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Friday, December 2, 2011

It's Been a While!

It's been months since my last update so I actually doubt if anyone is even checking this blog much after my lengthy absence.  My last post just happened to coincide with some fairly sudden significant life changes, namely that I was offered a job as a 1st/2nd grade teacher.  This is my first year teaching and I also have another part time mentoring job on the side.  I'm still occasionally doing portraits for friends when I can as well.  All that is to say, I've been extremely busy these past months!  In fact, I still am extremely busy and it's unlikely that I'm going to be jumping back into blogging regularly any time soon.

Still - the holidays are upon us and that always brings out my sentimental side.  I just ordered our family Christmas cards and that made me think of last Christmas when Shutterfly did their big "free photo card" promotion for bloggers.   At that time, I was blogging like mad.  There are no free photo cards this year, but (how wonderful it is to say!) that's OK because greeting cards actually fit into our budget this year.   

Additionally, we are speaking at the adoption agency again tomorrow and that always makes me think of blogging and the many stories I've related to...families I've connected with through this outlet.  Blogging is so powerful and I do miss it.  I think that some part of me will always be a blogger, even if I end up dropping that ball for the time being.  I need to take some time to let things settle in my life and then figure out what parts of my personal life can fit where.  As thrilled as I am to have found a teaching job (they are frighteningly scarce in my state,) it's still been a whirlwind that has left me in survival mode for the past several months.

I am exhausted and overwhelmed but happy and productive too.  I guess that's about the gist of things!  I hope all my fellow bloggers out there are doing well and I wish you all a happy holiday season!  


 
           


   


    

Thursday, December 23, 2010

A Letter from Christmas Past

Charlie's second Christmas is only a couple of days away.  Time has flown by so very fast lately, I'm left with the distinct sensation of a spinning frenzy of activity akin to a blizzard.  How is it possible, already, that this is my second Christmas as a mama?  I can still so acutely remember the sadness that came with the holidays for me, through the waiting years...through my time before Charlie.  But that is gone for me now.  Gone but not forgotten.  Never forgotten.  I've been thinking lately about what it all means.  Seeing the Christmas lights sparkle and reflect in our son's beautiful eyes really makes me think about the magic of Christmas.  For me it is and always has been about the children.  That's a big part of the reason why waiting, especially during the holidays, was so very difficult for me.  I wanted a child so badly so that I could see and relive that wonder and joy through his eyes.  Now that we have the child with whom to share the joy of this incredible time of year, I find myself reaching back into the past and remembering what it was like before he came along.  If I could have known then what I know now, what would I have said to myself?  What advice would I have given?  What would I have done differently?

 
I guess part of my reflective state is due to the face that my baby sister is currently in the beginning stages of her own journey through infertility.  I wish it wasn't the case.  I wish pregnancy would come easily for her and that I didn't have to see her struggle.  But I'm also glad we have each other and...at the risk of sounding narcissistic...I'm glad she has me.  Those of us who have navigated the waters know that they can be very cold and lonely at times.  I hope I will be able to lessen her burden a bit, simply because I've been there and I remember.

So what would I have said to myself back then, if I could've had a glimpse into this future...if I could've known what I know now?

.....................................................

Dear Melba,

Smile!  Put on your coat of Christmas cheer for the world to see!  Your time will come, you will be a mom!

Right now, close your eyes, take a deep breath and experience this moment.  Relax.  Just breathe.  If you are sad, it's OK.  Feel sad...it will help you to pave the way for all the love that's going to pour forth from your heart the first time you hold your sweet son and kiss his tiny baby cheeks.  You will love him more than you can even possibly imagine right now.  He will color your world in ways you never thought possible.  He will bring joy back to you and multiply it by 1,000.  You have no idea what being a mom will be like.  It's not something you can know before it happens to you.  I will tell you that it's not as easy as you think it is right now.  It is rewarding and beautiful in many ways but it is also challenging and overwhelming in many ways.  You will be a good mom but you will also make a lot of mistakes and you will often wonder if you're doing things right.  You will question yourself more than you think you will and you will worry about that boy, despite your best efforts at putting that aside.  So...be sad and feel the pain as it is needed now, it must serve some purpose for you.  But also try to stay awake and alive to NOW.  Try to remember that for better or worse, every day does count.  Who you are today does matter tomorrow.  Give your husband a hug and tell him how much he means to you.  Tell him how much you cherish the time you have together.  Embrace that and hold it close.  Your baby will change your marriage.  In many ways he will strengthen it but he will also bring new challenges and new expenses that will require some adjustment for both you and Michael.  He will make you stretch and expand, in ways both pleasant and problematic. 

What I really want you to know...to understand...is that you have to be alive NOW.  One day in the not-so-distant future, you will look back on these times and you will wonder why you spent so much of your time feeling sad.  You will never forget how hard infertility and the waiting part of the adoption process were but you will wonder why you let those things encompass so much of your being.  So again I say to you, Melba...smile!  Tuck the sadness away and use it when you need it but don't let it overpower you.  You have to struggle some now so that you will appreciate more later but you have my permission to feel hopeful, alive and happy right now, too!

Sincerely,

Your not-so-distant future self...      

 
            

Sunday, November 21, 2010

1000 Words

You know that old saying about a picture being worth a thousand words?  Well I think it's true around this time of year more than any other.  Gone are the days of old fashioned Christmas cards that were the holders of carefully cut school pictures of the children.  While those were great in their own way, I would always end up keeping the pictures on my fridge for a few months and then covering them up with more current fridge-fluff.  These days, old fashioned holiday cards have been replaced by an even better treasure, a card that IS a picture!  Anyone who knows me, or who has followed this blog for any length of time knows that I love pictures.  I love taking pictures, looking at pictures, giving photo gifts and especially receiving photo cards from friends and family!  In December with the cards begin rolling in, I love the way my hutch looks, all decorated with the beautiful faces of friends and family, shining out from the cards they send. 

In my opinion, Shutterfly is the ultimate holiday greeting card provider.  Not only do they have promos and specials that run throughout the year, they also have great deals for the holidays.  Their user-friendly interface makes selecting and designing the perfect photo card a snap.  With Shutterfly at your fingertips, you can send cards that are worth a thousand words this holiday season!  Check out the one I love most, I can't wait to design this with my own photos and send it out to everyone on my list this year.  The whole process is exciting to me!  Now that we are a family of three, it is so thrilling to be able to send the kind of updates I always love to receive.  Having a beautiful baby boy makes meaningful gift giving that much easier.  I know his family in Scotland will LOVE to receive the photo calendars I plan to create for them this year.  Check out Shutterfly’s great selection along with this really cool promotion, especially for fellow bloggers.

 

Monday, September 13, 2010

Transitioning

Well, we're on to week two of me being out of the house five days a week now.  It's been eons since my last post but there are good reasons for that, even though tonight is not the night I plan on spending time going into them.  :)  Suffice it to say, we have been busy but (almost entirely) in a happy, productive sort of way.

We had a great family vacation week at the end of August that closed the books on summer for us.  I'm hoping I'll be able to find time to write and/or post pictures about that sometime soon but we'll have to see.

So far, things with the new schedule/routine are going well.  Charlie has cried every morning I've dropped him off at day care so far, which is excruciating for me.  Even though I know he's completely over the sadness before we even get out of the neighborhood, I hate walking out the door when he's upset.  He's also been thrilled to see us when we come to get him each afternoon, which is so very rewarding for the mama in me.  The hours in between seem to have gone very well, from what I can tell.  His caregiver sent some pictures home today and it was really nice to see him smiling and happy.  He's eating and sleeping with no issues while he's there so I'd give the whole arrangement a pretty high rating so far...even though it is still hard for me to be leaving my baby boy every day.

Speaking of me, I haven't figured out what, if anything I plan to write publicly about my student teaching experiences.  I've been writing feverishly in my paper journal but feel a little apprehensive about sharing information out here, where (literally) anyone can access it.  I may change my mind and do a weekly synopsis on my other blog though, I'm just not sure yet.  From the big picture perspective, things are going very well.  I'm really loving the children.  Five and six year-old kids are some of the sweetest there are.  I'm learning a lot and staying extremely busy, to the point that I'm literally collapsing into bed by about 10:00 every night.

Regarding the little one and the drama surrounding sleep that I left hanging from my last post, things have gotten better but the problems are not resolved.  All of your comments were very helpful and very much appreciated so thank you.  I think I've stopped beating myself up and feeling as though I should be able to do better, which has alleviated some of the stress.  I'm just trying to focus on our son and his needs and let those lead the way.  At some point, he will sleep through the night without needing reassurances from us and until then...well, it could certainly be worse!

For the time being, I'm soaking up every single moment I can get with him.  The little man seems to learn something new and get a little bit cuter every single day. 



Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Quality vs. Quantity

Today was one of those days...you know the kind.  Running all over the place but not really accomplishing much at all.  I had a lot of school stuff to do and a standing social obligation that I didn't want to pass up.  Hence, I had very little time with the boy today.

Still, when we were together, we were cuddling and laughing and happy.  Certainly that counts for something, right?  I hope it counts for a lot because come the fall, when I start my full-time student teaching stint, that's the way things are going to be for us, most of the time.

I'm literally split right down the middle about the major changes that are headed our way in a little over a month.  One part of me is excited in a great anticipation sort of way and one part of me is terrified in an, "I don't know if I can do this" sort of way.  On top of my own anticipation/fear came the news that we will need to find new child care arrangements for C.  This development was not terribly surprising but still makes me feel sad.  We had a great arrangement going last year and I'm sad to see it go.  On the other hand, C. is getting to the age where it will be very beneficial for him to be around other kids and to have a little more structure to his days.  Yet again, I feel split right down the middle:  One part sad and one part excited to see what the next chapter holds.

I know it will all be fine.  I know plenty of people work full time (plus!) and still manage to maintain a great relationship/bond with their children.  I know many of you do it.  My sister does it.  I also know plenty of people who greatly enjoy their work away from home because they feel truly connected when they come back, rejuvenated rather than burned out.  Besides, it's not like I've been home full time forever.  I've had the blessing of two beautiful, languid summers with C. but I've also been pretty consistently busy with school since he was four months old.  I guess what I'm most worried about/scared of is the loss of my flexibility.  School allows for that...not only in terms of scheduling but in case anything unexpected comes up out of the blue.  While I do place attendance high on my list of priorities, I don't have to go to school if I don't want to.  With student teaching, I will put my very best professional foot forward and work...probably harder than I ever have before {not that I don't work hard now or haven't in the past} and it will all be for no pay.  That's an exhausting prospect no matter how you slice it.  At the same time, I can't wait to experience the whole picture of life in the classroom as someone other than the substitute teacher for the day...to put all the pieces of the puzzle together, so to speak, and get my feet wet for what my future career will really be like.

Ahhhh...I'm just so mixed, so all over the place about how I really feel.  And the time is flying by, fast!  Today was a glimpse into how I'm going to feel every day come the fall and it was bittersweet for me, in a big way!        

Friday, July 16, 2010

Part of Me

A few days ago I found my old paper journal from last year, the one I was writing right up through the end of our wait for C. and then into his arrival.

Wow it was really strange to read back over those times.  I was really struggling there towards the end of our wait.  I was writing almost every day (not to mention my blog posts here,) which, if you know me, is a pretty sure sign that I'm down and out.

It's so strange because that seems like almost an entirely different world to me now.  There is a part of me that can't remember what my life was like before C. came along but by the same token, there is a part of me that will never forget the struggle and the pain of waiting for him as long as we did.  I have reached a point where I'm genuinely thankful for that struggle, for many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that it ultimately created our beautiful family. 

Having said that, in a very good way, C. is simply a part of me now and I don't continuously think about his arrival the same way I once did.  He is still our greatest blessing and the miracle of his life will forever be immeasurable to us but he just is now more than he ever was before.

I wish someone could have told me.  I spent so much of my time and energy there towards the end of our wait for C. being miserable and feeling sad.  I wish I could have known that I only had to hold on a few months longer and the sun would come out.  I know it wouldn't have mattered that much if someone had told me--I had to go through that part of our journey as much as I had to go through any part of it.  It's just that reading my own words (hearing myself talk if you will) during those times is really bleak.  If I could have written to myself back then from where I am now, I would have told myself to sing and laugh and dance and be happy.  I would have told myself to stop worrying so much about tomorrow and focus on today.  Ahhhh, if only that was as easily done as it is said!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Our Busy "Baby!"

Whew people, I am e.x.h.a.u.s.t.e.d! I'm going to go out on a limb here but I'm thinking I'm more worn out now, following my "toddler" around than I was when he was a newborn blob who slept at all the wrong times, ate and pooped a lot. Maybe I just don't remember the sleep deprivation of those days but I do know for sure that the current stage in which we now reside feels whirlwindish to me. Even when we don't do much, I end my days feeling like I could just collapse into bed. Anyone who lives in the south will probably laugh at me (and I get that because I used to live in the south too) but maybe my tiredness is partly due to the heat we've been experiencing? It's been over 90 degrees here most days since late May and we try, (our money/environment saving efforts) whenever possible, to leave the AC off. This means that most of the time, Charlie and I sweat it out and play until we drop.

The little boy is at such a volatile stage right now. He's caught between the baby he still is and wanting to do so much...wanting to be like us. Am I the only mama who was annoyed when the baby center weekly update emails switched over to, "My Toddler This Week" right at 12 months of age? I don't know about you all but I'm not sold on the idea that babies turn into toddlers just because they learn to walk. I'm finding the balancing act between letting him experience/explore and keeping him safe to be quite challenging. Then there's the frustration factor. He's trying so hard to learn to communicate and express himself (he has his own ideas about what we should do and when we should do it, imagine that!) but he can't so instead we get this a lot of the time right now:

This is him right before throwing a really big fit, including "going boneless" onto the floor and everything. *sigh*

We also get the discerning/serious/I'm not so sure face a lot these days, especially when we're around new people or doing something out of the ordinary. And he's extremely clingy with me lately too. I realize it's all normal development and par for the course but it's tough to manage his moodiness sometimes. The clinging to mama part I actually (mostly) like, if I'm being honest but it does wear me down too.

Actually these are all very positive signs of him being developmentally on target, which I know and which (of course) makes me very happy - I guess I'm just venting.

And it's not like I started this whole parenting thing as a newbie. I'm well educated and I had lots of pre-motherhood experience...with other people's kids! I guess in some ways I thought I knew it all - it's only now that I'm realizing I didn't know the half of it! One thing I've done a lot throughout these past (nearly) 14 months is eat my own words! The job is just so much harder when you're the person who is ultimately responsible for that little persons' well being and long-term character development. Talk about pressure! No parent wants to screw their kids up but the fact is, we all have strengths and weaknesses and we all make mistakes, no matter how hard we try. I think the most difficult thing for me is fighting my own desire to be the "perfect" mom, whatever that even is. I'm definitely true to my Leo nature in the pride department and I struggle with putting that aside sometimes.

Good grief I even exhaust myself! I'm done with my rant for now. Hope you're all having a fantastic weekend!


Sunday, April 25, 2010

Celebration Shoes

What better way to celebrate Mr. Baby's new walking abilities than to buy him...SHOES!

You want to know one really quirky thing about me? I could pretty much care less about shoes for adults (very unladylike of me:) but when it comes to kid shoes, hold me back! I LOVE the things...seriously! I have major issues parting with any of Charlie's baby shoes because they remind me of how sweet and little he once was. I mean he still is but well...you know what I mean.

So anyway, we went to Pay.Less today and they had their usual BOGO sale, which I fell for, exactly as they expected. That's where we got him the sandals and tennies, then I went on an outlet mall shopping trip with my girlfriend this afternoon and she and I found a great deal on the rain boots. Every little person needs rain boots, right?! :)

So there you have it. Little C. is officially hooked up for all the gallivanting we plan to do this summer. These are all size 5 and he currently measures at size 4. I'm hoping they'll fit reasonably well for now and leave him a little room for growth over the next few months.


Thursday, April 22, 2010

I can hardly believe it...

There are several things I can hardly believe right now:
  1. Charlie will be ONE in less than a week.
  2. He's about to walk ANY day now. Actually...he took two steps tonight but Michael wasn't home at the time so we're still waiting for the official first steps. :)
  3. I haven't updated this blog in almost two weeks now. I've been busy with school, which brings me to the next point.
  4. I'm actually getting to the blessed end of this degree. There are some major brick walls trying to get in my way at the moment but I'm nothing if not determined. Student teaching happens in the fall and I can't wait.
  5. I've heard TWO stories this week about babies who were either extremely ill or possibly not even going to survive. Death is hard enough for me to deal with but when it's a baby in the picture, it cuts to my core. I try to have faith that things happen for a reason but that is hard for me when it comes to babies suffering and/or dying.
  6. Did I mention Charlie is going to be ONE next week? The above stories make me count my blessings with him even more than I already do. Seriously, PRECIOUS.
  7. I've only scrapbooked about the first two weeks of C's first year. I find this extremely ironic because before we had children I was a scrapbooking fanatic...I'm talking like 12+ completed albums, BIG albums, creative memories consultant kind of fanatic. And now...nothing. It's almost entirely due to the issue of time but seriously. All those years I wanted so badly to be able to scrapbook a baby album and now that I have the baby I can't seem to find the time to do the book *sigh*
  8. We STILL haven't mowed our yard for the first time this year. Again it's due to how busy we've been but I've never left it this late before and I feel like a bad neighbor. Plus I think it's going to rain ALL weekend. :(
I think that's it for now. I'm sure there are other things that belong on the list but honestly, I'm too tired to think much more tonight.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Eclectic Mom

Every once in a while, I think there are aspects of me as a mom that other people find surprising. Not long ago, a friend told me she was surprised that there was some "Ann Arbor mom" in me. If you live in this general area, or know anything about the city of Ann Arbor (home to the University of Michigan) then that comment will make some sort of sense to you. Ann Arbor moms are often pretentious (sorry but it's true) and are also known for being trendy and on the cutting edge of what's up and coming in the world of baby gear and baby care.

I agree with my friend--none of those characteristics accurately describe me. However, it is surprising yet true that I have chosen to do things with Charlie that definitely fit me into the label. Things like cloth diapering with Bum Genius diapers, making my own baby food and wearing my baby when and where ever possible.

About a week ago, a fellow blogger, Jen posted a great entry on her blog about how she's adapting to being the mom she wants to be. Her post got me thinking and I've been meaning to write this post all week but instead it's been rattling around in my head as I've sped through my days. In my comment to Jen I called myself an "eclectic mom" and that's exactly what I am. I wholeheartedly agree with her that it's best to break free from any of the various "parenting camps" and just go with the combination of your heart, head and gut when it comes to the question of how to parent.

I guess (at least in part) I'm able to do this because I am educated when it comes to early childhood development, theories, and practices. That background gives me comfort that I know what I'm doing even though I'm pretty sure I'd know what I was doing with my baby even if I didn't have the jargon to accompany my knowledge. To me, being an eclectic mom is all about one magical little word, balance. Among other things, it's about the equilibrium between being:
  • laid back and rigid
  • natural and convenient/practical
  • knowledgeable and open to new ideas
  • child focused and career oriented
But none of that is to say that I've got it all down. I'm nowhere near having all the pieces of the puzzle in place! I guess that's the whole point of this post though...that I try my best to lead with my instincts and to use my knowledge of my son's unique needs and personality to decide how to raise him, rather than steadfastly sticking to one way or method of parenting. In this way, I'm able to get the best of all the different schools of thought out there, and I'm able to stay centered on my baby's unique needs and abilities instead of fitting him into some standard measure or expectation of the things he "should" be doing.

With the seemingly endless plethora of parenting advice/opinion books and information out there, you can find at least one book that supports just about any parenting technique you want to try. And as I mentioned in this post, way back when Charlie was a tiny little thing, it can be absolutely maddening (especially to an overwhelmed new mom) how two books from two equally qualified "experts" will completely contradict one another. That's why, to me, it's essential to lead with the heart first, closely followed by the head.

One of my favorite professors used to say, "Ask Ten, Get Ten" as his reminder that opinions are exactly that, unique thoughts that can vary drastically from one person to another. That saying holds true with parenting too. If you have an issue on your mind, you can ask ten different people what they think and you are practically guaranteed to get ten different answers. That's both refreshing and infuriating!

As a mom, I honestly think one of the hardest things is the decision making...the weeding through all the information and resources to get to the bottom of what's really best for baby or what's really worth worrying about versus what should be left alone. The weight of that responsibility, that knowledge that another person's life is entirely dependent upon my decisions and my actions. Well I have to say that I'm so very thankful I have an amazing husband with whom I can discuss big decisions. I like being able to find out what he thinks and weigh my own ideas against his before I have to decide for sure. I like that our parenting decisions are (at least for the most part) a combination of his gut feelings and mine. I like that I have a partner in this consuming yet overwhelmingly joyful experience of raising a child. I am comforted by the knowledge that I don't have to do this all alone.

Whew, that was quite a lengthy and loaded post! I definitely rambled a bit more than I originally intended but it surely does feel good to have a place to purge all these thoughts and share my ideas. As always, I can't wait to hear what you all have to say in response! :)





Sunday, February 21, 2010

Heart Cries Giveaway & Beautiful Blogger Award

If you haven't already seen it, my friend Rebekah is currently featuring her first-ever blog giveaway! Hop on over and check it out, she has an adorable picnic bag that will be awarded to one lucky blogger this coming Wednesday, February 24.

Also, Tracey gave me this "Beautiful Blogger" award a week ago and in the frenzy of my week, I forgot to create my own nominations. Better late than never I guess, right? Thank you for the award, Tracey!


As part of receiving this award, there are a few rules:

1. Thank the person who gave you the award.

2. Post this award to 15 other bloggers that you follow and think are great!

3. Leave a message on each blog, letting them know you are giving them this award.

4. Post seven things about yourself.


HERE ARE BLOGS I THINK ARE GREAT:

Picture of My World
Plaid with Polka Dots
Our Story: Our Journey to Adoption
Always & Forever Family
Anderson Happenings
Waiting for Baby: Our Adoption Journey Chronicles
Waiting for Bambino
More Than Dog Children
Urban Green Farm
Still Thinking...again
Clio
From You & Me to Family of Three
All for Lucy Lou & Vivi, too
Barren Woman
Miracles - Believe in Them

HERE ARE THE SEVEN THINGS ABOUT ME:
  • I met my husband online and we lived in different countries, more then 4,000 miles apart from each other.
  • I will be student teaching in the fall and am one part excited and one part terrified.
  • I sang with Kenny Rogers at a Christmas concert once.
  • Speaking of singing, I really enjoy it and have been told I'm not bad. My sister and I have sung at two weddings and a funeral, which is kind of our joke.
  • I took guitar lessons a while back but never became dedicated enough to get really good. I hope to try again someday soon!
  • I hate reality television and I think this makes me really weird.
  • I'm starting to feel like our house is bursting at the seems and I really hope we can afford to make some changes (or at least add some storage) soon.
If you're looking for some new reading material, check out the blogs I nominated, they're great!


Walking a Fine Line

I don't know if I can explain this.

In my experience, the art of motherhood can be summed up by saying I walk a fine line between not wanting to over-react and not wanting to under-react. This has been crystal clear to me this weekend as little Charlie has had a low-grade fever since Friday night. I think it's probably related to teething but you can never be completely sure. As mommy, there is always a low-level feeling of gentle dread (if that's the right word) about my boy. It's not like I sit around worrying about him constantly or anything - but more that there is a living, breathing being existing outside my own body that I love as if he should be part of my body. Does that make any sense? Perhaps I should just leave it to the experts. Elizabeth Stone put it so eloquently:
"Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."
Bingo, that's kind of what I'm trying to put into words. As Charlie's mommy, one of my greatest desires is to protect him. The really scary thing is the acute knowledge that I can't. I can keep him physically safe, at least now while he's small...and there are things I can do to try to protect him as he grows but when all is said and done, his precious life is beyond me. I guess any mother who has had a really sick child, or worse yet, lost a child (as horrifying as that thought is) can really speak to that.

I've said before that infertility taught me lessons about letting go and realizing that I have little control over some pretty major aspects of my life. In looking at that now, I can see that it was preparation...groundwork if you will for my life as a mother. Anyone who knows me well can tell you that I like to be in control. While maybe not quite a "control freak," I do like to hold the reins. I know beyond the shadow of any doubt that I am a much better mother now than I would have been if things had worked out my way. Beyond the fact that I can't imagine my life with any other baby in it is the fact that I am a stronger, healthier, happier, generally better woman now than I was then. I'm sure I could have been a good mom but I wouldn't have been the mom I am now.

There will undoubtedly be many lessons along the road of motherhood that are going to remind me of this same point - that I ultimately have no control. It's a difficult life lesson to learn and one that undoubtedly needs to be reiterated time and again, at least for most of us. I think that whole point about walking a fine line is why mother's intuition can be so strong at times, and why it's so important to listen to those gut feelings.


Monday, January 4, 2010

But I Don't Want to Go...

I know I'm about to sound incredibly crabby and whiny, but I can't even help it. School starts again for me the day after tomorrow, and I honestly just do not want to go back yet. The "break" flew by entirely too quickly, and I am NOT ready to go back!! {Insert mental image of me kicking and screaming here}

There are a lot of things.

School is a lot harder with a baby than I ever imagined it would be...honestly last semester surprised me. Before Charlie, I can remember wondering what all those women who were moms before me and in school full-time were complaining about. At least they had babies!! Funny how I have eaten a lot of my own words since becoming a mom. It's a job that is inherently more difficult than it looks to casual observers.

And this coming semester entails both math and physics, neither of which are easy subjects for me.

Which brings me to my next point, I wish I could just be "Mom" for a little while longer. I'm very much NOT looking forward to all the multitasking that comes with being a full time student, wife, and mommy. The managing of chores, school projects, preparation...and so on. It's honestly quite exhausting at times. This morning after my shower, Charlie was ready for a nap so I cuddled up in bed with him for a few extra minutes of mommy/baby time. It was simply delicious, just me and my baby snuggling close with nothing else on the to-do list. I honestly wish I could have more of that before all the chaos begins again.

That's not to say that it will all be bad. I'm well aware that I have it better than many moms out there, simply because I don't have to be gone from the house five full days a week...and my son gets to stay here where he's most comfortable. I guess I'm just in whiny mode tonight, and I need to get a grip so I can start the semester off on the right foot. Hopefully my little rant will help!


Sunday, December 6, 2009

{a little} Conflicted About Chirstmas

With my entirely too busy semester finally winding down, Christmas is barreling straight towards us - I know it will be here in the blink of an eye. I've been feeling a little conflicted with what to say here on my blog regarding the topic of Christmas this year. Back then I wasn't even really talking about how sad I felt, but last Christmas was hard for me. I was reaching an all-time low, and was feeling more down than I could even admit. I can vividly remember holding my then tiny newborn niece during our family's Christmas celebration, and not being able to contain my tears, though I vehemently tried. Some tears of joy at her beautiful existence, certainly...but also deeply rooted tears of sorrow and anguish at what I didn't yet have at this time last year. I can remember that well-concealed pain, and it was intense.

Flash forward to now, and I'm less than three weeks shy of the best Christmas of my entire life! I am finally at that place where I will begin to be able to relive the magic of the holidays through the eyes of our son. At long last, we have the hoped for, dreamed of, and so very much loved answer to my (and so many of your) prayers.
Thankful, grateful, overjoyed, thrilled - none of those can even come close to what I really feel.
Hallelujah! I want to shout my joy from the mountaintops, I wan to dance and laugh. I want to sing.

But then I remember, and I stop in my tracks. I know some of you who read this are still where I was at this time last year. I know that pain with which so many of you are still struggling every single day, and I cry again. I know the impending holidays carve out the anguish and make your sadness that much more intense, that much more painful. I know like only someone who has been there can know.

And I struggle with how to articulate this. How - or even whether to tell you that I do remember. How to say to you (without saying any of the countless unhelpful things people say) that I haven't forgotten. That I know how it feels to be waiting, longing, hoping, praying, and hurting through yet another Christmas.

Then, I see the amazing reminder of our son when he smiles at me, and that John Mayer song, "Say" flashes into my mind. I realize that I do need to say what I need to say...that I need to rejoice and be happy as I enjoy the countless gifts I have been given this year, I realize that I can really only be where I am, as much as it pains me to realize and remember where some of you still are.



I've been sitting here for several minutes, staring at the screen. I've been trying to figure out how to end this post. I guess what I want all of you to know is that your pain and sorrow is not lost on me. Even when I (inevitably) get carried away with the joy this Christmas brings for my family, the sadness it brings for some of you is still tucked away in the back of my mind. Blogging, and this community of shared experiences is a gift for which I will always be incredibly thankful. The connections here are not something I will ever be able to fully understand, but I do know they are to be treasured.

So here's to you, blogland...and to all you've done and continue to do in my life. For the enrichment you've brought to my mind, my heart, and my spirit. May those of you who are rejoicing alongside me create memories this year that will last your entire life long...and may those of you who are still struggling know that you are not alone. May you be able to stand a little stronger against the storm with the knowledge that your sadness is not forgotten.

Saying what I need to say,






Thursday, October 15, 2009

Kreativ Blog Award


Thank you to Mary B. and Tracey for the Kreativ Blog Award nomination...it's nice to see a new award making its way around the blogosphere. :)

Here are the rules:
  1. Thank the person who nominated you for this award.
  2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
  3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award.
  4. Name seven things about yourself that people may not know.
  5. Nominate seven Kreativ Bloggers.
  6. Post links to the seven blogs you nominate.
  7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know they've been nominated.
So let's see...seven things people may not know about me:

  1. In movies, I'm more sad if a dog dies than if a person dies. Yeah, I love dogs that much.
  2. I abhor Reality TV shows of any kind
  3. I actually don't like TV very much at all, and consequently end up mostly watching whatever Michael wants to watch, when I watch it at all. I think this makes it hard for people to relate to me, or maybe it's the other way around. However, I do have a major weak spot for Desperate Housewives...go figure!!
  4. I hate that feeling when you meet someone you really like at first, but as you get to know them better, you realize there are significant things with which you really can't relate...
  5. I feel obligated to be a good role model for the young 20-somethings with whom I attend school. I feel sort of like an older sibling to them, in a way.
  6. Sometimes I think I have a really big vocabulary until I read things written by true authors. I learned the word vitriolic this way.
  7. I have an obsessive/compulsive habit (need) to organize my dollar bills both numerically, and so that they all go the same direction. So on the rare occasions when I have a stack of money, I have $20s on the bottom, followed by $10s, then $5s, and then $1s. All bills are "face up" and stacked neatly. I get this from my dad, and when I see him do it all I can do is roll my eyes.
And now for my seven nominations:
  1. Hope 548
  2. Debbie
  3. Andi-Bo-Bandi
  4. Sarah
  5. Kel
  6. Alicia
  7. Jill
That's all for now!


Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Eight by Eight

I’ve been tagged… thanks, Sarah!

8 THINGS I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO:

  1. Charlie's Baby shower this Saturday
  2. Working on Charlie's baby album for the first time
  3. The smell of port tenderloin simmering in the crock pot
  4. Cleaning out the hall closet
  5. Getting the monster TV out of our guest bedroom
  6. Trying to make a serious attempt at cloth diapering Charlie
  7. The month of July, and all of the visitors (Auntie Maggie, Auntie Molly...maybe Auntie Sherri??) it will bring!
  8. Hearing Charlie laugh again (the first time was last night...SO dang cute!!)

8 THINGS I DID YESTERDAY:

  1. Processed pictures
  2. Had some quality time with Michael and baby...Daddy didn't have to work!
  3. Organized Charlie's changing table
  4. Went to Eastern to meet with fellow AEYC-EMU officers for next year. Got to see several school friends who hadn't met Charlie yet...lots of hugs and good feelings.
  5. Ate some yummy frozen strawberries
  6. Changed lots of diapers and made lots of bottles
  7. Sealed a few more birth announcement envelopes
  8. Read the blogs of my awesome blogger buddies

8 THINGS I WISH I COULD DO:

  1. Bring Mum back so she could meet little Charlie
  2. Get my hair cut
  3. Know more about Charlie's birth family
  4. Take a really hot shower with magic soap and wash about 40lbs off (good one, Sarah!!)
  5. Find a way to have "a place for everything and everything in it's place" in our tiny, overflowing humble abode
  6. Get paid for blogging (I like this one too, Sarah!)
  7. Weed my garden and then never have to weed it again
  8. Publish a book about adoption and our story

8 SHOWS I WATCH:

  1. You might not
  2. believe me, but
  3. I really don't
  4. watch very much TV
  5. Desperate Housewives
  6. Ashes to Ashes
  7. Fringe
  8. Breaking Bad

8 FAVORITE FOODS:

  1. Anything Italian
  2. Anything Mexican
  3. Pomegranates
  4. Almost all other fruit, esp. cantelope, pears, oranges, bananas
  5. Whole tomatoes stuffed with tuna salad (yummy summer!)
  6. Homemade Spaghetti with lots of fresh veggies
  7. Homemade meatloaf
  8. Tuna casserole = comfort food

8 PLACES I’VE TRAVELED:

  1. Scotland
  2. Toronto
  3. Montana
  4. Washington D.C. & Maryland
  5. Myrtle Beach, S.C.
  6. California
  7. Florida
  8. Tennessee

8 PLACES I’D LIKE TO TRAVEL:

  1. All 50 states
  2. New Zealand
  3. Australia
  4. Italy
  5. Paris
  6. Russia
  7. Toronto (again)
  8. Scotland (again)

8 PEOPLE I TAGGED:

  1. Jessie at Picture of My World
  2. Brooke at Dinkypops No More
  3. Michelle at Bloggin' in Style
  4. Jamie at On Wings of Hope
  5. Alicia at Pieces of Me
  6. Debbie at Always & Forever Family
  7. Eileen at Waiting for Baby
  8. Andi at The Many Faces of KJ

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Sharing our Story

Get a snack and get comfy if you plan to read this entire post, it's a long one!

We're doing a writer's workshop in one of my classes this semester. My professor was an elementary teacher for years, and her purpose in having us practice this is for us to become comfortable with the process so we will be more likely to use this technique in our future classrooms. This past month, we've been working on a "writing project" where the only criteria was that our writing be about a topic that truly meant something to us. You guys can probably already deduce what I wrote about! The process has been quite lengthy, and very different from how I typically write. I think I normally go through the entire writing process in a few minutes or hours (depending on what I'm doing) and this was deliberately S.L.O.W, working on each draft of the final piece one at a time and really editing and revising carefully. At first I found this irritating, "So many drafts is tedious and just now how I work," I thought, but looking back on the process now, I think the slowness (and peer support, although that was initially annoying to me too) was beneficial. I also enjoyed having the opportunity to blend my personal life with my professional work, which rarely seems to happen. In any case, the culminating event was yesterday, when I read my piece out-loud to the entire class...man my voice was shaking. I haven't felt that nervous in a long time! As you will see, my project is quite lengthy; however, I could tell people were really listening as I read. When I finished, everyone clapped and there were several sincere comments. One person even said I reminded her of her favorite author, Nicholas Sparks...wow! In any case, this experience got me thinking about how and, perhaps more importantly, why I share our story. Obviously I get something from the sharing process too, or I wouldn't continue doing it, but I also enjoy giving a part of myself to others. I think when we open up what's on the inside, and risk everything that comes with that, we connect with others, and in turn make it easier for them to connect with us. As for the how, I will tell you that blogging is so much easier than sharing IRL! When I write a blog entry and post it here for all of you to read, I can't hear...see...and feel your reactions the way I could yesterday. I guess that's why I love comments so much, because they give me a taste of your reactions, which is meaningful. Happily, my experience sharing my writing in person was a positive one, but man...it was really hard!

All that said, I am proud of the finished piece I wrote. I think it tells our story, from early marriage through infertility, to where we are now...waiting. And I did all that in seven pages, while it's taken me much more space to tell the story here. I know it's likely that lots of peopel won't even read this far and I'm okay with that, I get it. I am sometimes guilty of skimming really long posts myself. Still...if you did make it this far, and you're still going, I thought I'd share my writing piece here as well. As always, your thoughts and comments are welcome!
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Can You Imagine?

When you think about your own life, does it seem like the major events have unfolded according to your plans? My guess is that your answer to that question will be no. Whether consciously or not, we all have some kind of idea about what we will do, or what we want for our lives; however, the vast majority of us don’t expect the twists and turns our lives bring. I want to tell you a story about a life that hasn’t gone according to plans. I want to highlight some of those twists and turns, and explain how one life can be largely centered on waiting. When you think of waiting, what comes to mind? You may consider waiting in line at the grocery store, or waiting for your turn to buy concert tickets, or even being on a waiting list to get into a class. This is not that kind of waiting. Can you imagine waiting for something your life simply isn’t complete without? That kind of waiting is all-consuming and all together different. It can’t be met with patience alone.

I want to paint a picture of a little girl with big brown eyes, dark auburn hair, and freckles. She hugs her dolls tightly to her chest, and she loves to sing them songs. Already at such a tender age, she wants to be a mom. She plays house every day and she even begs her parents to let her bring her beloved baby dolls along on family outings. Her unyielding love for her babies only begins to be satisfied when her parents bring her a dog upon which she can lavish even more love and attention. With the dog, a female Bassett Hound named Duffy as her constant companion, the girl enters high school. She is a natural with real babies too. She is often the sought-after babysitter in her neighborhood, and she works in the church nursery ever Sunday, where the babies and parents love her.

Now a young woman, Melanie observes that she rarely has a “normal” menstrual cycle. Later she will wonder why this wasn’t of greater concern to her at the time. As we flash forward several years, we see Melanie as a young bride, recently married to Michael, the love of her life. Michael is a tall man with a large build, green eyes, and long brown hair. He loves computers, and he is very good at helping people, which Melanie thinks is a great characteristic. From the moment they first meet, Michael is romantic and sweet. Before the couple is even officially dating, Michael sends Melanie a bouquet of multi-colored friendship roses for Christmas. For their first Valentine’s Day, he takes Melanie to Toronto to see “The Phantom of the Opera,” which she has always longed to see. He even goes out of his way to have flowers, chocolates, and champagne waiting in the hotel room for them upon arrival. He is always thoughtful and caring, and he makes Melanie very happy. When he meets Melanie at age 24, Michael is ready to get married. He proposes to Melanie while they are visiting together in Scotland. He drives up to the lookout point for Loch Morlach, which is the highest loch in Scotland, and he proposes to the love of his life as they watch the sun setting over the loch. They are married a short seven months later, one year to the day they initially professed their love to one another.

As newlyweds, the young couple is living in a two-bedroom town home in Dexter, Michigan. Michael is working as a technical resource specialist at a computer support company, and Melanie is working at a daycare center where she cares for infants and toddlers. They are happy and are considering starting a family soon, so Melanie stops taking the pill. Nothing happens right away, but the couple isn’t concerned – after all, they are young with many years ahead.

Melanie misses a period and excitement ensues. The couple is overjoyed until they see the results of the home pregnancy test: negative. The missing period finally arrives half a month later, complete with raging cramps and uncontrollable irritability. This cycle continues for years, sometimes Melanie has a regular period, and sometimes she doesn’t. There are many times when they mistakenly think they are pregnant and the disappointment hangs over them like a wet blanket. The young couple is distressed, but they are also busy with work and other aspects of life. When Melanie turns 25, they decide it’s time to seek medical advice. Melanie goes to her family doctor and is put on some medication in an attempt to regulate her cycles. The medicine works, but despite the regularity, there is still no positive news.

Again, cycles of medication continue and time passes by. The couple charts Melanie’s cycles from day-to-day, which involves recording temperatures and keeping detailed notes for the doctor, including information that should remain private between a married couple. Finally, after three years with the family doctor, including several different medication trials, each lasting six months or more, Michael and Melanie are referred to a fertility specialist. The couple is told at their first appointment that they have a 50% chance of achieving pregnancy. The doctor tells them they need to consider how far they will want to go with treatments. The physical possibilities are nearly limitless; however, the same cannot be said for the emotional and financial considerations.

By this time, Melanie is 28 and Michael is 32. The couple has been longing to start their family for six years, and actively pursuing that goal for more than three years. Melanie feels relieved when she hears the doctor say she would like to be aggressive with their treatment plan. There are thee surgical procedures scheduled for the following month, one of which is an out-patient procedure that will be done in the hospital. This is a stressful and overwhelming time for the couple, but they very much want a family so they stay the course. The surgery reveals the disorder, PCOD, or Polycystic Ovarian Disorder, which is thought to be the primary reason pregnancy has been so difficult.

The next year-and-a-half flies by as the couple continues to seek treatment for infertility. During this time of hormone educing drugs, daily injections, semi-weekly blood work and ultrasounds, the couple receives a bill charging them $4,000 to cover the “exploratory surgery” for which the insurance company initially paid. As is only possible in a bureaucracy, this somehow triggers a red flag for all of the treatments the couple has been getting. They begin receiving bill after bill of treatments already paid. They dispute the charges and write appeals, all to no avail. Their medication and blood work is no longer covered by insurance.

Treatments are continuing during this time, but the emotional and financial expense does not pay off. The couple endures “miscarriages of the heart” time and again as they pour all of their resources into their quest for children. With scheduled sex and stacks of unpaid medical bills, the couple is in a perpetual state of depression and despair. “This cannot continue,” thinks Melanie, as she sits in the living room one day. Watching the sun streaming in through the windows as the day draws to a close, Melanie is exhausted. The debt is mounting rapidly, now reaching upwards of $20,000, and the emotional price tag is even higher than that.

As she watches the sun, Melanie feels a sense of despair growing within her like a yawning cavern. She sits there in that spot for what seems like hours, only minimally comforted by the presence of their two dogs, a female Jack Russell Terrier named Ditto, and a female Bassett Hound named Dinah. Michael comes home and he can see that Melanie is upset. They sit and talk for a while, and then the tears come. Melanie cries heaving sobs, born from years of disappointment and pain caused by infertility. “I think we have to change, we have to do something different,” she says. Michael nods and says, “What can we do?” “I want to adopt,” says Melanie. This is not the first time the topic of adoption has come up, but until this point, Michael has not been ready to change tactics, or even to discuss adoption very much. This time though, he feels differently. He can see that his wife is emotionally spent, and deep down, what he really wants is for Melanie to be happy…to see her smile again the way she did in the early years. “Look into it and then we can go from there,” he says.

In that moment, Melanie feels peace like she hasn’t experienced in a long time. The truth is that she has been wanting to adopt…wanting to halt the unproductive and endless cycle of turmoil called infertility for a long time now. Knowing Michael as she does, she is aware that while he can sometimes be more reserved when it comes to momentous changes in their lives; her husband means what he says. The realization has hit both Michael and Melanie that, although their quest had, for a time, been about pregnancy, it was much more deeply rooted in the larger goal of parenthood and family. What they want most is to be parents, and to raise a family together, not simply to be pregnant.

That day in the living room marks a positive change for Michael and Melanie. Even though they know adoption will be a long and complicated process that will require a great deal of dedication on both their parts, they feel a renewed sense of hope beginning to form. They really hadn’t been able to see how much of a negative and all-consuming process they had become involved in until they were more removed from infertility by choosing adoption. Melanie immediately begins doing research on adoption. She searches the Internet and comes up with an absolutely overwhelming amount of information through which to sort. The couple visits Barnes and Noble where they purchase several books about adoption. Melanie’s hunger for information is almost insatiable and she devours more than six books in only a few weeks time.

The couple has some big decisions to make. First and foremost, they have to decide whether they want to pursue domestic or International adoption because this is an important distinction in the type of process they will follow. They discuss the two options and discover that they both feel pretty strongly that domestic infant adoption is the way they should go. The next big decision is whether to use an adoption agency, attorney, or facilitator. Most of what Melanie has read either focused on using an agency or doing a private adoption through an attorney. Melanie does a little more research and requests information packets from three agencies and two attorneys. The couple attends a free informational seminar at the first agency on their list, Hands Across the Water. Although this agency specializes in International adoptions, they also handle domestic infant adoptions and, according to written information, seem to have a good reputation.

The meeting Michael and Melanie attend is somewhat unsettling to both of them. Not only is the speaker primarily focused on International adoption, the whole agency seems to be run more according to numbers and money and less according to real people and real lives. The couple leaves the meeting feeling a little discouraged, but they continue their quest for the right agency. Meanwhile, they have received information from the two attorneys, and the prices for a private adoption alone, leads them to decide for sure that they will use an agency. Not only are attorneys generally more costly than agencies, but they both feel an agency will be more approachable and more able to meet their needs.

The next agency Melanie investigates is Catholic Social Services (CSS) of Michigan. She has learned from a co-worker that CSS performs a lot of adoption services, so she requests information from them. They also have a free informational seminar, which the couple attends right away. There are supposed to be two other couples at the meeting, but as it turns out, the weather is terrible that day and the two other couples aren’t there. Michael and Melanie have both the adoptive parent counselor and the birth parent counselor to themselves. The meeting goes exceptionally well, and the couple is able to ask any and all of their questions. They are also asked some questions in turn, topics such as the length of time they have been married, ten years by this time, as well as the reasons for wanting to adopt, and beliefs/thoughts about adoption are discussed.

Melanie sits through the meeting thinking how very much she likes the adoptive parent counselor, Elly. Since she and Michael tend to be a textbook case of “opposites attract” in their relationship, she has some concerns that he might not share her feelings of rightness about this agency, and in particular about Elly. They leave the meeting right around dinner time. The early-May rain has stopped but the air is still damp and the sky is growing dusky. As they walk arm in arm through the parking lot, Melanie says to Michael, “So…what did you think?” Michael ponders for a moment and then says, “I really liked that woman!” In that instant, Melanie feels a sense that they are exactly where they are meant to be. She looks up into the sky and says a silent prayer of thanks as they make their way to the car.

The adoptive parent counselor has advised Michael and Melanie to “sleep on it” before making any kind of decision about whether or not to adopt through Catholic Social Services. She also advises that they might want to consider other agencies before reaching a firm decision. They entertain this notion, but in all honesty they both know CSS is the right agency for them. Not only are they completely comfortable with the agency workers, they also really like the fact that CSS specializes in domestic infant adoptions, which is what they both want.

The next step in the process is to fill out an application and pay the initial fees for processing. They submit their application in mid-June and have an intake appointment with the agency two weeks later. During their intake meeting, they are given a stack of paperwork they need to complete. This includes multiple questionnaires for both Michael and Melanie to complete, physician approval forms, security clearance and fingerprint forms, personal reference forms, as well as an in-depth “adoptive parent profile” they each needed to complete.

The paperwork phase of the process is extremely lengthy, and there are some frustrating bumps in the road for the couple. Melanie wants to complete the paperwork as quickly as possible, while Michael is more laid back and reserved about this phase of the process. The forms they need to complete are intensive, asking questions ranging from family and childhood background to thoughts about parenting, race issues, discipline, strengths and weaknesses of the couple and their marriage, medical history, and so on and so forth. This is a dossier of the couple’s entire life history, and at times the sheer magnitude of paperwork, forms, and procedures that need to be completed is completely daunting. Their budget is also a concern during this time, because the couple needs to save up a considerable chunk of money before they will be able to become active in the “pool” of waiting families. Although they are happy and hopeful about the road they have chosen, there are times when they both question what they are doing and exactly how to proceed.

During this time, they attend a series of four adoptive parenting classes, which are very enlightening. The couple is able to learn more about the theory of open adoption, which is highly encouraged by the agency. At first, the notion of open adoption, where the birth family remains in contact with the adoptive family and child, is extremely scary to both Michael and Melanie. They fear this will be very complicated, and despite having read positive information on the topic, they are hoping they will have a situation that doesn’t require an extreme level of openness on their part. This changes; however, during their adoptive parenting classes when they got to meet several people from all members of the adoption triad, all of whom are strong advocates for open adoption.

They meet three different adoptees, two from an open adoption and one from a closed adoption. The difference in life outlook and attitude between these people is astounding, and this goes a long way towards reinforcing the notion that open adoption is best for the most important people in any adoption: the children. Michael and Melanie also meet three adoptive families, each of whom have interesting and unique stories to share. All three of these families highly recommend open adoption. The couple also meets two birth mothers, only one of whom is in regular contact with the children she has placed for adoption. The birth mother who does not know the whereabouts or status of her children is much more volatile than the birth mother from the open adoption. She states that every time she sees or hears a negative news story involving the death of a child or child abuse, she questions if it could be her child. With tears in her eyes, she says that adoption is a horrible shadow amongst which she tries to live her life. She feels that if she only had some answers about the well-being of her baby, she could be happier. This comprehensive and well-rounded view of all sides of the adoption triad is extremely beneficial to Michael and Melanie as prospective adoptive parents. They leave the classes feeling much more secure in their knowledge, and even find themselves hoping they will have an open adoption situation in the future, rather than wishing for an adoption in which the birth parents are unknown.

The couple works hard for the next several months, saving money and completing forms and paperwork. A good friend helps them raise over $600 towards their adoption fund by throwing them an open house. A few weeks before Christmas, Melanie checks the mail and is cynical when she sees the pile of junk and bills in the mailbox. One letter catches her eye because it looks like a check. Melanie thinks to herself, “Yeah I wish someone would mail me a check right about now.” She sits on the front porch outside the house and opens the mail. The day is sunny and warm for early December, and it’s nice to be outside in the fresh air. Melanie opens the envelope that looks like a check first, and is confused when she sees a familiar name at the bottom of a check for $1,000. Her cousin, Lauren, whom Melanie hasn’t seen in years, but who has recently become a New York Times best-selling author, has sent Michael and Melanie a check to help them with their adoption fund. The memo at the bottom of the check says simply, “For your adoption fund, because I believe in you,” As she reads that line and realizes what’s going on, Melanie begins to cry. For months now, the couple has been working, scrimping, and saving to build up their adoption fund. This generous and unexpected gift will speed their process along considerably. Melanie immediately calls her cousin to thank her, and then she calls the rest of the family to share this little ray of sunshine.

With a new spring in their step, the couple completes their paperwork and turns in a 47-page stack of papers to the agency. The next big step in the process is to schedule the home study. This is a part of the adoption procedure that tends to carry with it a lot of fear. The couple has heard stories of people they know being refused the chance to adopt because of a failed home study. Though their case worker is unendingly reassuring, and encouraging, it is difficult for Melanie, and to a lesser extent, Michael to relax during this stage of the game. To Melanie, it seems like so much is riding on how she and Michael will be able to present themselves to people who really don’t know them at all. They schedule their home study for early April, and spend the next several weeks cleaning and making repairs around the house in preparation for the big visit. The couple is tense during this time, and Melanie is increasingly uptight about what the agency will think of their home, and their answers to very personal questions. She is nervous, and her stress manifests itself into irritation. Michael and Melanie are somewhat short with one another and they have more than one spat during this time. Family members come by and help with work around the house; everything seems to be leading up to the ubiquitous home study.

The big day finally arrives, along with the last significant snow fall of the year. The house is sparkling, with a new screen on the front door, a new back screen door, and a new garage door. Melanie thinks, “Our house hasn’t looked this nice in a while” as she glances around one last time before the agency workers are scheduled to arrive. 5:00 rolls around and no one arrives. The couple is pacing in their living room for several minutes before Elly and her student intern pull into the driveway. With a sigh of relief, the couple answers the door. The next hour-and-45-minutes goes by surprisingly quickly. The tour of the house is over almost before the home study begins. The case workers barely look outside in the garage, or in the back yard, which is where Melanie focused a considerable amount of her time and energy as she prepared the house for this momentous occasion. The interview process takes place in the living room, where Michael and Melanie sit across from the social worker and her intern. They are asked a multitude of questions, ranging from their backgrounds to their marriage, to their ideas about parenting, their strengths and weaknesses, how their friends would describe them and so on. Though there had been a considerable amount of stress leading up to this visit, the time passes very rapidly and the couple feels at ease as they discuss their lives. The meeting concludes with Elly giving the couple some information on what will happen once they are in “the pool” of waiting parents.

Now that the home study is complete, the couple has to work to raise the next big chunk of money they will need to continue the process, which is roughly $3,500. They really aren’t sure where this money will come from, but they are feeling positive after having completed their home study. The couple schedules an appointment to get their taxes done at H & R Block in Ann Arbor. Normally they would expect to get a refund of between $1,000 and $2,000. The tax preparation takes a couple of hours because of all the itemized forms that need to be completed. When they are finally informed of their refund amount, it’s nearly impossible for Melanie to hold back tears. She blinks and looks at the screen twice before she is willing to believe her eyes. Their tax refund is $3,800, which is the largest credit they have ever received. The irony is not lost on the couple that this is almost exactly the same amount of money they need in order to enter the pool with the agency. Again, Melanie is left with a sense that, although things have not gone according to her plans, they have unfolded exactly as they should. She is elated as the couple leaves the tax office. Michael is happy too, but he needs to see the actual money before he can truly let down his guard.

The funds arrive a few weeks later, and the couple spends the next couple of months feverishly working on their “Dear Birthparent” letter, and adoptive parent photo album, both of which have to accompany their money in order for them to become active in the pool. As the person who enjoys writing most, Melanie works on the Dear Birthparent letter. This proves to be one of the most difficult and challenging hurdles of this entire process. “What do you say to the woman…or the people who are potentially going to give you the greatest gift of your entire life?” thinks Melanie as she sits at the dining room table, pondering whether or not there are any appropriate words for such a letter. Finally, after several revisions and reading the letter at least 100 times, the couple completes a final draft with which they are happy. Next on the list is a photo album, depicting both of their lives in pictures. This is also a daunting project; however, one of Melanie’s creative outlets has always been scrapbooking, and she finds a lot of joy in working on this album in particular. Projects of this sort always tend to take longer than anticipated, and this is no exception. Finally though, the letters are printed on formal paper, and the albums are printed and ready to deliver to the agency. The couple drops the materials off at Catholic Social Services, and makes a down payment on one of the largest financial investments, and the greatest emotional investment of both of their lives.

Finally, and at long last, they are PAPER PREGNANT. This is an exciting time and the couple celebrates with friends and family. On Labor Day, they take a trip to Babies R Us, where they set up a baby registry for their future son or daughter. These are moments Melanie has looked forward to her whole life, she feels immense happiness. At this point, there is nothing left to do except wait. Because the couple has chosen open adoption, they will not have any idea of when they may be matched with a birth family. They will be chosen to be parents by someone who is in an extremely vulnerable position. They may have months in which to get to know the birth family, or they may be told they have been chosen the day their baby is born. There are many uncertainties that are part of the package of adoption, and the ups and downs are an inevitable part of the process. Though it is far from easy, Michael and Melanie are both aware that they have to trust the process, and to have faith that, indeed, they are exactly where they are meant to be. They know that one of these days will be their day, and they know that, even though waiting is immensely difficult sometimes, they will eventually be able to experience the triumphs and tribulations of parenthood side-by-side. It is this knowledge, and this sense of faith that keeps them going, even when they don’t feel they will be able to wait one more second for their precious miracle.

This is my story. Think of this story, and ask yourself…can you imagine this kind of waiting? Next time you are frustrated by having to wait in line at the bank or grocery store, think of me, and my dear husband, Michael, and remember the kind of waiting we are doing every single day, every single second of our lives. It is indefinite and it is painful, but it is also ripe with potential and beauty. Without sorrow there can be no joy, and that notion is the only thing that keeps me going and allows me to sleep at night. I am that little girl with whom you started this story, and my yearning for motherhood is as strong now as it ever was. I don’t know when, but I know my time will come, and for that, I am willing to wait.
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Saturday, February 14, 2009

Honestly...

Thanks to Eileen and Alicia for the "Honest Scrap" award! Here are the rules of the award:

1) Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.
2) Show the 7 winners names and links on your blog, and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with "Honest Scrap."
3) List at least 10 honest things about yourself.

And here are my honest ramblings:

1. I am seriously addicted to Facebook.
2. I think I might love my dogs too much, don't know how I will cope when they die.
3. I am afraid we will never be chosen to be parents.
4. I'm frustrated that I'm 33 and still working on my education.
5. My house is embarrassingly messy sometimes (OK, oftentimes!)
6. I often feel lonely at church and I'm not sure this makes sense.
7. I am terrified of death and losing the people I love.
8. I have an intense fear of escalators and falling down stairs.
9. I wish I was thinner...
10. I want to get laperoscopic bariatric surgery (for what I think are the right reasons) but I'm scared, scared, scared...of the consequences, possible complications, and of doing it alone.

Just like Eileen, I'm feeling maybe that was a bit too honest. I'm also not sure who to tag, because so many of the blogs I read have already done this one. If you're reading this and you haven't yet been tagged, consider yourself tagged now! :) I honestly find beauty and brilliance in all of the blogs I read, in one way or another. I'd love to hear 10 honest things from all of you!


Monday, January 5, 2009

Far Away...

...well the new year has started off with a bang! With 19 credit hours, I will be insanely busy with school this semester. My first day back was today and it was pretty good. I actually have one professor who listed "no eating" as a class rule on her syllabus. Apart from the occasional snack I usually don't eat in class, but still...I thought I was in college... Anyway, I think my semester will be OK. I keep wavering back and forth about keeping such a full load of classes. Most people I've spoken to IRL, including hubby, think it's too much for one semester. I sort of do too, but on the other hand, being that busy might be just what the doctor ordered...? I'm going to go with it for this week and then make a final decision once I've been to all my classes.

I've sort of had a mental shift where the adoption stuff is concerned. I still think about it all the time, but in a more detached, far away sort of way rather than the all consuming way with which I was formerly driving myself crazy. A while back, hubby and I went to a baby furniture store (sort of on a Melba whim) and while there, we purchased some decorative letters for our someday baby's nursery. They are presently sitting on the shelf in our future nursery and they serve as a simple talisman for me that our time is coming. Every time I'm in that room, I say a simple prayer that our wait won't be too long. They are such a small thing, really, but for some reason the sight of these little letters brings me a lot of comfort and peace.


Speaking of our future nursery...I've been having second thoughts about getting that room ready. Throughout this journey I've been reserved where this is concerned, always holding back for fear of making myself too sad. I've purchased a few small items, but nothing truly significant. Over Christmas, while shopping for my nieces, I was overcome with a strong desire to have the room ready and waiting. For one thing, it would give me a fun project to work on, and for another it might just be comforting to know that when the time comes we will be as ready as we can be. I talked to Michael and he said that as long as we're OK money-wise, he has no issues with me setting up our nursery. I actually think it would be fun to shop around and try to find the best bargains on baby items. Not to mention the fact that spring, i.e. garage sale season will be here in a flash! The most expensive part will be furniture and I might be able to do some of that with my student loan refund this semester. I don't know...I'm still a little torn, so I will think about this a little more before making any big decisions.

I'm a little worried that having a baby-less nursery in our house might be depressing for me, but it could also give me a renewed sense of hope. I would definitely have to re-paint since the walls are presently pale purple. I guess the next best gender-neutral color is green, or yellow...but we already have a green room and our kitchen is yellow. What about a brown background...is that too depressing and dark for a baby? My end goal is to have a kid-central room with lots of bright, happy colors and maybe even a small mural. I want to put a strip of chalkboard paint around the lower portion of the walls, and I want to get my sister (who draws beautiful letters) to help me by adding a quote above the window or something. I don't know...it's a tiny room so I think I really have to be careful about making it either too dark or too crazy. Maybe bright and bold is the way to go? I guess this is some good food for thought while we wait! I certainly won't be doing anything right away because of school, but maybe over winter recess I can get started...?