when crocheted by professionals. I am not about to put in that much time, effort and yarn to make a toy that looks ridiculous. I vetoed that choice and had her choose between the 3 that looked like real toys:  Bunny, Giraffe or Elephant.  She agreed on the giraffe.


So with no further adieu....










He is pretty darn cute, I must say.  I need to work on sewing the pieces together a bit, because I kind of jacked up the neck seam....





...but Adalee didn't notice.  She named him Carlon - her favorite girl's name is Carla, so all boys are "Carlon"





Ta Da!!