Thursday, December 10, 2009

Simply Love t-shirt adoption fundraiser

After experiencing parenthood for the second time, I am overwhelmed with emotion at the fortune our family has experienced in both adoption journeys. In this season of giving, I'd like to share an adoption blog with you, http://mycrazyadoption.org

There are some great limited edition T-shirts that are great holiday gift ideas for anyone in your life touched by African adoptions, http://mycrazyadoption.org/crazy-christmas-t-shirt-giveaway-last-one-of-the-year

For now, Miss M and I will sign off for some "girl time" while big brother C is taking a nap.

Many hugs!
T

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

She's Not Heavy...

She's our daughter. But she has grown 5 inches and 3 pounds in the 3 months she's been home. The consensus option of the viewing public, however, is that her eyes are the biggest ever. They certainly are captivating!

M continues to be extremely contented and easy-going. She sleeps through the night most of the time now (Yeah!). She loves to be entertained by her brother's antics. She smiles and giggles at him. C is the best one at calming her down when she does get upset. He'll get up close to her, say sweetly "Meana, Beana", and do a Vulcan mind-meld forehead-to-forehead manuever, and she quiets.



She does her happy dance (asynchratic failing arms and legs) at the appearance of Ba or Mum mum (or perhaps its the bottle they are carrying, but never mind...). She likes to chatter, coo, squeal, give raspberries, and drool voluminously. We've been expecting teeth for some time now, but nothing yet to report.

T is convinced that she has a strong preference for clothing options and jewelry (no projection going on there...). T claims that M cries when she doesn't like the clothing she is dressed in. E notes that a) this never happens when he dresses her and b) previous mommies who provided us hand-me downs were somehow unable to keep matching sets of clothes, violating his German sense of order and decorum. Thus...stop the presses...he thinks someone actually needs more clothing (to be clear, provided that they match).

She's starting to taste semi-solid foods (eat is too strong a description). She initiated Ba on Sunday evening by baptizing him with pureed sweet potatoes. She preferred smacking the spoon to putting it in her mouth... She can sit up briefly on her own and is making pre-crawling motions. Actual crawling is probably still several weeks away as she only gets the front or the back half off the ground, never the tummy or both ends simultaneously.

M had her first encounter with the clan (i.e., E's family) during Thanksgiving. She was a much better traveler than Ba and Mum-mum could have ever expected (she slept during most of the drive). As expected, M was "popu-LER...LAR" - everyone wanted time to hold that beautiful baby...none more than Uncle K. M planted a big wet "kiss" on Uncle K's nose (see exhibit A below). Let's just say that nobody better mess with M - if they do, Uncle K will jump on the first plane to Charlotte and take care of business.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Travelogue


We made it back last Sunday, Sept. 20, after an extended layover at Dulles International Airport in Washington due to a canceled flight. M is doing extremely well, T has been sick for most of the week, and C is adjusting to not being the center of attention. T has posted photos to her facebook page and hopefully will get some up here soon. In the meantime, let's start at the beginning.

We left Charlotte on Saturday, Sept. 12, in the afternoon and flew to Dulles in DC. With a four hour layover, we boarded Ethiopia Air and flew to Rome for refueling and then on to Addis Ababa. The flight was fine and we arrived in Addis @ 9:30 p.m. on Sunday. We met our driver, Becky, who took us to the grocery store, got us some phone minutes, and the took us to our guest house, the Bejoe'. As we were still on east coast US time, we stayed up to unpack.


The morning of Monday Sept. 14, we traveled out to the Hilton to confirm our flight home. This was our first view of Addis and our first glimpse at Ethiopian traffic. Simply put, I was overjoyed to have a driver. Complain all you want about American drivers, it beats near anarchy. Most traffic lights don't work and many intersections don't have them anyway; sheep, donkeys, ox, chickens, etc., are all hearded through the streets; kids (and some adults) come to knock on your windows at intersections to ask for $ for food. Becky, though, was a pro and always got us where we needed to go safely.

After the Hilton, we then went to the National Museum. My first reaction was that the parking lot had room for about a dozen cars (!) and only two were parked there. (THE National Museum and no one is there? Ever do battle with the crowds at any of the Smithsonians?) Upon entering, we had our first encounter with the admission rates in Ethiopia--2 birr for Ethiopians, 10 birr for foreigners (that's still less than a dollar so it's hard to complain...) The first floor held royal artifacts (crowns, robes, etc.). The basement explored the fossil record in Ethiopia, particularly the human ancesteral lineage leading back to "Lucy", the most famous hominoid discovery in northern Ethiopia. Replicas of her bones were displayed. The upper floors displayed art and tribal artifacts.


Upon returning to the Bejoe', the other families had arrived and we were treated to a traditional coffee ceremony. They roast and grind the beans as part of the ceremony. In the spirit of the occasion, I drank a cup of coffee. Coffee connoisseurs tell us how wonderful Ethiopian coffee is. Since I can't claim that title, all I can tell you is that it tasted like strong coffee.

At 3, M and the other babies arrived and we all got to enjoy our new kids.

M slept very well only waking up once for a feeding and a diaper change. Every night was consistent, in fact, Wed night she slept through until 6 am. Most parents would think this was great. If you're still on eastern US time while in Africa, however, you are laying there hoping the baby wakes up so that you have something to do! It's the only time any parent EVER has wanted their kid to poop so that they can change a diaper!

Tuesday, Sept 15, we went to lunch at the Top View Restaurant with the other families from Gladney, our adoption agency. As the name implies, the restaurant was on a hillside and provided a nice view of the south end of the city. After lunch, we went to the US embassy to do our interview so that M could get her visa to enter the US. Everything went smoothly there, though some of our fellow travelers discovered that, like most public toilets in Ethiopia, they don't have toilet paper. Even at the US Embassy!! Come on, people, I don't think cutting the toilet paper budget is going to cover the cost of bailing out Wall Street and GM. Let's be reasonable! That evening we had our first rain storm. It's still the rainy season. The storm didn't last very long. The Bejoe' just got web access so I tried to post a blog entry, but it wouldn't save (Too bad, I remember it being much more interesting than this post...).


Wed, Sept 16, we visited M's care center. Gladney rents four homes--three in this particular neighborhood--and has set up the rooms as nurseries. M's room was in the first building we visited--the one for infants. We toured the other buildings and then returned to M's building for the coffee ceremony. We met M's "special mother", Bokio--the care giver who had primary responsibility for M. She dressed M in a traditional dress for the ceremony. We had M checked by the care center's doctor as she (and the other kids at the Bejoe) had a cough and rapid, shallow breathing. She had a respitory infection and got some medicine for it. Our pediatrician in the US suggested that the pollution was probably aggrevating her distress and urged us to fly out before Sunday, our planned departure. Flights were full on Friday, but we were able to move up our departure by a day to Saturday. After getting the flight changed, we went to dinner at the Beer Garden Inn, the "German" restaurant in Addis. T ordered an Ethiopian dish and (re)discovered 1) Ethiopian food is hot and spicy and 2) German food isn't. So if hot and spicy food bothers your tummy, it's probably better to order German food at a German restaurant (a very German observation).


Thursday, Sept. 17, we visited the Holy Trinity Church, the Ethiopian version of St. Paul's (UK) or the National Cathedral in DC. It houses the resting place of Emperor Haile Selassie and his wife, Empress Menen. We were informed about the rituals of Ethiopian Orthodox Christianity, the history of the Ethiopian church, and the housing of the Ark of the Convenant in a church near Gondor. Apparently, Indiana Jones went through a whole lot of unnecessary effort and too many encounters with snakes to get to the Ark. Just outside Holy Trinity, but still on its grounds, we visited the memorial to the victims of the "Dirge"--the communists--in the early 1970s, including Belay's father who was the head of Haile Selassie's personal secruity.


That afternoon, we visited the Ethnography Museum in the former presidential palace. It contained the bedroom and bathroom (in all its 1950s glory) of Haile Selassie. The main part of the museum illustrated the human life cycle with practices of Ethiopian tribes at each stage of life. The upper floor contained art, in particular a large collection of religious iconography, and native musical instruments. We then traveled up Entoto mountain for a view overlooking Addis Ababa. As the car climbs, it is passed by women carrying large loads of firewood on their backs who are making their way down into the city. At the top of the mountain, there is a museum to Emperor Menelik II who moved the capital to Entoto mountain, building his palace and a church there. He later moved the capital off the mountain and founded Addis Ababa (Prior to that, the royals traveled in a large caravan and were hosted by the locals whereever they stopped; T's side note addendum - the site for Addis was, interestingly enough, chosen by Menelik's wife, Empress Tatyu.) While on the top of the mountain, we experienced a brief, but intense, rain and hail storm.


Thursday evening was the "cultural dinner." All the Gladney families got together and shared meals deposited on huge pieces of injera bread--the staple of Ethiopian food. Basically, a variety of stews were poured onto the bread and then you dipped smaller peices of injera into the stews. The stews included lamb, chicken, ground beef, chick peas, collared greens. The chicken was the spiciest. Throughout dinner, native music was played and as dinner finished, dancers started to perform native dances. Later numbers included selected audience participation. The dance included a lot of shoulder shaking and neck stretching. The dancer who came to our area tried to pass over T, but she stood up and made him dance with her (addendum - that's E's version of the story...talk to T for the real scoop). Fortunately, one of our friends was able to grab our video camera and get it on tape. I'm now taking orders (or maybe it will appear on You Tube at some inopportune moment...)


Friday morning started with M sitting on my lap on the bed as T was getting ready for breakfast. Then my leg starts to feel warm...and wet...and I lift her up to check her bottom...we have a blow-through! So I started the day with a fresh pair of pants. We visited three government orphanages with which Gladney works. The first, Kolfe, was an all-boys center for boys age 7-18. One boy held my hand through much of the tour. Then he became fascinated with the video camera and carried it around for the rest of the tour, showing off to his friends how they could see themselves in the video display. Once we reached the soccer field, an older boy filled me in on Ethiopian politics and talked about how they followed the Obama campaign last fall. From there we went to the Kebebetshane orphanage, which houses boys and girls from birth to seven. They were building a new dorm at this site. The final stop was Kechene, the original gov orphanage in Addis. It now houses older girls (and their younger brothers, if any). T was treated to having her hair braided (before you ask, no it didn't hurt; second, T gives major props to anyone who can sleep with those braids in your hair...WOW). Becky, our driver, introduced us to his special friend, Derik (age 2).


Saturday was our trip out of the city to the "Dreamland" resort. They were booked with a conference, however, so we stopped there to take photos of the lake and continued on to a nearby resort. This place was very upscale and beautiful: flowers, waterfalls, mosiacs, roofs covered (and lined on the inside) with thatch to make them look traditional. The restaurant was open air and overlooked a large lake. A very relaxing afternoon and a nice chance to see some of the countryside.

Saturday also bid us adieu to our friends at the Bejoe'. The staff were extremely pleasant and worked to make our stay most enjoyable. T, being the Southerner she is, was pleased with the Ethiopian version of "Southern Hospitality (y'all come back now ya' hear...). Genet (Belay's sister) was always warm and welcoming. Marta (T had no problem remembering her name thanks to the Sound of Music) was the best cook. T looked forward to "Breakfast at the Bejoe'" every morning - each day brought something new: omelettes, wonton-style meat delicacies, toast w/ strawberry jam, etc. Breakfast also brought us a chai-style tea, which everyone looked forward to (T even took the reigns to ask one morning if Marta was making tea). Genet and Marta took turns holding the babies to give the families time to enjoy their meals. They also ensured our caregivers were available, so that the families could enjoy the sights, shop, or simple things such as showering. T didn't mind the 50-100 Birr ($4 or $8 US dollars) per 1/2 day or full day for babysitting - try finding that here in the US!

Ethiopia had some surprising similarities to Vietnam, as well as many differences. The key similarity was the number of small shops lining nearly every street. Likewise, stores selling similar items were often concentrated together on the same block. There also was lots of construction. Big concrete shells of office or residential towers loom over nearly every block. The buildings, however, tend to look less modern, probably because the air pollution dirties them quickly. Thousands of scooters (Vietnam) apparently do not pollute the air as much as a few old diesel-belching Toyota cars and vans (Addis). Poverty was also a lot more obvious in Addis. I had been surprise at the time that we didn't see more of it in Vietnam. One explanation may be that shanty towns and luxury high rises were next door to each other in Addis, where poverty may have been "zoned" out of sight better in Vietnam. In both countries, the people were exceedingly warm and welcoming and made the trips to be enjoyable experiences.

M did extremely well on the flights to the US. She was not bothered by pressure changes on the flights whatsoever, unlike her Mommy who thought her eardrums were going to rupture during the landing. M slept during the flight between Addis and Rome and most of the flight from Rome to Dulles. During the long layover at Dulles, she hung loose and was less aggrevated than her parents at having to spend the day in the airport. She has been, and continues to be, remarkably contented. She cries when she needs fed, she poops at the end of a feeding and then has her diaper changed, and then is happy to sit and look around. And if you change her position every half hour or so, she won't complain about anything. Even though she was sick in Addis, it was only the cough that gave it anyway.

Opa met us at the airport. C met us at the door to the house. He grew 2 feet and 40pounds and doubled his vocabulary while we were away. When we called from Ethiopia, he didn't want to talk much as playing with Z&G was more interesting. He told us that he cried every day while we were gone (which we know is not true) but is a sweet way of saying that he missed us. He'll be adjusting to "no longer an only child" status for a while.

As for now, we rest. Opa and Oma left to travel back to PA. We'll miss them and look forward to the next steps in our family's journey.

And NOW, there are four!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Over the river and through the woods...

Well, not so much. More like, onto the interstate and aboard the planes (doesn't have quite the same ring eh...but I prefer the jet plane to flying monkeys anyday). Tomorrow is the big day. I truly feel joy with a with a pinch of sadness: the paradox of happiness that our time of travel is arriving, yet heavy-hearted that we won't be with our son for 10 days. This will be the longest we have been apart since he became our son on November 1, 2007. As with everthing, this too shall pass and our family unit will be complete in a VERY brief moment of time (case in point, look how quickly this week passed!).

With our work schedules, we are packing at the last moment (AGAIN - it's apparently a dominant trait for the females in my family - darned genetics). But, to my defense, I did begin packing incrementally beginning Monday. All will be ready before the night's end.

Today was last minute shopping for essentials and receipt of new currency from Aunt Kiki (of course, I just realized I forgot to pick up some thank you cards at the store...well, guess those notes of gratitude will have to wait until we return).

Unlike our previous adoption journey, we will not be keeping a daily travelogue while in country. We'll write of our adventures (yes, most likely there will be adventures...but hopefully no lost hats in ponds - or projective vomiting onto Mommy this time) when we return as a family of four.

As for now, we are signing off. Prayers for safe travels ahead, both for our family and the other families arriving this week!

Monday, September 7, 2009

T-minus 6 and counting...

You know what's interesting with international adoptions (well, from my own personal perspective...can't speak for anyone but myself)? The wait seems to drag on mercilously. Time moves in tortoise speed (or slug, take your pick...but hopefully without the slimy trail). You try to focus on other things - work, family, gal pal time, etc. You wonder if and when the call will come; if and when you'll receive your court date (and if you'll pass...or have a delay for the rainy season).

Then, the call comes. You have a referral. Another call comes, you have a court date. Another call comes, and the child is yours. Then, another call, you have a travel date. And before you know it, it's six days before you're scheduled to travel and realize time is excelerating at Warp Factor 10 (any faster and I'd turn into an anthropomorphic newt). Believe it or not, it's time to commence initial stages of packing.

Since big brother C is staying home, there's additional packing and information to gather (contact numbers, consent for health care treatment/medication administration, copies copies and more copies of forms) in addition to packing for international travel.

Rather than feel overwhelmed by the sheer velocity of time travel and the mounting piles of gotta need getta hav'a things to do, I take a deep breath and reflect on the things we've accomplished in the past week.

Thanks to assistance from Aunt Kiki and E, the nursery is done - we have furniture, washed clothing, and organization (large plastic storage containers are a must!). Although, I must confess the nursery is again cluttered thanks to aforementioned travel preparations. Even C's room is a bit more organized as well!

Yesterday (Saturday) was Baby Shower #1. Many thanks to our friends and neighbors who came to celebrate the impending arrival of Baby M. Aunt Kiki and Nancy did a wonderful job as hosts. The food was indeed yummy and the fellowship warm and festive.

Today (Sunday), I became a walking, living, breathing pharmacy, thanks to my expedition to Target and Rite-Aid (picked up a few...well, maybe not a few...additional travel essentials). Hopefully, I'll make a list of the things we're bringing and see what really will be essential when all is said and done. Of course, best laid plans and Murphy's Law has determined that I didn't pick up all the essentials...the printer cartridge is low and now has to be replaced.

"Mommy Brain" mandates that I now have to make lists for everything...otherwise, I'd probably forget my head if it weren't attached. But, in one week, I imagine the craziness of this week...like the tides of the ocean....will recede and all will be a not-so distant memory, as we will finally see our daughter face to face.

It's late, I'm tired (finally) and I'm on Big Brother C patrol tomorrow. For now, here's a special treat - pictures of Baby M, including the last photos we received from our agency (...now 9 lbs and 20 1/4 inches of sheer beauty).

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Please welcome...

...the newest member of our family - Mena Elise Heberlig



More to tell later.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

T minus 20 days...

Great news on the homefront. We (yes, you heard it correctly, "we" - E was working at home today due to a broken AC system at work, rendering his office a mere 90+ degrees) received a call from Jessica (our caseworker) today. Our court date has been set for August 11th - 20 days from now.

When the adoption is approved, we will be able to travel approximately 3 to 5 weeks later. Please keep our family in your thoughts and prayers for a positive opinion.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Paradox

Two months ago, a tiny new life entered this world. Although unknown at the time, five weeks later our family was introduced to this beautiful miracle and precious bundle of joy. She has already captivated our hearts and created her place within our lives.

Part of me tries to remain cautiously optimistic with a side order of realism. What I mean is that while I remain cautiously optimistic and hopeful to receive a court date before closure, my analytical left brain keeps barking orders to "keep it real...hope for the best but keep your grip on reality." The neurons rapid fire additional remarks, "even if you don't receive a court date before closure, Baby M will most likely be around 6 or 7 months old when she comes home...heck, that's a great age, sleeping through the night, not eating every 2 to 3 hours, starting to have more growth and development, personality...all that jazz."

But like any normal human, I long to see her, to feel her in my arms, to hear her coos, her cries, her laughter, to see her beautiful face in person, to have my family unit complete, to see C being a great big brother to his baby sister, to see my husband being oh so gentle and tender with his daughter. Tis truly a paradox, having these separate thoughts occur simultaneously in the thought speak of my mind.

My poor corpus callosum is working mandatory overtime (okay, these are the ramblings you get when a nursing instructor who teaches about neurological disorders can't sleep). But on the bright side, at least the brain chatter has dulled to a low roar now that the words are being typed on the screen.

My husband has had four years of marriage and an additional two years of dating/engagement to get used to my unannounced segues. So, I end with this thought. In life, there are things within our control and others that are beyond our control. Life flows more smoothly when we are able to identify the differences between these two opposing poles. So, knowing that the court date is within the spectrum of the latter, I leave this blog entry in a quasi-state of peace. Although I cannot control when we receive the court date, I can control my response to the wait. I choose peace - peace in the knowledge that that our day will come and that our daughter will be united with her family in the near future.

Shalom.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Celebration

I have Kool in the Gang's song on the brain, thanks to Ms. C. See her great news here.

On the home front, I was pleased to receive an email from another local mom, J, who arrived home recently with her sweet little girl. J saw itty bitty Baby M while she was in ET.

This week, after returning home from vacation, I was able to develop Baby M's pictures (as well as some vacation pictures). I've taken opportunities to show Big Brother C her pictues, tell him her name and that she is his baby sister. So now, he sees the pictures and says she's "baby sister." He doesn't remember her name yet (nor do I expect him to make the connection until she is with us permanently). I look forward to the days when he identifies her as easily by name as he does w/ Ba, Mum-mum, or the rest of the clan.

I will say vacations are a great way for time to pass quickly. I can't believe two weeks have passed since we received Abbey's call. We remain hopeful to receive a court date before closure. However, we will be at peace, no matter whether the date is before or afterwards. The most important thing is for Baby M to remain healthy, well-cared for, and loved.

Finally, I am happy to note that there are several families who now have court dates this month. I am so hopeful that each family receives a positive opinion and travels to be united with their little ones before the rainy season starts. You all are in our prayers!

Peace...

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Time

From Friday, October 3, 2008 to Tuesday, June 23, 2009

264 days
-or- 8 months, 21 days
-or- 37 weeks
-or- 6336 hours
-or- 380, 160 minutes
-or- 22,809,600 seconds

This is how long we waited before we knew that you were our daughter. It was worth the wait.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

More lows and highs than the ocean tide...

Like Alexander, Tuesday began as a "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day." E had left Monday afternoon, traveling to DC for a one-day conference. So, C and I were running solo (although I guess with two of us, it would technically be a duet, not a solo). Anyway, our day started with the great cat roundup - Bella kitty needed to be herded into her kennel for a trip to the vet. She had not been eating and was having tummy and bladder issues. Herding cats...nearly impossible. So, after lots of fuss, Bella finally found herself in the kennel! Don't know who was fussier during the car ride: Bella the meower or Colin, who kept saying, "It okay Beh-wah...you be okay...you no cry now" and was confused as to why a Siamese-mixed breed would refuse to let a 3 year-old boy hold her paw. Bloodwork, two injections, flea/tick treatment, medical mystery left unsolved, and credit card charge, mission completion. Bella arrived safely home.

After taking Bella home, C and I departed for some workout and play time. C was full of questions about the "whys" Bella was sick and (in his words) "frustrated" that Mum-mum the Omnipotent didn't provide adequate answers to "Life, the Universe, and Everything," using an outside voice to emphasize the point. Unfortunately, the outside voice coincided with the moment I was beginning to pull into a parking spot - subsequently resulting in the meeting of my passengerside bumper with the rear quarter panel and rear driver side door of another vehicle. Fortunately, I was able to locate the owner of the vehicle and exchange insurance information (thankfully, she was very nice and greatful that I wanted to do the right thing).

After arriving home (after an abbreviated workout), C decided to take a late nap (1:30 pm - he normally goes down for his nap around 12:30 pm - and yes, I know, be thankful that a 3 year old still naps). I was thoroughly convinced "the call" would not happen and sat down at my computer to check emails and Facebook. At 2:39 pm, my cell phone rang. I thought, "...hmm, who could that be" and walked downstairs to check. Glancing quickly, I didn't recognize the number listed and tried to redial...the number was one that could not accept incoming calls. After this, I noticed there was one voice mail and went to retrieve the message.

"Hi T, it's Abbey from Gladney. Have some good news to share with you. So give me a call back when you get this."

Good news...no...E's in DC....OMG (all this time running upstairs and working my best to keep the excitement to a mouse-like squeak (and not wake up C). So, I hurriedly returned Abbey's call and asked if this was the call (for which she said, Yes). I told her I needed to call E because he was out of town in DC and would call her back. So, call #1 placed to E - no answer...left a message. Waited a few minutes and placed call #2 - no answer, second message left.

I made an executive decision to go ahead and proceed w/ "the call". So, with much happiness, I sat down at the computer and received the news that would change my (and our family's) life for the second time. We were receiving a referral for an adorable infant girl, estimated date of birth on May 16th -Miss M. She was five weeks old and an itty bitty (current weight of 7 lbs).

Looking at these precious photographs, I was amazed at her tiny hands and feet, wide open eyes, and chuckled at these words, "peaceful, content little baby. Of course when it comes time for her feedings, she does not show the slightest hesitation in crying for her milk." Although my heart wasn't small, like the Grinch it grew three sizes that day.

Three additional calls to E yielded no results. Finally, the phone rang at 4:49 pm and I was able to relay the news that E was going to be Ba for a second time. Since he had no internet access, he would look at her pictures and information after he arrived home that evening. Now that he knew, I was call the family and let them know about Miss M's referral call (incredible restraint...I know).

Flashforward to 8:15 pm. I was w/ C at a board meeting when E called. Apparently he missed his flight (thought it departed at 7:30 pm, rather than the actual time 30 minutes earlier), had to stay overnight, and arrived safely home this morning. E was able to see the pictures of his baby daughter.

Although we are not permitted to tell you her name or display any pictures...trust me, she is an absolute doll! She is another miracle and has already taken her place as a member of the family. We are so thrilled to become Baby M's parents and look forward to the day she is placed with us permanetly!

A final word: today was Abbey's last day with the Gladney family. I was thrilled that she was the one to make "the call." She will be missed; however, we look forward to working again with Jessica as we go through the final stages of bringing Baby M home.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Just when you least expect it...

The phone rings and your life changes again in an instant. We received "the call" today from Abbey, our caseworker: a beautiful itty bitty, adorable 5 week old baby girl.

More details to follow (and yes, there's a story...)

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Inching ever closer

Our family is now at the top of the unofficial "list" for an infant girl. Congratulations to the families who recently received referrals (*June is busting out all over* with referrals) and those families who have passed court. For the families who did not pass court, we are hopeful for your success on your next court date (which, hopefully will be very soon).

Some of our local Gladney families are either in ET or preparing to travel. We look forward to seeing your little ones home!

I still remain cautiously optimistic in receiving a referral this month. However, I have to remind myself that this process reveals itself in due course. It amazing to think that at this very moment, our daughter is in Ethiopia right now, hopefully receiving lots of love from her nannies. Although I do not know whom she is, her name, or what she looks like, she is already very much a part of our family and loved by her Ba, Mum-mum, and big brother C and the rest of our "clan" (E's paternal grandfather was born in Ireland, so indeed they are our clan).

At Mother's Day this year, I performed a song called "You Are Loved." The one word in the lyrics was slightly modified to take in account that although we were not present for their births, the love for our children grew in our hearts, rather than our bodies. The words are so meaningful and I want to share them with you:

"You Are Loved" (words and music by Cindy Berry - copyright 2004 GlorySound)

When I look into your eyes I see the wonder of a child "loved" and formed by the Lord.
A precious child created in His image, according to His word.

And wherever your path may lead you, I want you always to know;
You are loved, dear child, you are loved.

You are loved, you are special, you are loved by your fam'ly and friends.
And you are loved by your heavenly Father, with a love that never ends.

As you listen to the voice of the Father, may you follow Him day by day.
May you feel His loving arms around you, guiding and showing you the way.

And wherever your path may lead you, I want you always to know;
You are loved, dear child, you are loved.

You are loved, dear child, you are loved.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

MIA

In the interest of minimizing duplication of work (and maintaining my sanity as we wait for our daughter's referral), I posted portions of our lastest entry (edited for name appropriateness) from Big Brother C's blog here (hope this isn't too confusing for you - we use initials for names!).

Wow, how time flies when you're having fun. Since we last blogged (interesting that this word is now ingrained in our vocabulary, eh?), we've had several very interesting adventures. Big Brother C finished preschool. On the last day, E took pictures of C w/ his "buddies", J, M, and A (the boys). Here they are invoking their inner Spidermen and Supermen:

When looking at the pictures, it was interesting to note that E even was able to include a picture of the "big truck" which was the subject of many conversations (pretty much on a daily basis) after preschool. After naptime, C and J (sitting next to C) raced to the playground - the winner received the spoils of playing w/ the big truck (instead of the small truck). C informed us each day regarding whom won the race (either being elated from his victory or upset that J did not share the big truck).

It's amazing to realize how much C has grown (both physically and developmentally) since August. Language skills alone are astounding. Many thanks to Ms. Janice and Ms. Melanie (yes, *gasp* names are included) for all they did to help C grow as a preschooler. He'll miss you when he starts class in the "green school" in August!

Here's Ms. Janice and C:

and Ms. Melanie and C:


In addition to finishing his first year of preschool, C enjoyed his first beach vacation. Opa and Oma (E's parents) joined us as we traveled to one of the beaches in SC. We stayed in a very nice location (think timeshare and hotel combined) with private access to the beach and a private pool. C was fascinated by the tide and most enjoyed the puddles of oceanwater that formed when the tide rolled away (but, alas, we weren't sittin' at the dock of the bay). C pretended to swim and wanted us to call him "turtle." Let's just say we've created a beach bum! He also unleashed his inner Tiger Woods and had several hole-in-ones on the local miniature golf courses. C was most fascinated by the "big sharks" and "turtle" at Ripley's Aquarium in Myrtle Beach (alas, Mum-mum was not able to convince C that the turtle was a female named "Gabrielle" - according to C, it was a boy turtle like in Nemo...). Toward the end of the week, we had dinner at an excellent restaurant named "Pacino's Mediterranean Grille." The owners took C under their wing, had him draw a picture, sign his name, and place it in the kitchen - oh, yes, and the food was absolutely FABULOUS!

We've also had our fair share of doctor visits. After his hospitalization, C had two flare ups of respiratory symptoms (wheezing and fever), so we've visited a pulmonologist (lung doctor) and allergist (Dr. Maeve O'Connor - we highly recommend her!). C survivied his PFT (pulmonary function test) and allergy testing (ouchies which earned him a trip to Ben & Jerry's for "brown ice cream on a BIG cone"). So, C is now a seasoned pro in using his inhaler w/ spacer and taking his "yummy medicine" (aka Zyrtec). Oh, yes, let's not forget his visit to the optometrist - C will soon be the proud owner of glasses that will need to be worn when he's watching TV or reading books ("Just like Ba." C stated).

Just like any good big brother, C has started using "baby sister" as his alibi when he's caught committing infractions ("I no do it. Baby sister do it."). However, Big Brother C showed his tender side when discussing all the things he wanted to do for his baby sister (feeding, changing diaper, rocking or "woking" as he calls it). He said, "I love Ba, Mum-mum, and Baby Sister."

On the bright side, C loves giving kisses and hugs at bedtime (and will let you know if he hasn't been able to do so). Just in the past week, C has independently begun saying "Yes sir" and "Yes ma'am" (with prompting from Mum-mum to help him understand when sir and ma'am should be used - and no, I can't receive any credit for this one...he started this on his own).

Our neighbor S finished painting the kids' bathroom. I'll post pictures once I discover the location of my camera (MIA or AWOL at the moment - waiting for the ranson note to appear). As for the "theme" - let's just say we brought a little bit of the beach home to Charlotte.

On a final note, we've begun the wonderful joy of nighttime potty training (no more diapers for our big boy). On a positive note, we have had a few (stress the word few) treasured dry-sheet and jammies nights (thanks to a nighttime wake up and emptying of the bladder). On the flip side, this means we've had a many days of waking up to the sounds of "I wet" and even more laundry cycles for Ba. If all goes well, we'll have one fully potty trained, just in time to begin diapers for #2!

Here's a video montage of our trip. Hope you enjoy!
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Eight months

Well, eight months have passed since we found ourselves attaining waitlist status. As with international adoption, timelines are subject to change (well, IA in general is a fluid, dynamic process...expect the unexpected). Fortunately, big brother C has been keeping us busy with his antics (guess it'll be time to update his blog as well...a project for another day).

I was looking back at C's blog and realized that two years ago on the 26th, we received C's referral. Wouldn't it be interesting if we received our daughter's referral this month as well? Speculation, of course (perhaps more wishful thinking than anything).

The understanding and perspective of time is extremely helpful. Simultaneously, it feels as though we've been on the waitlist both a brief moment of time and an eternity. I've seen our name move up the unofficial list and hope that, in another brief period of time, our process will take the next step.

Waiting is never easy. But, I do remember the wait seemed so minimal when the referral call took place. I hold on to that thought as the days continue to pass. It's not a matter of if the referral will take place, it's a matter of when...

So for now, I sit here listening to the sounds of silence (with the exception of the drumming of the keyboard) and remain hopeful the call will be received soon. I gained renewed joy as I read updates on blogs and hear about other families who have been waiting longer (and sometimes shorter) receiving their referrals, passing court, and traveling to be united with their precious bundles of joy.

Life is good...

Friday, February 13, 2009

Sweethearts

With Valentine's Day approaching, I spoke w/ C to help him understand the concept of Valentines and "sweethearts." I told him that Ba and he were my sweethearts and that he and I were Ba's sweethearts. So then, I asked C who his sweetheart was. He smiled and said, "My sister."

Tonight, as we were helping C prepare for bed (as per our usual routine) and asked C which books he would like to read. He looked at us, pointed to the small books in his bookcase and said, "small books for baby sister."

There are times it seems that time is moving at warp speed. Counting today, we have been on the waitlist for 134 days -or-
4 months, 11 days -or-
19 weeks -or-
3,216 hours -or-
192,960 minutes (Hopefully we won't reach 525,600 minutes!) -or-
11,577,600 seconds (but who's counting?)

Based on new estimates from our agency, families are waiting (on average) 6 1/2 month to receive a referral. So, we hope to receive a referral sometime between E's and my birthdays (March 25th and April 25th).