Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Where's Winter?
61 degrees on January 31st... sounds like a perfect day at the park to me :-) After Rachel's speech therapy appointment, the kiddos and I headed off to play. 2 p.m. on a Tuesday - we had the place to ourselves. It was cloudy and a bit breezy, but for January, we'll take it. I'm beginning to wonder if we will be having winter.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Counting it ALL Joy
60. my bed
61. pain medication when needed
62. the hugs of my sweet children after a night away
63. God's promises
64. the comfort of sweatpants (not an every day fashion statement - I promise!)
65. prayers of friends and family
66. technology allowing me to stay connected with so many
67. the care, protection, and understanding of my dear hubby
68. beautiful flowers from my parents
69. sunshine
70. an acquaintance becoming one I can call a friend
71. Rachel's growing confidence
72. the stirring in my heart to pray for a stranger
73. SCC weekend services that never fail to move, touch, and encourage me
74. The resonating "Do for one what you desire to do for all!"
75. TGIF frozen potato skins
76. A beautiful necklace - a gift from my BOY
The Homeschool Mother's Journal - Homebody
In my life this week…
- I was a homebody. I had an outpatient surgery on Monday and took some time to recover this week.
- Rachel had speech as usual on Tuesday, but Mommy overdid it by getting the kiddos ready to go, driving, and sitting in the waiting room. Therefore, Wednesday, Mommy camped out in bed, so that's where we had school. Thankfully, Mommy was feeling better and we were able to go back to our DRASTIC co-op on Thursday. Friday, we got together with our Galloping the Globe friends, and I led our culminating lesson on France.
- Sometimes you just feel lousy. Modify plans, have a PJ day, and have school in Mommy's bed.
- God's Promises!
- Tuesday, I'm enjoying dinner with two lovely ladies and sweet friends. Looking forward to it girls!
- Wednesday, I'm hitting Panera with my Light Will Rise gals to do some planning for upcoming events. That night, it's back to Bible Study - I hate that we missed it this past week.
- Thursday, DRASTIC classes again and our Adoption Care Group at Southland Christian Church. I so love these dear friends. Looking forward to some news that will be shared, and I'm going to do a little speaking on Transracial Adoption.
- My comfort of my wondeful hubby! He takes such good care of me. His hugs, kisses, and understanding were such precious gifts to me this week.
- I'm considering switching up the phonics program I'm using with Rachel.
- I'm reviewing Reading Eggs as part of the TOS Homeschool Crew, and I'm excited to see how well my kiddos are doing with it. Hope it continues to be effective!
- Implementing some new programs and changing the routine of our homeschool day
- Not a Fan by Kyle Idleman
- I have many prayers warriors that I can call upon, and they are so very faithful!
- God to be glorified by my words and actions. May I live for Him this week!
- A friend headed to Mozambique on a Mission Trip.
- A friend who must make a job decision tomorrow.
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
Questions Raised
Giving birth to an amazing baby boy...
A few years later, adopting two precious Ethiopian cuties...
Most recently, a miscarriage...
Huh? I don't get it. Well, I do, but apparently many others don't. It's interesting how many questions have been raised since others have learned of our miscarriage. Since I'm kind of in a "sharing, lay it all on the table" kind of mood, I decided to address some publicly.
Know that we are doing well, and this isn't written in an ill spirit. We've been open and honest throughout our adoption journey and repeatedly tell people that no question is off limits. Why? We have done nothing ourselves... it is only what God has done within, through and for us. Miscarriage did not lead us to adoption, but I know for many others that is exactly what draws them to consider it. If our personal experience can be a tool for someone or resonates with another, then I'd hate to keep it silent.
1. You adopted after having "your own" kid? Was that because you were told you shouldn't or couldn't have anymore children?
Hopefully, this is the only somewhat harsh thing I'll say, but first, I detest the phrase "your own"! Unfortunately, I've had such things written in a bio (obviously that someone else wrote) before speaking, and I've heard it said by others (including extended family members). I assure you that Jeremiah and Rachel are as much "my own" as Caleb. These three beautiful little ones are God's babies, and I'm just blessed He has entrusted them to Jon and I. I'm humbled to be their Momma and wholeheartedly love them each.
Medically, we were never told that we couldn't or shouldn't have biological children. Our choice to adopt was made well before Caleb was ever conceived. In fact, on our very first date, Jon and I each shared our individual, God-given desires to adopt. It was our belief that God would grow our family solely through adoption, but God had other plans. His perfect will for our lives included Caleb Scott, and we couldn't be happier. As Caleb grew and it appeared to be time for him to have siblings, adoption was our inevitable choice.
Our decision to adopt was an act of obedience to the calling God so clearly gave to us. Because of this great desire within, Jon and I truly believe we could have loved ANY child, but it was GOD who chose Jeremiah and Rachel to be adopted into our family. We are forever grateful! While the circumstances that led to their need to be adopted is heartbreaking, God's redemptive and restorative power prevails! The Father to the fatherless is Sovereign.
2. Aren't you planning to adopt again?
Yes, we do believe God is calling us to adopt again. Because we had such a positive experience adopting children at 3 and 5 years of age, we do not desire to adopt an infant. While we don't know any specifics of our future adoption (country, exact age, etc.), we most definitely feel God moving us in the direction of an even older child this next time around.
In fact, due to several different situations we have encountered, God has really stirred our hearts to pray about adopting a child who is available due to an adoption disruption or dissolution. Our hearts have been broken and tears have been cried for children in such situations, and we've been doing our research. Whether we are simply called to pray and advocate for such children or eventually bring one into our home, one thing is presently clear. Due to the current ages of our children - 5, 6, and 7, now does not appear to be the right time to pursue an adoption from disruption - or any older child adoption. Still know that we are praying and open to God's timing and leading!
3. Were you trying to get pregnant?
Knowing we'd like to adopt an older child and the timing is not right at this point, I really wanted to experience an "itty, bitty" one more time. Our children desperately want younger siblings... NOW! Months ago actually. They each comment on "our baby" all the time and have put in their requests. Jeremiah wants a WHITE baby because Rachel sucks her thumb and that's nasty. (Apparently, he thinks a white baby won't do that???) Caleb wants a BROWN baby - maybe from Haiti this time. Rachel wants a MERMAID baby with a pink tail and sparkles. I've convinced her that won't happen, so she'll concede just so long as there is a baby "SOON Momma, please!"
Without going into details, once Jon and I made the decision to try, basically, we VERY quickly were!
4. Why didn't I know you were pregnant?
Please don't take this personal. You were in good company... hahaha - with most everyone we know! Not our style to spill the beans to early... shocking I know since in other arenas we are extremely transparent and open. (aka Blabbermouths!) With Caleb, I don't think we shared with our families until 12 weeks. With children in our home, we definitely wanted to keep things quiet until we knew the pregnancy was viable and all was well. In this case, it wasn't, so instead of learning I was prego, you learned I was having a D&C and terrified of going under anesthesia for the first time ever.
5. Why didn't you tell your kids what was going on?
Our kids never knew and won't know (at least not until they are older) about the pregnancy. Thus, explaining the need for a D&C would be lost on them. No need to do that!
My Jeremiah and Rachel have experienced such loss. When you have one Momma in heaven, you are pretty protective of the one you got now and fear more loss. Rachel, especially, panics if I have a headache or runny nose. It was not my desire to escalate any fears. Actually, another way I knew that I was doing ok with the disappointing news of my miscarriage was my almost immediate need to protect my kiddos. My prayer requests were that they would not fear knowing Mommy was going to be at the hospital.
With Jon working at the hospital as a surgical nurse, it was not a lie at all to tell the kiddos that Mommy was going to see a Dr. and nurses at Daddy's work. They knew that I'd sleep there a little bit and because Jeremiah asked about an IV we confirmed that Mommy would get a "drink in her hand" like Rachel did. The kiddos got to enjoy a night at Grandma & Grandpa's and Mommy was awake (just a little drugged and groggy) when they came home and greeted me with sweet hugs and kisses.
6. Are you going to try and get pregnant again?
As with all things, Jon and I will need to seek God's guidance and wait upon Him.
A few years later, adopting two precious Ethiopian cuties...
Most recently, a miscarriage...
Huh? I don't get it. Well, I do, but apparently many others don't. It's interesting how many questions have been raised since others have learned of our miscarriage. Since I'm kind of in a "sharing, lay it all on the table" kind of mood, I decided to address some publicly.
Know that we are doing well, and this isn't written in an ill spirit. We've been open and honest throughout our adoption journey and repeatedly tell people that no question is off limits. Why? We have done nothing ourselves... it is only what God has done within, through and for us. Miscarriage did not lead us to adoption, but I know for many others that is exactly what draws them to consider it. If our personal experience can be a tool for someone or resonates with another, then I'd hate to keep it silent.
1. You adopted after having "your own" kid? Was that because you were told you shouldn't or couldn't have anymore children?
Hopefully, this is the only somewhat harsh thing I'll say, but first, I detest the phrase "your own"! Unfortunately, I've had such things written in a bio (obviously that someone else wrote) before speaking, and I've heard it said by others (including extended family members). I assure you that Jeremiah and Rachel are as much "my own" as Caleb. These three beautiful little ones are God's babies, and I'm just blessed He has entrusted them to Jon and I. I'm humbled to be their Momma and wholeheartedly love them each.
Medically, we were never told that we couldn't or shouldn't have biological children. Our choice to adopt was made well before Caleb was ever conceived. In fact, on our very first date, Jon and I each shared our individual, God-given desires to adopt. It was our belief that God would grow our family solely through adoption, but God had other plans. His perfect will for our lives included Caleb Scott, and we couldn't be happier. As Caleb grew and it appeared to be time for him to have siblings, adoption was our inevitable choice.
Our decision to adopt was an act of obedience to the calling God so clearly gave to us. Because of this great desire within, Jon and I truly believe we could have loved ANY child, but it was GOD who chose Jeremiah and Rachel to be adopted into our family. We are forever grateful! While the circumstances that led to their need to be adopted is heartbreaking, God's redemptive and restorative power prevails! The Father to the fatherless is Sovereign.
2. Aren't you planning to adopt again?
Yes, we do believe God is calling us to adopt again. Because we had such a positive experience adopting children at 3 and 5 years of age, we do not desire to adopt an infant. While we don't know any specifics of our future adoption (country, exact age, etc.), we most definitely feel God moving us in the direction of an even older child this next time around.
In fact, due to several different situations we have encountered, God has really stirred our hearts to pray about adopting a child who is available due to an adoption disruption or dissolution. Our hearts have been broken and tears have been cried for children in such situations, and we've been doing our research. Whether we are simply called to pray and advocate for such children or eventually bring one into our home, one thing is presently clear. Due to the current ages of our children - 5, 6, and 7, now does not appear to be the right time to pursue an adoption from disruption - or any older child adoption. Still know that we are praying and open to God's timing and leading!
3. Were you trying to get pregnant?
Knowing we'd like to adopt an older child and the timing is not right at this point, I really wanted to experience an "itty, bitty" one more time. Our children desperately want younger siblings... NOW! Months ago actually. They each comment on "our baby" all the time and have put in their requests. Jeremiah wants a WHITE baby because Rachel sucks her thumb and that's nasty. (Apparently, he thinks a white baby won't do that???) Caleb wants a BROWN baby - maybe from Haiti this time. Rachel wants a MERMAID baby with a pink tail and sparkles. I've convinced her that won't happen, so she'll concede just so long as there is a baby "SOON Momma, please!"
Without going into details, once Jon and I made the decision to try, basically, we VERY quickly were!
4. Why didn't I know you were pregnant?
Please don't take this personal. You were in good company... hahaha - with most everyone we know! Not our style to spill the beans to early... shocking I know since in other arenas we are extremely transparent and open. (aka Blabbermouths!) With Caleb, I don't think we shared with our families until 12 weeks. With children in our home, we definitely wanted to keep things quiet until we knew the pregnancy was viable and all was well. In this case, it wasn't, so instead of learning I was prego, you learned I was having a D&C and terrified of going under anesthesia for the first time ever.
5. Why didn't you tell your kids what was going on?
Our kids never knew and won't know (at least not until they are older) about the pregnancy. Thus, explaining the need for a D&C would be lost on them. No need to do that!
My Jeremiah and Rachel have experienced such loss. When you have one Momma in heaven, you are pretty protective of the one you got now and fear more loss. Rachel, especially, panics if I have a headache or runny nose. It was not my desire to escalate any fears. Actually, another way I knew that I was doing ok with the disappointing news of my miscarriage was my almost immediate need to protect my kiddos. My prayer requests were that they would not fear knowing Mommy was going to be at the hospital.
With Jon working at the hospital as a surgical nurse, it was not a lie at all to tell the kiddos that Mommy was going to see a Dr. and nurses at Daddy's work. They knew that I'd sleep there a little bit and because Jeremiah asked about an IV we confirmed that Mommy would get a "drink in her hand" like Rachel did. The kiddos got to enjoy a night at Grandma & Grandpa's and Mommy was awake (just a little drugged and groggy) when they came home and greeted me with sweet hugs and kisses.
6. Are you going to try and get pregnant again?
As with all things, Jon and I will need to seek God's guidance and wait upon Him.
The Club I DIDN'T Want to Join
Clubs... groups of individuals joined together... belonging based on commonalities.
I've been a card carrying member of many in my day. Some because I truly desired to be and others because I was determined to give my pre-college, paper pedigree a boost. Beta Club, National Honor Society, Drama, Chorus, FCA, etc. The list truly does go on, but I've found that it is in adulthood that the clubs become more universal.
Due to the fact that adoption has always been the God-given desire of my heart, I honestly assumed that I may be infertile. Honestly, I did not necessarily have the desire to carry a child, so what else could be the reason? I was 100% content and thrilled to have God grow our family through adoption. However, God had other plans, and we were blessed beyond imagination. Three years into our marriage as we began to think of expanding our family, we conceived with great ease.
It was when I was prego with Caleb that I was on the verge of being inducted into quite the club... MOMMYDOM! In some semblance of a "rush" or "initiation", my swelling belly invited others to break personal space rules, touch me, and offer unsolicited advice. Oh and don't forget the labor stories!!! Ladies LOVE to tell them, and they seem to reside in one of two camps - "Woe is me... I labored for hours or even days on end. The pain... the agony!" OR "What pain? I pushed once, or did I hiccup?"
Well, after four hours in the hospital, four less than impressive pushes, and a lot of extra assistance from the doctor, Caleb was born and I achieved MOMMY CLUB membership. Wow... it is and continues to be incredible! I get stuck with some less than desirable duties, but the amazing bond and love shared is worth all the ickiness that escapes all the little orifices! Becoming a "Mommy Club" member, I gained some credibility in all the other Mommy eyes... possibly even my own mother's eyes. Furthermore, I became more than aptly equipped to small talk with any woman who ever has had a child. Whether recalling labor, discussing milestones achieved by my offspring, or sharing his latest antics, I'm "in" and this club membership is lifelong.
Then, there is the ADOPTION CLUB. I expressed my desire to join this group at an early age. Quite honestly, when we began the paperwork process, I think others were stunned at first simply because it was no longer just talk but there was real action. Outsiders looking in on the adoption club assume it is either for the elite - "It takes special people to adopt. I could never do that!" or the insane - "Why would you want someone else's kid? Another race? Another country? You are nuts!"
Thankfully, adoption club members stick together and can usually remain unscathed from those who don't get it. Community is invaluable, and we surround ourselves with others. We have to - no one else understands our language (dossier, USCIS, I-600A, I-797C, Referral, Meetcha Day, Gotcha Day, Embassy, etc.). In process families especially crave connection. I know we blog stalked, chatted in YahooGroups, lived vicariously through others "Gotcha Day" videos, and attended support groups until it was our turn. Finally, February 15, 2010, I felt like my Adoption Club membership status became gold sealed and irrevocable. I held me precious Ethiopian cuties in my arms for the very first time. Because God has so richly blessed my family and grown our faith, I'm probably one of the biggest membership recruiters for this club that I know! Got questions - I'd LOVE to chat with you!!!
Yes, I'm quite the fan of these clubs I've found in my 20's & 30's, but there is one club that I never inquired, asked, or wanted to join. Thursday, January 19th, I learned that I would become a part of the MISCARRIAGE CLUB. After three positive pregnancy tests in December, a month of nausea and exhaustion, some cramping and spotting, instead of seeing 10 weeks worth of new life in my womb, an ultrasound confirmed that I had a blighted ovum, an anembryonic pregnancy. Basically, while an egg was fertilized and implanted, an embryo never developed. Instead, I had a growing, empty gestational sac. Then, on Monday, January 23rd, I had a D&C and have been recovering this week.
Because of the fear that we were losing the pregnancy a couple weekends prior to my initial appointment, Jon and I were both less than confident and a bit anxious yet we remained hopeful. I remember thinking to myself as I rounded the corner to enter the building, "God, whatever the outcome, I will praise you, the Giver of Life!" Jeremiah 29:11 is my life verse and as I often do I speak and pray it's truth over my life! I know God is in control and He has plans for my future!"
Without a doubt, the news of my MISCARRIAGE CLUB status brought on the waterworks. To say that Jon and I were sad and disappointed would be an understatement, but I assure you that we were neither devastated nor defeated. I had some good cries that Thursday and was even a little weepy on Friday morning, but I was absolutely ok. This seemed to set others a little off kilter. Several expected me to be a basket case, others offered trite platitudes and cliches, and some spouted bad theology. While I did not want others pity, I did understand that everyone was truly saying what they genuinely believed to be helpful, meaningful, and encouraging. Likewise, I appreciated those who revealed secret losses of their own, and most of all, the prayers of so many.
How did I put this heartbreaking news in perspective? I think multiple reasons.
I've been a card carrying member of many in my day. Some because I truly desired to be and others because I was determined to give my pre-college, paper pedigree a boost. Beta Club, National Honor Society, Drama, Chorus, FCA, etc. The list truly does go on, but I've found that it is in adulthood that the clubs become more universal.
Due to the fact that adoption has always been the God-given desire of my heart, I honestly assumed that I may be infertile. Honestly, I did not necessarily have the desire to carry a child, so what else could be the reason? I was 100% content and thrilled to have God grow our family through adoption. However, God had other plans, and we were blessed beyond imagination. Three years into our marriage as we began to think of expanding our family, we conceived with great ease.
It was when I was prego with Caleb that I was on the verge of being inducted into quite the club... MOMMYDOM! In some semblance of a "rush" or "initiation", my swelling belly invited others to break personal space rules, touch me, and offer unsolicited advice. Oh and don't forget the labor stories!!! Ladies LOVE to tell them, and they seem to reside in one of two camps - "Woe is me... I labored for hours or even days on end. The pain... the agony!" OR "What pain? I pushed once, or did I hiccup?"
Well, after four hours in the hospital, four less than impressive pushes, and a lot of extra assistance from the doctor, Caleb was born and I achieved MOMMY CLUB membership. Wow... it is and continues to be incredible! I get stuck with some less than desirable duties, but the amazing bond and love shared is worth all the ickiness that escapes all the little orifices! Becoming a "Mommy Club" member, I gained some credibility in all the other Mommy eyes... possibly even my own mother's eyes. Furthermore, I became more than aptly equipped to small talk with any woman who ever has had a child. Whether recalling labor, discussing milestones achieved by my offspring, or sharing his latest antics, I'm "in" and this club membership is lifelong.
Then, there is the ADOPTION CLUB. I expressed my desire to join this group at an early age. Quite honestly, when we began the paperwork process, I think others were stunned at first simply because it was no longer just talk but there was real action. Outsiders looking in on the adoption club assume it is either for the elite - "It takes special people to adopt. I could never do that!" or the insane - "Why would you want someone else's kid? Another race? Another country? You are nuts!"
Thankfully, adoption club members stick together and can usually remain unscathed from those who don't get it. Community is invaluable, and we surround ourselves with others. We have to - no one else understands our language (dossier, USCIS, I-600A, I-797C, Referral, Meetcha Day, Gotcha Day, Embassy, etc.). In process families especially crave connection. I know we blog stalked, chatted in YahooGroups, lived vicariously through others "Gotcha Day" videos, and attended support groups until it was our turn. Finally, February 15, 2010, I felt like my Adoption Club membership status became gold sealed and irrevocable. I held me precious Ethiopian cuties in my arms for the very first time. Because God has so richly blessed my family and grown our faith, I'm probably one of the biggest membership recruiters for this club that I know! Got questions - I'd LOVE to chat with you!!!
Yes, I'm quite the fan of these clubs I've found in my 20's & 30's, but there is one club that I never inquired, asked, or wanted to join. Thursday, January 19th, I learned that I would become a part of the MISCARRIAGE CLUB. After three positive pregnancy tests in December, a month of nausea and exhaustion, some cramping and spotting, instead of seeing 10 weeks worth of new life in my womb, an ultrasound confirmed that I had a blighted ovum, an anembryonic pregnancy. Basically, while an egg was fertilized and implanted, an embryo never developed. Instead, I had a growing, empty gestational sac. Then, on Monday, January 23rd, I had a D&C and have been recovering this week.
Because of the fear that we were losing the pregnancy a couple weekends prior to my initial appointment, Jon and I were both less than confident and a bit anxious yet we remained hopeful. I remember thinking to myself as I rounded the corner to enter the building, "God, whatever the outcome, I will praise you, the Giver of Life!" Jeremiah 29:11 is my life verse and as I often do I speak and pray it's truth over my life! I know God is in control and He has plans for my future!"
Without a doubt, the news of my MISCARRIAGE CLUB status brought on the waterworks. To say that Jon and I were sad and disappointed would be an understatement, but I assure you that we were neither devastated nor defeated. I had some good cries that Thursday and was even a little weepy on Friday morning, but I was absolutely ok. This seemed to set others a little off kilter. Several expected me to be a basket case, others offered trite platitudes and cliches, and some spouted bad theology. While I did not want others pity, I did understand that everyone was truly saying what they genuinely believed to be helpful, meaningful, and encouraging. Likewise, I appreciated those who revealed secret losses of their own, and most of all, the prayers of so many.
How did I put this heartbreaking news in perspective? I think multiple reasons.
- I'm not one to ask "Why me, God?" because really the question would be "Why not me?" We live in a fallen world, and things like this just remind me that this world is not my home.
- I am richly blessed. I have three absolutely beautiful children. If that is all this life holds I've been given gifts in abundance - more that I could ask for or imagine!
- I'm at a different stage in my life. Pregnant at 26 with Caleb, I never even thought about the risks involved with pregnancy and assumed all would be fine. At 32, I've witnessed too many friends suffer loss - including my best friend burying two sweet baby girls. Loss and life are intertwined. I only have to look at my precious Jeremiah and Rachel to be reminded of this. In their short lives, they have lost more that anyone should ever have to, yet God is still Redeemer and sitting on his throne.
- Adoption is in our future plans. At this time, our thoughts are to bring an older child into our home... possibly from a disruption/dissolution situation. While we don't know the specifics or the when, we do believe that God has used several situations to open and prepare our hearts for this next adoption journey. However, we do know that in order to pursue an older child... the timing will be later for this adoption since we currently have a 5, 6, and 7 year old in our house.
- Finally, if God so leads us to seek to become pregnant again, from a medical standpoint, we have never struggled to get pregnant. Both times happened quickly. I have carried full term before, and statistically, most women only ever experience a blighted ovum once. While this information is no guarantee, it offers great hope.
You are more, You are more
Than my words will ever say
You are Lord, You are Lord
All creation will proclaim
You are here, You are here
In Your presence I'm made whole
You are God, You are God
Of all else I'm letting go
Oh, I’m running to Your arms
I’m running to Your arms
The riches of Your love
Will always be enough
Nothing compares to Your embrace
Light of the world forever reign
Than my words will ever say
You are Lord, You are Lord
All creation will proclaim
You are here, You are here
In Your presence I'm made whole
You are God, You are God
Of all else I'm letting go
Oh, I’m running to Your arms
I’m running to Your arms
The riches of Your love
Will always be enough
Nothing compares to Your embrace
Light of the world forever reign
Monday, January 23, 2012
A Monday of Many Thanks
46. a giddy 7 year old birthday boy
47. my girl's captivating, big doe eyes
48. family meals
49. tears cried not alone but in my hubby's loving arms
50. a God-given peace
51. an understanding of how richly blessed I am
52. attentive and caring medical professionals
53. those who publicly and unashamedly live their faith
54. prayer warriors who rally at the mention of a word
55. encouraging texts, emails, and messages
56. God's protection
57. Isaiah 41:10
58. Jeremiah 29:11
59. faithfulness
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