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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

365 Days Later, Part Two

So where was I on this day in history, the day our child was born? To be honest, I wasn't having a very good day. In fact, I was pretty much hitting the rock bottom of our wait. Those of you who were there probably remember that April was a hard month for me last year, right up until the very end. In early April, I discussed my exasperation in this post. Then there was the "close call" we had with the premature baby girl that pretty much sent me on a downward spiral.

If only someone could have told me our time was literally only days away...I wouldn't have wasted so much energy being upset.

In fact, I had gone to the doctor on April 28, to get our paperwork updated and signed yet again, thinking I was going to have to go through the process of updating our home study again. The conversation with the doctor had been very rough, I was struggling. I remember telling her how sad I was and feeling that she sort of wrote me off. I actually cried that day, all the way home on the 45 minute drive. I was just so exhausted and so depleted. I remember thinking that I wasn't sure we were supposed to keep going...feeling that maybe we should just throw in the towel.

If only someone could have told me our time was literally only days away...I wouldn't have wasted so much energy being upset.

Thinking about that now, I am amazed. To think that I sobbed and felt sorry for myself all the way home, as there was a woman only an hour away, giving birth to a baby and going through what must have been a tremendous amount of both physical and emotional pain. Well...I just wish I could have known. Not only do I wish I could have been there on the first day of our son's life but I also wish I could have known her. To maybe, on some small level, have been able to give her some sort of comfort and peace that her son would be loved. Yes, I wish I could have been there and I wish I could have known.

Still, I believe that Charlie's story is what it is for a reason. I am so very grateful for our son and for his birth mother. The day of his birth...the day that was the beginning of the greatest experience of our whole lives will forever be a day that is close to my heart, and not just because it's our son's birthday.



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,






Saturday, October 3, 2009

Charlie's Childhood

This post has been one that's been churning in the back of my mind for a while now. Ever since I became a mom...which is to say, ever since I fulfilled one of my life's greatest dreams, I've been thinking a lot about the pressure I think most mothers feel regarding their children. I don't know if I can give words to my thoughts, but I'm going to try:

Now that we have Charlie, there's this thing...this magical "other" that is much bigger than me, and that is happening almost of it's own accord. This thing, this almost tangible entity that is being created as the days slip into months, which blend into years is Charlie's childhood.

When I look at our little boy, I am amazed and humbled by the essence of his life. This other human being has now been placed in my care, for better or worse. By and large, the quality of his life is now dependent upon me. Everything I do, every decision I make, whether small or large, now impacts another human being. There is no way to not feel a little overwhelmed by that. But I mostly feel overwhelmed in a good sense if that's possible. Maybe "overwhelmed" is the wrong word anyway. Maybe it would be more appropriate to say I feel awed by the sheer responsibility, and ultimately, the joy of it all.

And that's not to say that all aspects of being a mother are joyful. There are a lot of mundane, and even gross aspects of the job too. It's the hardest thing I've ever done. But it also shines through me, and puts an extra spring in my step. I guess what it boils down to is that I don't really think I can articulate what goes through my mind when I look at Charlie's face. To say that I love him is an understatement of epic proportions. Even something as big as love doesn't quite cover "mother."

I think most mothers probably feel that same sense on some level, even if they don't actively think about it. But "mother" means many different things to many different people, as does "childhood."

To me, childhood is a precious time, and something that people carry with them throughout life. When someone has a traumatic or difficult childhood, you can bet there will be lifelong repercussions. Likewise, those of us who are lucky enough to have had a good childhood treasure that as one of our greatest lifetime gifts. My husband and I were both lucky in that regard, and we want nothing more than to be able to give our son the gift of a happy and carefree childhood as well.

But the thing is, he's only one baby...one boy. Sometimes when I think about all the hurt and abuse out there, I can actually feel a physical pain. Every baby deserves to be loved as much as Charlie is loved, and it's sometimes too much for me when I think about those who are not. Today at the store I actually saw a grown woman telling her crying toddler to shut up. When he then ran away from her down the isle, she told the other adult she was with to, "Just run over him with the cart, maybe then he'll get out of the way." Yeah, this actually happened...and it made me so angry.

Sometimes I can be guilty of thinking too much, or of being too emotional and too sappy, but I don't understand how some people honestly don' t think (or worse yet don't care) about the impact they have on their children. Parenthood is a precious gift, and I wish more people could think of it as such. What would the world be like if every baby were loved?

I would never wish the pain and heartache of infertility on anyone, ever. But I sometimes do wish people would realize...stop and think about what they have when they look at their children. We waited so long to become parents, and I'm endlessly glad that period of our lives has come to an end. I love that we are now moving forward again, and that we get to relive so much of the joy of life through our son.

Still, I can honestly say that I'm now thankful for those waiting years. I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that those years made me the mother I am. It is that very same heartache, that very same waiting that keeps me constantly in check about the impact I have on my son, about the kind of mother I want to be, and about the kind of childhood I want Charlie to have.


Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Keep Holding On

This one's for all of you who are still waiting out there tonight. The other day I happened to open up one of my old journals from our infertility days, and this is an exert from one of the many pages I wrote during that time:

January 11, 2007 - 12:29 p.m.

"I'm still not sure where I'm going - where my path will lead. I'm feeling pretty unsettled lately and I've been doing a lot of thinking. Last night I dreamt lucidly. I've been reading the little book Dad gave me about how to design your dreams. I went to sleep with the question of my life dangling on the edges--'when am I going to have a baby?' Then, though I don't remember the specifics of my dream, I woke up with the song, Keep Holding On by Avril Lavigne in my head. And so I will. The part that was playing in my head as I woke up goes:

Keep holding on
you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you.

Sometimes I can't help but be amazed by the way my mind works. I know my dreams are somewhat generated by my daily existence, but that song immediately struck a chord with me the first time I heard it, and it's given me a lot of comfort as we've been dealing with infertility. I feel almost as though that message is coming from somewhere else--some other, higher place that knows music is one language to which I am highly in tune. Anyway, all I know is that I have a lighter step today than I have in a while, and it feels good.

~MSL, age 31



So...maybe my message can give you some comfort too? I had a conversation with a friend tonight, another adoptive mom, about how adoption doesn't fix infertility or heal all the pain, and how some of that is always and inevitably ingrained within us after the long, hard battle of infertility. That really made me think, and sort of put me back in that place of how hard it is to keep holding on. I hope you all know that you're not alone, and that I haven't forgotten how hard infertility is, or how hard waiting is. Even when you're down and out, and you feel like you can't take another day...keep holding on!





Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Adoption Outreach

So I've been thinking lately that we need to step it up a bit and do some more adoption outreach. I've been subbing a lot this past week, and yesterday I had an "aha moment" when I was at a local middle school. In an attempt to encourage and inspire the youngsters, this particular school reads inspirational quotes over the PA system every morning. The topic for yesterday was hopelessness. As they asked, "Have you ever felt hopeless and like there was a problem in your life that had no solution?" I had the thought that hopeless is exactly how I've been feeling about adoption lately. The friendly PA system voice went on to say that when you are feeling hopeless, the very best thing you can do is take action. She read the following quote:
"Action is the antidote to despair."
~Joan Baez
I'll be honest, at the time I was listening to this, I was internally smirking a bit. I was thinking that this all sounds really good in theory, but that it's not always easy to take action when you truly feel hopeless. Then I was talking to my friend, Heather on Facebook, and she mentioned that there is a free web site where you can post your adoption profile. After looking around the site a bit, I think it's a really good idea. This has also gotten me thinking about other proactive things we might be able to do while we wait.

The bottom line is that we don't know how we will be matched with our birth family. As so many of the blog stories I follow have shown, anything can happen at any time. While I love our agency and feel very comfortable with them, they are very small, which is actually one thing I like about them. But--that, coupled with the fact that they provide social services, also means they don't do outreach of any kind. Birth families must come to them before they will have a chance of getting to us. For a long time, I sort of felt we should take a hands-off approach to this whole aspect of the process, but the more I think about it, the more I think maybe it's time to change that thought. I don't necessarily think letting fate take it's course means we should sit around and wait for someone to magically bump into us. I don't think there's anything wrong with us doing a little bit of mouth opening of our own, in a manner that feels comfortable to us.

I don't exactly know what this will entail, Michael and I will need to talk it over and decide what and how much we feel comfortable with. I certainly don't want to cross that line into a place where I feel like we're "advertising" ourselves, because that's a thought that's always made me feel a little unsettled. As with everything adoption, everyone has their own comfort/acceptance level with how, when, and how much they put themselves out there, so to speak. We will have to figure out what ours should be, but I'm confident in our ability to do that. What I do know is that I now--at long last--feel that I may be regaining a small amount of hope again. I have been through some of my lowest lows of this entire experience these past several weeks, and I am finally beginning to break free. Finally beginning to feel like me again.

As an extra (uplifting) aside, I also found the following quotes about taking action that I really enjoyed:
"You cannot change anything in your life with intention alone,
which can become a watered-down, occasional hope
that you'll get to tomorrow. Intention without action is useless."
~Caroline Myss
Know Action, Know Satisfaction.
No Action, No Satisfaction
~Victor Starfish
"Happy people plan actions, they don't plan results."
~Denis Waitely

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Maybe Next Time...

Well, we have had a rather tumultuous 24 hours or so. Last night as I was sitting in math class, I got a call...you guys know the call. Only, it wasn't quite the call. It was from the birth parent counselor at our agency. She told me about a baby girl who was born this past weekend. She was 7-10 weeks premature, but "otherwise healthy." She was/is in the N-ICU at the hospital about seven miles from our house. For a moment I thought it was the call. Then we were told the birth parents would be looking at pofiles last night. We had very limited information upon which to base a quick decision about whether or not to be shown. Of course we wanted to be shown, and we were. By the time I managed to sit through the rest of class (in a complete daze) and get home, there was an email update from our CW:
"...for those of you who have already agreed to have your letter and album shown to the birth mother of the premature baby girl--J. will be meeting with her tomorrow morning at which time she and her boyfriend will be looking at letters and albums. IF SHE CHOOSES TO MEET YOU, I WILL BE CALLING YOU AT AROUND 11 AM TOMORROW MORNING. YOU WILL HAVE TO BE AT THE AGENCY BY NOON TO MEET WITH THEM." J. and I know that this is ridiculously fast-crazy, but it's the best we can do in this situation. So stay tuned, and I'll be in touch."
So it was with that information that we went to bed last night. We didn't talk about it much, I don't think either one of us really knew what to say or exactly how to process the situation. Suffice it to say I don't think either one of us slept very well. I knew I needed to stay guarded, and be careful, but as you all know, that is much easier said than done.

This was unlike anything we've experienced as yet throughout this process. This was the first time I received information through a phone call rather than an email. This was the first time there was a real, already born baby girl in the picture. How my heart was aching for her last night, and for her whole situation. Even if we weren't the couple who was supposed to be there with her, I wanted someone to be there.

This morning unfolded at a slow crawl that was utterly unsettling. I had called my parents last night to tell them, just so I could tell someone...but we didn't want to say too much too soon, so we left it at that. Then I took my parents to the airport this morning for their trip to CA. It was nice to see them in person, and to get to talk to them about the "almost baby girl." I think we were all dreaming a bit. By the time 11:00 a.m. rolled around, I sort of already knew this time wasn't our time. That hunch was confirmed by around 12:40 p.m. (not that anyone was counting) when our CW called to tell us the birth parents had chosen another couple.

So the rest of the day has been spent feeling alternately OK, and being completely downtrodden. Of course that has been mixed in with Michael working his two jobs, and me studying for my last three final exams. One thing we both decided is that we need to get a car seat! Having this happen...this so close experience...has made us realize just how unprepared we really are. I think that one item will be moving up on our to-do list in the very near future!

So that's that...there's really nothing more to say. For the people who were chosen, I am very happy. This whole experience was THE experience for someone, and that is awesome. I wish them, and that baby girl a lifetime of happiness and health. Everyone keeps saying that one of these times it really will be our turn. Even though I don't really believe that at the moment, this experience did make me realize that you just never know what is in store or what will happen or when. I feel oddly hopeful and heartbroken all at the same time.





Monday, April 13, 2009

"Due Date"

Today was our "due date" on the baby registry. Today was the day I originally projected that we would have our little baby...or at least news of him/her. Admittedly, I just picked the date randomly because 13 is our lucky number, and April seemed like a nice, happy month...but still.

I'm not going to waste time repeating stuff I've already said...I'm just quietly observing that today things are not where I want them to be. They are far from that mark I have set, but even so, they are still good. We're hanging in there, and we will survive...we're just both having a hard time with this wait lately, and it's bringing us down.

Michael is normally so even-tempered and laid back. Sometimes I forget that this is affecting him too--that it's hard for him too. But lately he's been down, which makes me sad.

Anyway, I just want to say thank you to all of you who commented on my last post. Reading it now, it seems pretty bleak...but that is how I was feeling. I am better now, but still not up to my typical happiness level. Your support, encouragement and advice means the world to me, so THANK YOU!

This too shall pass...

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Bursting at the Seems

Tonight I am screaming from the inside out, I am SO SICK of waiting!!! I feel frustrated and angry and left behind and just generally like my life is standing still while everyone else is spinning in happy little circles around me. I know I hardly have room to complain. I know there are many people out there who have far worse situations with which to cope. I get that. I know there are many people out there who have far better and more positive attitudes than I do right now. I am just so very frustrated, and so very fed up with this whole drawn out and overwhelming process!!!

I had to call BRU and change the "due date" on our baby registry yesterday. I can't explain why exactly, but that just set me off. It's a simple thing, inconsequential really, but it irked me to the core. BRU really needs to have a special registry for prospective adoptive parents so they don't have to specify a due date. Why can't we just put TBD? Seriously, with all the technology available these days you'd think that would be possible.

I'm also bothered because we now have to get our home study and paperwork updated. Even though we weren't officially active in the pool until July last year (due to the time it took me to create our profile letter and album,) our home study was done in April. HOW IS IT APRIL ALREADY??? I just didn't want to have to do these things, I wanted to have our baby by now. I know I sound like a pouty, whiny b*tch, but I'm sick of internalizing all this crap so I can put on yet another happy face that I don't really feel. My soul feels unsettled lately and it's really pulling me down. WHERE IS OUR BABY LOVE???

The other huge thing that has been heavily weighing on me lately (all puns intended!) is that I have been thinking a lot more about weight loss surgery (WLS.) Even after reading a book about it and going to a consultation at a WLS clinic near us, I am left feeling conflicted and unsure about the whole thing. This is really a post for another day, because it stirs up so many feelings that I don't...or maybe even can't share. Weight has been a lifelong battle for me, it's not like this is the first time I've thought about surgery. I think what's bugging me though, is that this is the first time I've thought about it this seriously, and I think adoption is at the core of that conundrum. There are many reasons why I think WLS might possibly be the right path for me to take, but to be perfectly honest, I don't know how, nor do I feel even remotely qualified to make a decision of this magnitude. And then there's the part of me that thinks (like BB said in a previous comment) that maybe our match will happen because of our struggles with weight rather than in spite of them. I want to be happy and healthy and live my best life, both now and in the future when I'm a mom, isn't that what everyone wants? But would losing my weight guarantee that I would be happier? NO...it wouldn't guarantee anything at all, and it might very well be a big mistake that I would later regret. I think I just think too much, and I probably just need to let it all sit for a while now that I've obtained so much new information.

As I stated in a previous post, all this self-doubt and wavering back and forth is really out of character for me, which is unsettling. Sometimes I don't feel there is anyone with whom I can really talk about all this stuff, which is more my fault than theirs. I have a really hard time voicing some of these thoughts and feelings, especially verbally and in person. Whatever...it just is what it is, and I have to realize that whatever is going to happen will happen one way or another. I'm certainly not a fatalist by any stretch of the imagination, but I do think that sometimes "freedom of choice" seems a lot more consequential than it really is.

I'm done for now.





Thursday, April 2, 2009

Pool Party

We went to a "pool party" at our agency tonight. Pool party meaning a gathering for all the people who are currently in "the pool" of waiting parents. It was a good time, they showed us the Harvey Karp video, "The Happiest Baby on the Block." For those of you who don' know about this, it is an excellent, "revolutionary" technique for soothing very fussy babies. Karp first wrote a book with the same title and then subsequently made the video we watched tonight. It is a must for any prospective or new parents, especially if you have a "colicky" baby. In the video, Karp points out that the whole notion of colic is actually unfounded, and that most very fussy babies don't show any signs of having anything physically wrong. The video highlights Karp's "five S" technique of triggering the calming reflex in babies and comforting them almost instantly, even when they are uncontrollably fussy. His techniques take some practice and getting used to, but anyone can do them fairly easily. It's all very interesting, and worth checking out!! We got to practice his swaddling approach (the first s) on dolls tonight. It was great fun for me to watch my husband wrap up a baby. He actually did a great job, and confirmed my thoughts that he will be a fantastic daddy when the time comes! I just hope that time is soon, I'm sooo beyond ready!

Friday, March 27, 2009

Cheered

***I have to update this because now I'm feeling even more cheerful after reading the fantastic news over at BB's blog! If you haven't heard, check it out and congratulate the new family!!***

I just got off the phone with our SW and I am feeling so much better now. She wasn't sure if it would make me feel better or worse, so she somewhat hesitantly told me that the last b.mom who looked at our profile took only three albums home, including ours. Our SW said that the b.mom really liked us and thought we both sounded like "so much fun." I wish that would have been enough to make her choose us, but such is life. There seems to (finally!) be activity with our agency again, which makes a huge difference in how I feel overall. I have a small feeling of hope regarding this whole crazy process again and it's a welcome relief.

I'll be honest, I have been feeling a tremendous amount of self-doubt and sadness lately. There has been a shadow hanging over me, primarily regarding my weight, but also the fact that I'm so non-traditional in terms of still being in school at my age. I've been feeling lately that I will never be able to be a mom because I'm not thin like everyone else, even though I know I am absolutely meant to be a mom. It's just that sometimes when I compare myself to other 30-somethings, I feel woefully inadequate and very behind the times. I'm just so ready to have a "normal" job, and to be done with this crazy run-around called college. Normally I am such a confident, self-assured person, but lately I just haven't felt it and that's been bugging me.

I don't know--I'm sure there are still some trying days ahead with all of this, but for the first time in quite a while, I feel like everything really will be okay in the end. At least I can hope!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Nothing

Nothing to say and nothing to do...I'm just spending my time waiting for you! OK so that's cheesy, and I could probably turn it into an even cornier country/western song (cue creepy banjo music now...) but I wanted to post an entry today, and yet I have nothing to say! *sigh*

My life continues to be insanely busy, and the days fly by...but it's still not enough to keep my mind off of where my heart is. You guys know what I mean, I know.

On a happy note, I am slowly beginning the process of putting together our nursery, and I have found some potentially great Craig's List deals that I'm excited about. Of course I'll post photos and more details when I have them, but for now this is something fun for me to do that acknowledges our waiting in a positive way. It's all good.

That's it for tonight, sorry for the goofy and disjointed post, but I'm tired of looking at that "deflated" title from last week, and also tired in general so you get what you get!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Deflated

Lately I've been feeling pretty good, but these last couple days...it's like someone deflated my balloon. I can't pinpoint one thing that's gotten me down, other than the strong likelihood that my mood is largely in response to the monsoon-like weather Michigan has had recently. I actually enjoy the rain, but this has been a little too much for me. We had over two inches of rain this past weekend, complete with a flooded basement, and it's still coming down tonight. *Sigh*

The situation I mentioned in this post turned into another "no." Without going into details, I will say that my very first thought at hearing that news was one of relief more than anything else. That definitely tells you something. Still, every "no" also comes with some sadness for me. In theory, I do know our time will come, but practically speaking, this wait feels eternal.

I fear that I may become bitter the longer this takes. The rejection never gets any easier, no matter what the situation entails, but my reaction changes a little each time. The inevitable tears I cry take a little longer to arrive each subsequent time we receive the same basic email from our CW. They always sound similar, and basically say something to the effect of, "I know this is difficult, but so-and-so has chosen another family..." The more times I read those words, the more detached my reaction becomes. Maybe this is a healthy/normal defense mechanism, but it makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

In any case, our wait continues and I'm just plugging away. As miserable as I sound in this post, I'm really not. I am tired tonight, and therefore may be feeling a little more on edge than normal, but for the most part I'm just "walking along the plateau" (thanks to BB for that) of this journey.


Monday, March 2, 2009

One for the Bairn

My hubby just came home and told me he bought three lottery tickets today. I asked him why three, and he said, "Well, one for you, one for me, and one for the bairn." It took me a minute, but then I realized what he meant...the bairn, as is baby...as in our baby...our future little person. That made my day, he is such a sweet man!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Glimmers of Hope

I've been longing to see our SW's name in my inbox for over two months now, and it finally happened yesterday! I'm not in any way getting my hopes up, because...well, we all know where that can lead. Still, it is nice to know there are birth mothers working with our agency! And you never know when/how the one is going to come along. So...we will be shown early next week. Part of me would like to get excited but I just can't right now...I can't risk getting my hopes up again for what could be just another round of false hope. That said, I feel like any news is good news for me right now. I just needed to hear something, to know that there is still a chance of hope on the way.

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!


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Name of My Game

OK, Friends...obviously I've been biting my blogging tongue lately since my last post was over two weeks ago. I know some of you have been wondering where I've been and I have to tell you, I've been trying to think about things other than adoption. I thought maybe even a break from blogging would help in that endeavor, but it hasn't. No matter what I do, or how much I tempt the fates by making myself insanely busy...adoption is still there in the recesses of my mind. Even when I ignore it, waiting is still the name of my game. I have been overwhelmingly busy, and that's 3/4 of the reason I've been absent from blogging lately, but I've also been testing my emotions during this time to see if a break made me feel any better. I probably don't have to tell you that it didn't...we all know how therapeutic blogging can be.

Before I continue, I'm giving you a wet blanket alert. You should know that if you read further, it's probably going to be depressing. Believe me, I've tried thinking about only those things for which I am thankful (there are many,) I've tried biding my time by preoccupying myself with other activities, and I've tried thinking positively. Purposeful though those things are, they are simply not enough to soothe my soul. My heart--and consequently my mind, always comes back to the unmistakable sense of longing I feel. I thought about sugar-coating this post, in an attempt to avoid being an emotional drain to my readers, but then I thought better of that idea. My #1 goal with this blog has always been to tell our adoption story (from my perspective) as it unfolds.

As it happens, this part of our process is not filled with warm fuzzy thoughts and uplifting news. We are where we are and that's just that. I talked to our social worker recently and there is still no news about any potential birth families. I feel discouraged by this. I've read several other posts, etc. lately that have indicated this is a very busy time for other agencies, so I'm wondering what's going on with ours? November and December were packed and now there's just nothing? I'm also worried because our home study was in late April last year and I have a feeling we're going to have to get that updated. I don't think it's a big ordeal, but it does mean more money and more paperwork, which, quite frankly, makes me feel exhausted. I just wonder when our time is going to come.

How much longer must wait and how much more must we endure? All we want is a family, why does it seem that's too much to ask? I want to be a mom...I need to be a mom, to raise a family with the man I love. Why does that heartfelt desire have to be so unendingly difficult? There are so very many questions in my mind and in my heart, I'm ready for some answers. I feel angry, disappointed, sad...so very sad. I HATE feeling this way. Negativity goes against my grain. I am a very laid back person, and there was a time in my life when I would have described myself as optimistic. The years of pain associated with infertility, and to a lesser extent, adoption have altered that aspect of my personality somewhat. I hate the notion that I may be a drag to the people who are trying to support me, but having said that, I can't change how I feel and I don't want to pretend to be someone or something I'm not.

In a big way, I feel so completely exhausted, and more than situationally exhausted, if that makes any sense. I'm tired of always being on the sidelines of motherhood...on the outside looking in. I'm tired of being the support person and the one who fills in the gaps for the real mothers. I want a leading role and I feel like I'm ready for such a role. HOW MUCH LONGER DO WE HAVE TO WAIT?

Whatever...there is really nothing more I can say tonight. I know that there is no way to succinctly explain everything that's on my mind. Anyone who could read minds would run screaming if they took a look at mine right now. I am spent.


Monday, January 19, 2009

The Good List

I know others have posted similar things on their blogs, but I found this comprehensive list of "Things to do While Waiting" on this web site. There are some good things here that I thought worth sharing...

# 10 is a good example. While I'm always in the mood to discuss and dream about names we might choose for our baby, I hadn't even thought about the fact that prospective birth parents might ask about our choice of names. That gives me an extra way to convince the hubs to discuss name choices without making stupid jokes! :) Anyway...I got some good ideas from this list, hope you enjoy it too:

Some Things to Do While Waiting For Baby:

  1. Seek support from other people adopting either through local support groups or the IAC forums and adoption support groups.
  2. Take a class in newborn care.
  3. Take an infant/child CPR & First Aid class.
  4. Read about open adoption, parenting and general infant/child care.
  5. Talk to your employer and start planning for time away from the office if necessary.
  6. Research and select baby furniture (it can take months to order).
  7. Research car seats and strollers, with an eye towards a purchase.
  8. If you have purchased a car seat already, learn how to install it, then get it checked by a car seat specialist (call your local police department for assistance).
  9. Research and select a pediatrician.
  10. Select names for each gender (this is a common question from potential birthfamilies).
  11. Discuss and research discipline styles/techniques.
  12. Research and select a childcare provider (if you are going to work).
  13. Research new parenting techniques i.e., baby massage, using sign language, etc.
  14. Make some reheatable quick meals and store in the freezer.
  15. Research baby announcements, do-it-yourself or order?
  16. Start a life book of your adoption journey for your child.
  17. Discuss and make decisions about new wills, life insurance and a guardian for your child.
  18. Research and request forms to add your new baby to your health insurance plan.
  19. Research any parental/family leave policies with your employer.
  20. Research and decide about adoptive breastfeeding.
  21. Research and decide about cord blood banking.
  22. Research and purchase new baby/brother/sister books for the older sibling(s), if applicable.
  23. Discuss what type of new baby/welcome home celebration you want to have.
  24. Research and learn how to prevent SIDS.
  25. Prepare a first aid kit specifically for children (consult your pediatrician or the Red Cross).
  26. Tidy up your closets and storage space.
  27. Prepare the nursery.
  28. Talk to your friends and family about open adoption.
  29. Start a journal or blog about your adoption journey. A journal can record the milestones and detours, as well as your first rush of love for your child.
  30. Take advantage of special opportunities with your current familly.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Technically...

...I shouldn't be classified as a living thing. Who knew that the study of life science would make me feel so vulnerable? The other night in my biology methods class, we talked about the five characteristics of living things, one of which is reproduction. So since I'm not able to reproduce, does this mean I'm not a living thing? It's two parts funny and one part sad for me to think about this. I almost raised my hand to ask, but I refrained since that would have been pretty weird.

I gotta' admit it, I am not enjoying my semester thus far. I've flipped my schedule from T/Th to M/W/F, which means there are no familiar faces in the hallways these days. I guess I'm feeling kind of lonely on the school front. I also am not impressed with any of my professors at this point. They all seem a little too intense for my taste. Hopefully it will get better...

Even though I said I was feeling far away from all the adoption thoughts in my last post, I may have spoken too soon. I've been diligently checking my email lately, hoping there might be word from our social worker. In her last correspondence she said, "I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving and that the year ahead brings good news." Yes, it's been since Thanksgiving since we've heard anything. I guess I sort of tucked her comment away in the back of my mind and now that the new year is here I've been expecting/hoping we would hear something.

Then again...getting our hopes up only to have them come down isn't fun either so maybe it's better this way. There seems to be no good way for me to deal with all of this. If I think about it too much I drive myself crazy and get depressed, and if I don't think about it enough it creeps up on me anyway. AARGHHHHH! I guess there is just no easy way...no detour through this wait.

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...?