Still waiting for adoption to happen, so the series continues...
Let's talk about waiting, 'cause...
I'm starting to see a pattern here.
When you start working with a NaPro doctor, things are a little crazy for a while. Do this test, now this one, ultrasounds, blood draws, try new meds, more blood draws, how about surgery?!
It's a lot to do and take in all at once, or even over the course of a few cycles. But after you've gone through that initial work-up, things settle down for a bit. You're still working with your doctor, still actively "trying," but as the unsuccessful cycles pass you by, follow-ups with your doctor and tweaks to your treatment happen less and less.
At this point, we're only meeting with our NaPro doc once every three cycles. And I'll tell you what that feels like. Lame. Definitely lame. It's no fault of anyone's, except my stupid uterus. But to be given a little tweak to your treatment and then given the instructions to "try it out" for three months before you come back, it's a bit of a bummer. It makes things feel like they're moving slowwwww as molasses. But I get it. That's just the nature of the beast. Getting pregnant doesn't happen overnight, at least from our perspective, so it's really just one big waiting game. And if that treatment didn't work, well, then it's on to the next one for three more cycles. Waiting, waiting waiting.
So, when our adoption adventure really took off, I thought, "Thank goodness, the waiting is finally over! We'll be matched in no time!"
Yep. I really thought that.
Doy.
Go ahead. You're allowed to call me crazy on this one. I just really thought I'd have more control.
Just like NaPro, when you first pursue adoption, it's busy busy busy. Fill out this form, now fill out a hundred more, get some background checks, find some references, let us inspect your home, now how about you make a profile that details exactly who you and your spouse are in 10 pages or less?
Another case of a lot to take in at once! I can remember looking at the checklist of what we had to do to be approved to adopt and just feeling way overwhelmed. But over time, piece by piece, of course you get through it. And then, just like the NaPro treatments, things suddenly really slowwww dowwwwn. You go from barely having time to breath between all the checks on the checklist to, "Wait, where did everyone go?"
After you hand in that big stack and you social worker says APPROVED, that's it. The lonnnnng silence, as I like to call it, begins. Days feel like weeks, weeks like YEARS. I'm serious. We'll go two weeks without hearing from the agency and it'll feel like an eeeeeternity!
Are catching the similarities here?
I'm pretty sure I've said it before, but it's worth repeating. In my opinion, the motto for adoption and, now that I think of it, NaPro treatments too, should be "Hurry Up and Wait!"
Sure, not everyone has had the same NaPro or adoption experience as us. Some folks get pregnant or adopt like that. But definitely in our case, it's all a big waiting game right now.
Or I suppose, if we want to call it what it really is... it's all about learning patience right now.
A friend of mine recently opened up to me about her struggles with infertility. She told me she just prayed and prayed and prayed for patience. And then, after quite some time of trying, she finally found herself pregnant. Though, as her little ones came along, she found that her prayers didn't change at all. Patience, patience, patience is still her number one petition to this day.
So, I suppose all this NaPro and adoption waiting has something to do with that. The "p" word. 'Cause God sure knows the need for patience won't go away once cute kiddos come along.
But still. First with NaPro, now with adoption... can't there be something happening in my life that doesn't also have to teach me a lesson in patience?
;)
And now, let's wrap up with a "While We Waited" tradition. At the end of each of her pregnancy update posts, blogger Mama Holi answers the same 17 pregnancy-related questions to log all the changes and ups and downs of her pregnancy. Well, that inspired me to do the same, but obviously not about pregnancy. So, I tweaked the questions quite a bit (for example, adoption doesn't change the innie- or outtie-ness of a belly button, so I probably don't need to answer a question about my bellybutton every time) and made myself a cute little way to keep track of the changes and ups and downs of our adoption journey! Let's give it a whirl...
How far along? 1 month of waiting so far.
Best moment of this week? Connecting with a bunch of really great future-adoptive mamas online through a google hangout chat! It's so lovely to talk to ladies who really get what I'm going through.
Worst moment of this week? Sorry to be vague, I may post more about it later this week, but having to make a really tough decision regarding a potential adoption.
Mood? Pretty at peace right now. Trying to embrace the one-on-one time with John while it still lasts. But I also still have a little case of "hurry up already!" Normal.
Any word from the agency? Yes! The special ringtone on my phone went off and my heart JUMPED out of my chest!! We were presented with a birthmom and baby situation, but ultimately nothing panned out.
Boy or girl? We're open to either! But husband not-so-secretly hopes it's a boy.
Most excited about? Meeting our forever baby, duh!
Biggest fear? Not bonding like we're supposed to with our little kiddo. I'm reading up on it now! For sure, I want to do this right! I talked to John about it earlier this week and he said he's super excited to wear our baby around in one of those "masculine baby carriers." That made me smile lots! And made me a little less worried about bonding. Skin-to-skin contact with the baby is huge! We'll be pros, right? (Anyone have attachment advice for us?)
Distractions? Lots of good ones coming up! A hands-on Moroccan cooking class with John at Whole Foods and his 31st birthday party in the works. Distraction is my middle name right now. Let's keep piling the fun stuff on while we wait! And also, that way we'll get it out of our systems before baby arrives.
Looking forward to? Hearing from the agency again! I pray it happens soon!
(PS - All "waiting" future adoptive moms or dads have my complete permission (and encouragement!) to use this on their blog or facebook or whatevs. :) Steal away!)
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Saturday, July 5, 2014
A Bloggiversary!
Well, it's been a year since my very first post here on Blessed to Be, so I guess it's time to get all reflectly and nostalgic and talk about life for a while.
But first, this needs to start with a huge thank you. THANK YOU, my lovely readers (family and friends included), for following me on this crazy journey. You are my strength through the tough times, my cheerleaders when it's time to celebrate, and a great support through it all. I love this little community we have here; it keeps me going when things get blah or ugly. So, THANK YOU with all of my heart. You're all awesome.
Ok, now on to the reflectifying.
Would you believe it... a lot has changed in a year! We still aren't parents like we thought we'd be, so I guess not that much has changed. But I see some serious Fruits from the past year. Allow me to talk about them...
Infertility Treatment
We know a little more regarding our infertility, mostly because I was a brave little toaster and had a laparoscopy back in September. Dr. G found a mild case of endometriosis hanging out in there. We already knew about low pre-peak estradiol and infection (endometritis), but endometriosis was definitly news to us, especially since I don't really have any symptoms, aside from, you know, infertility.
As for medications, I'm currently on Clomid for an estradiol boost, sustained release B6 for mucus production, Biaxin every cycle to treat that pesky infection, and HCG injections 'cause they're cool. I'm seeing our NaPro doc again this cycle to follow-up since we're still not pregnant, so I imagine more tests and/or meds are in my future.
I have to be honest, I'm not thrilled that we're still having to figure this infertility thing out. I'm glad we have a general idea of what's wrong, but I feel like we're still miles and years away from fixing it, if ever. So, while we've learned a bit in the last year and tried a few medications, and that's good because we can check things of the list now (Fruits!), I can't help feeling like we're only inches ahead of where we were last year. But that's probably CD3 Stephanie talking.
Lots of Travel
We've done the heck out of some traveling in the past 365 days. I suppose we're just trying to shake off that travel bug before a baby arrives. Oh, who are we kidding? I'm totally going to wear that baby everywhere we go, so I imagine traveling will still be in our future. But if not, it'll be fun to look back on all the places we went pre-babe...
Nashville for our 2nd anniversary
Johnson City, TN (8 hours away) for my sister-in-law's wedding
Hot Springs, Arkansas to get away after a very bad day
Johnson City, TN again to be with John's family for Christmas
Nashville again to hear the premiere of Ben Folds's Piano Concerto
St. Louis for the Empowered to Connect adoption/foster conference
Rhode Island to visit my family and meet our new nephew
Toledo, OH on a youth ministry mission trip
And New York City to explore and visit family
Whew! We've been places! It's just nice to get away from every-day infertile life in Memphis, so time away is always majorly enjoyed. We can relax and be ourselves for a while (more Fruit!), without all the work and doctors appointments and stress and such. Good times.
An Increase in Faith & Love
Nothing quite rocks your world like infertility, at least in my opinion, because my world has been severely rocked. There are certainly days where I'm a little ticked at the Man upstairs and a little snippity with my dear husband, but overall, faith and love have grown.
I think about how small my problems pre-IF were... someone annoying me at work, a friend being dishonest or distant, my husband leaving the shower curtain open. While they all still drive me bonkers, they're the small potatoes of life now compared to IF. And I think about how those small potatoes used to be the stuff of my prayers. They were the regular requests I brought before God.
It's really hard to explain, but when you have to bring bigger things to prayer, like infertility, or death, or cancer... your faith just changes. And the more you have to ask, plead, BEG for that bigger thing to happen or stop happening, oddly, the closer you get to our loving Creator. In the process, you learn more about Him and more about yourself than you ever imagined. It seems backwards, but that's how it's worked for me. And I'm blessed because of it. (Fruits, I tell ya!)
The same goes for my relationship with John. Tough times can wreak havoc on a marriage, but by the grace of God, we have been blessed to actually see our love grow over the past year. My husband sure did take the "in sickness and in health" vow seriously. We've been by each others' side since day 1 of all this folderol and fiddle dee dee. And that's the best way to do it... together. Otherwise, this infertility would have broken me a long time ago. Like I said, I'm blessed.
Odds and Ends
And then there were random Fruits that just bring a smile to my face when I think about them. Though the last year has been childless and pregnant-less and adoption-less, it sure has had its shining moments...
If I'm being honest, I thought for sure after I wrote that first post, we'd be pregnant in no time. I had grand plans of turning this sucker into a Catholic mommy blog the moment I held a positive pregnancy test in my hands.
Well, Ha. Ha. HA. God sure is laughing. I guess that's what happens when I try to be in charge.
While I'm not exactly thrilled to still be childless, I am pretty cool with how a year of blogging has turned out. It's great to look back on the little accomplishments, the places we've gone, how much we've grown, and how life has changed for the better. It's not what I would have planned for myself, but some really great stuff has happened in the meantime, so I'll roll with it.
THANKS AGAIN for being with me through it all!!
A year of blogging. CHECK. Now let's see what this next one brings...
But first, this needs to start with a huge thank you. THANK YOU, my lovely readers (family and friends included), for following me on this crazy journey. You are my strength through the tough times, my cheerleaders when it's time to celebrate, and a great support through it all. I love this little community we have here; it keeps me going when things get blah or ugly. So, THANK YOU with all of my heart. You're all awesome.
Ok, now on to the reflectifying.
Would you believe it... a lot has changed in a year! We still aren't parents like we thought we'd be, so I guess not that much has changed. But I see some serious Fruits from the past year. Allow me to talk about them...
Adoption
Adoption was hardly on the radar when I wrote that first post last year. And now it seems like it's the only thing on my radar. So, that's pretty cool. It's kind of an accomplishment getting all that home study paperwork done and such. And keeping sane while we wait for the agency to call. I'd say overall adoption has been a step in the right direction. Huzzah! Fruits!Infertility Treatment
We know a little more regarding our infertility, mostly because I was a brave little toaster and had a laparoscopy back in September. Dr. G found a mild case of endometriosis hanging out in there. We already knew about low pre-peak estradiol and infection (endometritis), but endometriosis was definitly news to us, especially since I don't really have any symptoms, aside from, you know, infertility.
As for medications, I'm currently on Clomid for an estradiol boost, sustained release B6 for mucus production, Biaxin every cycle to treat that pesky infection, and HCG injections 'cause they're cool. I'm seeing our NaPro doc again this cycle to follow-up since we're still not pregnant, so I imagine more tests and/or meds are in my future.
I have to be honest, I'm not thrilled that we're still having to figure this infertility thing out. I'm glad we have a general idea of what's wrong, but I feel like we're still miles and years away from fixing it, if ever. So, while we've learned a bit in the last year and tried a few medications, and that's good because we can check things of the list now (Fruits!), I can't help feeling like we're only inches ahead of where we were last year. But that's probably CD3 Stephanie talking.
Lots of Travel
We've done the heck out of some traveling in the past 365 days. I suppose we're just trying to shake off that travel bug before a baby arrives. Oh, who are we kidding? I'm totally going to wear that baby everywhere we go, so I imagine traveling will still be in our future. But if not, it'll be fun to look back on all the places we went pre-babe...
Nashville for our 2nd anniversary
Johnson City, TN (8 hours away) for my sister-in-law's wedding
Hot Springs, Arkansas to get away after a very bad day
Johnson City, TN again to be with John's family for Christmas
Nashville again to hear the premiere of Ben Folds's Piano Concerto
St. Louis for the Empowered to Connect adoption/foster conference
Rhode Island to visit my family and meet our new nephew
Toledo, OH on a youth ministry mission trip
And New York City to explore and visit family
Whew! We've been places! It's just nice to get away from every-day infertile life in Memphis, so time away is always majorly enjoyed. We can relax and be ourselves for a while (more Fruit!), without all the work and doctors appointments and stress and such. Good times.
An Increase in Faith & Love
Nothing quite rocks your world like infertility, at least in my opinion, because my world has been severely rocked. There are certainly days where I'm a little ticked at the Man upstairs and a little snippity with my dear husband, but overall, faith and love have grown.
I think about how small my problems pre-IF were... someone annoying me at work, a friend being dishonest or distant, my husband leaving the shower curtain open. While they all still drive me bonkers, they're the small potatoes of life now compared to IF. And I think about how those small potatoes used to be the stuff of my prayers. They were the regular requests I brought before God.
It's really hard to explain, but when you have to bring bigger things to prayer, like infertility, or death, or cancer... your faith just changes. And the more you have to ask, plead, BEG for that bigger thing to happen or stop happening, oddly, the closer you get to our loving Creator. In the process, you learn more about Him and more about yourself than you ever imagined. It seems backwards, but that's how it's worked for me. And I'm blessed because of it. (Fruits, I tell ya!)
The same goes for my relationship with John. Tough times can wreak havoc on a marriage, but by the grace of God, we have been blessed to actually see our love grow over the past year. My husband sure did take the "in sickness and in health" vow seriously. We've been by each others' side since day 1 of all this folderol and fiddle dee dee. And that's the best way to do it... together. Otherwise, this infertility would have broken me a long time ago. Like I said, I'm blessed.
Odds and Ends
And then there were random Fruits that just bring a smile to my face when I think about them. Though the last year has been childless and pregnant-less and adoption-less, it sure has had its shining moments...
I threw my husband a stellar surprise birthday party.
I turned 27 and did a bunch of cool things around town.
I tried to be a fashion blogger and you all supported it/encouraged the behavior.
I started a link-up about the Little Happy things in life and you joined in!
I co-wrote a post with Lisa about adoption and pregnancy and how they're similar.
We got excited and announced our plans to adopt all over the internet.
And we looked really cute through it all...
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| (I post this so I can remember what we looked like in July 2014, pre-kiddos.) |
If I'm being honest, I thought for sure after I wrote that first post, we'd be pregnant in no time. I had grand plans of turning this sucker into a Catholic mommy blog the moment I held a positive pregnancy test in my hands.
Well, Ha. Ha. HA. God sure is laughing. I guess that's what happens when I try to be in charge.
While I'm not exactly thrilled to still be childless, I am pretty cool with how a year of blogging has turned out. It's great to look back on the little accomplishments, the places we've gone, how much we've grown, and how life has changed for the better. It's not what I would have planned for myself, but some really great stuff has happened in the meantime, so I'll roll with it.
THANKS AGAIN for being with me through it all!!
A year of blogging. CHECK. Now let's see what this next one brings...
Thursday, June 12, 2014
How We Announced Our Adoption Plans to the Interwebs
Things were getting pretty serious with our adoption agency. We had just found out there were only 3 other families in their waiting pool and our profile was soon to be shown to a birthmom. So, we felt it was probably time to let the cat out of the bag and announce to the interworld that we we're "pregnant on paper."
I knew I wanted the announcement to be creative and cute because, well, all them pregnant ladies get to make cute announcements all the time, so why shouldn't we?
I turned to my creative best friend, Google, for inspiration and googled "adoption announcement." Lo and behold, there were a ton of pretty cute options. Wayyy more creative than what I would have come up with on my own. Thank you, Googs!
I spotted one that I absolutely loved and then got to work buying the supplies, finding a friend to take the pictures (thanks again, Rachel!), and convincing husband it was the right time to blast our news.
Here's what we posted:
We're nearly BURSTING with excitement to share this news with all of you...
I love that we got to play with our internet friends by making them think for a sec that the second balloon was going to say "expecting." But nope!! GOTCHA! We're adopting. Didn't see that coming now did ya, internet?
While I still hope that we get to make a fun pregnancy announcement someday, I really enjoyed announcing our adoption, mostly because it's pretty darn rare. For approximately every 1,000 pregnancy announcements, there's probably 1 adoption announcement, if that. (Btw, I made up those numbers.) So, it was kinda neat to be a part of something so different, so foreign to so many folks. I definitely felt special.
And the response was overwhelmingly loving and positive. So many likes, so many messages of congrats, even a few private messages from friends who are considering adoption or struggling with infertility and looking for support. Sometimes, the internet is a really awesome place. :)
As for current adoption news, we really don't have much going on right now.
I called our agency last week to tell them we took our newborn parenting class so they could mark it off on our file. The last official CHECK on our "getting ready for adoption" list!!
Then we chatted for a bit about how "ready" we are for baby. They know that we have tons of baby gear and are reading up on all things adoption related whenever we get the chance. I think I told the director of our agency "We're ready!" about 80 times over the course of a 5 minute phone call. Oops. Can you tell I'm a bit eager?
Instead of asking, "So, are you working with any birthmothers right now?" I chickened out and didn't mention it at all. I was too afraid of the answer. If she had said "no" it would have just broken my impatient heart in two right then and there. So, I really have no idea how soon things will happen.
Actually, even if I had asked and she had said "no", there's always a chance that a birthmom will contact the agency from the hospital after the baby's born, ready to make an adoption plan. Boy, would that be the fast track!
So, who knows what our story will be! We're just going to keep distracting ourselves with awesome summer plans and hope that we're so busy with fun that we hardly notice the time passing.
And then one day, probably on the day we least expect it, we'll get that call from our agency and finally get to call ourselves Mom & Dad. BOOM. Just like that! Childless one day, parents the next. Gosh, adoption is a wild ride, don't ya think?
Saturday, June 7, 2014
While We Waited, Part 1
I'm pretty sure "Hurry up and wait" is the official motto of adoption. After all the rush of the paperwork, doctors appointments, meetings, and a home inspection, it's just time to sit back, relax, and wait wait wait for that life-changing phone call. It can be pretty tough at times, not knowing when your life will absolutely 100% change in a matter of seconds. So, I'm starting this series, While We Waited, to write about the emotional roller that is waiting in adoption, the things we do to prep for our little one, and our life in general leading up to the day that changes it all. Let's hope I don't have to write too many of these. :) This first one was written as a letter to our future child.
Dearest little one,
We're ready to meet you!
Are you almost ready to meet us? Or do you still need more time to grow in birthmom's belly? Or perhaps you haven't even been conceived yet! We may be waiting a while yet. But, sweet child, we don't care. We'll wait as long as we need to for you. You're worth it. We're just a bit excited, is all.
Just last week, we talked to our adoption agency and told them all about the stuff we have just waiting for you to use...
A beautiful crib, all set up with a plushy matress and special matress pad so your little leaks in the night don't make a big mess. We covered it all with adorable gray chevron sheets because Mom loves chevron.
Your apple-red car seat, an extra car seat base for Dad's car, and an adapter for the stroller we have our hearts set on.
Glass bottles and a little bit of formula, plus an offer from a good friend that would like to gift us her extra breast milk. You sure are loved, baby.
A few toys that I can see you playing with, eyes big and bright, with a gummy smile on your face. (Or maybe that was a gas smile. Oh, who cares? It was cute!)
A swaddly thing that I'm not exactly sure how to use, nor am I certain that you're going to like it, but we're more than willing to give it a try. Especially if it'll help you slumber sweetly.
Books on books on books about how to raise you right. We just want to be the best possible Mom and Dad for you. And we're nerds, so research is necessary.
A few disposal diapers that will hopefully last through the first few days. We're afraid we'd be taking on too much with cloth diapering from day one, so we hope your bummy doesn't mind. We promise to find the most comfortable stuff for your tush once your tush is out in this world.
Blankets and mini outfits that family and friends have lovingly bought for you and are excited to see you wear. I can't wait to bundle you up in all of it either.
While we pretty much have all the essentials, we don't really have a nursery set up for you at this point. Sorry about that. That would just be too much on Mommy's heart right now, too hard for me to paint and decorate without knowing how long it'll be before we meet you, and too hard to see it go unused for a while.
For now, all of your goodies are in our guest bedroom, where Dad also has his desk and we keep a big bed for guests to stay. (We love when our guests ask about your crib and we get to tell them all about you.) I promise we'll move most of that stuff out of there once you get here, though. You'll be the prince or princess of that little room once you're home and that's a guarantee.
We're not sure if you're a boy or girl yet, so we're looking forward to that surprise. I may be totally wrong, but I just have this sneaking suspicion you're going to be a boy. Call it my adoptive mama intuition if you will, but something is just telling me to buy blue blue BLUE! However, we'd also be very excited to go crazy buying pink and headbands and tutu skirts. So, no pressure on the gender thing, little one. You just be you.
At this point, your Dad is the calm one and I'm the trying-to-be-calm-and-sometimes-failing-but-mostly-succeeding one. Most days I keep myself distracted with work or movies or adventuring with Dad, but sometimes I just stare at the phone, hoping my loving gaze will force it to ring that special ringtone I set just for our adoption agency. (It sounds like peaceful, distant chimes.) That way, when it does ring just my normal ring tone, I'm able to prevent my heart from jumping up into my throat as I check the caller ID on my phone. If it's not the chimes, it's not worth getting excited over. I'm smart like that sometimes.
When I called the agency last week to tell them about the newborn parenting class we took (to learn all about you!), they didn't seem to know about you yet, so we feel like we'll probably be waiting a while longer. It bummed me out for a bit, realizing that we may be stuck in waiting land for a while, but only because I already know how cool you are and I just can't wait to hang out with you. I promise I'm really good at cuddling.
Listen, kiddo: We love you to infinity and beyond and that's what's making this waiting game particularly hard right now. No need to worry too much, though. Your Mom and Dad are pretty smitten with each other, so the love we share will keep us full while we wait for your arrival.
Until then, keep growing!
We just can't wait to meet you!
With all my heart,
Mama
Dearest little one,
We're ready to meet you!
Are you almost ready to meet us? Or do you still need more time to grow in birthmom's belly? Or perhaps you haven't even been conceived yet! We may be waiting a while yet. But, sweet child, we don't care. We'll wait as long as we need to for you. You're worth it. We're just a bit excited, is all.
Just last week, we talked to our adoption agency and told them all about the stuff we have just waiting for you to use...
A beautiful crib, all set up with a plushy matress and special matress pad so your little leaks in the night don't make a big mess. We covered it all with adorable gray chevron sheets because Mom loves chevron.
Your apple-red car seat, an extra car seat base for Dad's car, and an adapter for the stroller we have our hearts set on.
Glass bottles and a little bit of formula, plus an offer from a good friend that would like to gift us her extra breast milk. You sure are loved, baby.
A few toys that I can see you playing with, eyes big and bright, with a gummy smile on your face. (Or maybe that was a gas smile. Oh, who cares? It was cute!)
A swaddly thing that I'm not exactly sure how to use, nor am I certain that you're going to like it, but we're more than willing to give it a try. Especially if it'll help you slumber sweetly.
Books on books on books about how to raise you right. We just want to be the best possible Mom and Dad for you. And we're nerds, so research is necessary.
A few disposal diapers that will hopefully last through the first few days. We're afraid we'd be taking on too much with cloth diapering from day one, so we hope your bummy doesn't mind. We promise to find the most comfortable stuff for your tush once your tush is out in this world.
Blankets and mini outfits that family and friends have lovingly bought for you and are excited to see you wear. I can't wait to bundle you up in all of it either.
While we pretty much have all the essentials, we don't really have a nursery set up for you at this point. Sorry about that. That would just be too much on Mommy's heart right now, too hard for me to paint and decorate without knowing how long it'll be before we meet you, and too hard to see it go unused for a while.
For now, all of your goodies are in our guest bedroom, where Dad also has his desk and we keep a big bed for guests to stay. (We love when our guests ask about your crib and we get to tell them all about you.) I promise we'll move most of that stuff out of there once you get here, though. You'll be the prince or princess of that little room once you're home and that's a guarantee.
We're not sure if you're a boy or girl yet, so we're looking forward to that surprise. I may be totally wrong, but I just have this sneaking suspicion you're going to be a boy. Call it my adoptive mama intuition if you will, but something is just telling me to buy blue blue BLUE! However, we'd also be very excited to go crazy buying pink and headbands and tutu skirts. So, no pressure on the gender thing, little one. You just be you.
At this point, your Dad is the calm one and I'm the trying-to-be-calm-and-sometimes-failing-but-mostly-succeeding one. Most days I keep myself distracted with work or movies or adventuring with Dad, but sometimes I just stare at the phone, hoping my loving gaze will force it to ring that special ringtone I set just for our adoption agency. (It sounds like peaceful, distant chimes.) That way, when it does ring just my normal ring tone, I'm able to prevent my heart from jumping up into my throat as I check the caller ID on my phone. If it's not the chimes, it's not worth getting excited over. I'm smart like that sometimes.
When I called the agency last week to tell them about the newborn parenting class we took (to learn all about you!), they didn't seem to know about you yet, so we feel like we'll probably be waiting a while longer. It bummed me out for a bit, realizing that we may be stuck in waiting land for a while, but only because I already know how cool you are and I just can't wait to hang out with you. I promise I'm really good at cuddling.
Listen, kiddo: We love you to infinity and beyond and that's what's making this waiting game particularly hard right now. No need to worry too much, though. Your Mom and Dad are pretty smitten with each other, so the love we share will keep us full while we wait for your arrival.
Until then, keep growing!
We just can't wait to meet you!
With all my heart,
Mama
Sunday, June 1, 2014
8 Ways in Which Adoption and Pregnancy are Similar
It's easy to think there are huge differences between becoming a parent through conception and becoming a parent through adoption. The big obvious one is that women who can get pregnant carry their child with them for nine months, something adoptive mamas don't experience. Some people will even go so far as to say that adoptive parents aren't 100% parent because they haven't experienced the physical and emotional pains of a pregnancy. In their opinion, only pregnancy turns a woman into a real mom. But are we really all that different? Are our journeys that unalike?
Sure, we didn't carry that little one around with us for nine months, but we do still have lots in common. We at least experience many of the same feelings of excitement, freak-outedness, disappointment, heartache, impatience, and joy, just to name a few. Ok, so maybe our hormones aren't making us cry over the latest episode of The View or causing a serious banana split craving at two in the morning, but many of the emotions are identical.
To prove our point, I teamed up with Lisa from Little Moments to write this post about how surprisingly similar the domestic adoption process and pregnancy really are. Even though we are a bit more familiar with adoption, we know enough about TTC (trying to conceive) and all the pregnancy stuff our friends and family members have experienced that we think we know what we're talking about. :)
And now we present to you 8 ways in which domestic adoption and pregnancy are similar:
Deciding to show your profile // Deciding to try to get pregnant -- Stephanie
The moment you give your adoption agency the YES to show your profile, the whole game changes. You go from thinking, "Yeah, we'll be parents someday," to, "Yikes, we could be parents so soon!" It's a big shift and I remember feeling the same way when John and I decided it was time for us to start trying to get pregnant. In both situations, there's tons of excitement, a few fears here and there, and lots of nerves overall. In adoption you worry about things like, "Will this birthmom and baby be 'the one'? Will anyone ever like our profile? If she does pick us, will she stick with her plan?" When you're trying to get pregnant, your worries are more like, "Will this cycle be 'the one'? Will we ever get pregnant? If we do get pregnant, will our little one stick?" While the questions are slightly different, the feelings are absolutely the same. It's the moment you go from, "We're not quite ready to be parents," to, "LET'S DO THIS!" and that's quite an exciting, super-scary, life-altering jump.
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| The cover of our adoption profile |
Waiting to hear back from your agency while your profile is being shown // The two week wait -- Stephanie
If you've ever tried to get pregnant, you know about that dreaded two week wait, those two weeks between ovulation and when you'd normally get your period, when you aren't sure if you're pregnant but are so hopeful you are. During the adoption process, after you decide to go ahead and show your profile to a birthmom, you experience quite the wait too. While the wait to hear back from your agency may not take exactly two weeks, the feelings of impatience and the constant day dreaming of what your future will be like with this possible child are absolutely just as present. It's also easy to waiver between extreme hope and utter despair, from, "This must be it!" to "This will never happen for us," in a matter of minutes. Oh, the waiting. Both trying to get pregnant and trying to adopt can have plenty of waiting involved, for sure. It's probably God's way of teaching us all patience, 'cause He knows we'll need it once those kiddos do come along.
Finding out you didn't match // Getting your period -- Stephanie
When you get the call from your agency that you didn't match with the birthmom and baby, it's very similar to the disappointment you feel when holding a negative pregnancy test in your hand or experiencing another cycle day 1. It's just one big bummer, one big case of dreams deferred yet again. I've had many ugly cries over getting my period and I've also had a bunch over not matching with a little guy we were almost sure we'd match with. "Why am I such a failure?" and, "Why is this happening to us?" are common thoughts in both adoption and TTC, especially when things don't work out the way you think they're going to. Yet, in both situations, you have to continue to find hope, even when it's the last thing you want to do. We pick ourselves back up, rely on family and friends to carry us through, and hold our heads mostly high as we try for another cycle or show our profiles once again. It's what makes all us infertiles and all us waiting-to-adopters even stronger than we could ever imagine.
Finding out you did match // Getting a BFP! -- Lisa
Whether you are sitting waiting for that little plus sign on a pregnancy test or jumping every time the phone rings, nothing quite compares to the news that you are officially anticipating the arrival of your child. When we found out we were in a match, I seriously needed to be scraped off the ceiling. No matter how much I would tell myself not to get too excited, I would find myself planning the next year of my life with a little one in tow. I can still clearly remember myself pacing the room as I spoke with our counselor, getting all the information. My hands were shaking, my heart pounding, and thoughts were racing through my head. It really doesn't matter whether you physically become pregnant or you are matched with a child, that initial excitement, jitters, and feelings of your stomach lifting up into your chest is such an incredible high.
Adoption anxiety // Morning sickness and cravings -- Stephanie
When we were waiting to hear from our agency about a potential match, I experienced some serious anxiety. It was so bad I could feel it in my throat. Have you ever experienced that kind of anxiety? It's the kind that makes you feel like your heart could just explode at any second. The kind that makes it nearly impossible to eat anything. The kind that makes your mind race, your stomach turn, your heart beat way too fast. It doesn't feel good at all. While I've never experienced morning sickness or pregnancy cravings, and I'm sure they're probably a bit worse than the anxiety I felt, it was still a very physical pain that I couldn't control. I've never been that much of a ball of nerves in my entire life! The only relief for me was finally hearing from our agency. Even though it wasn't the news we wanted to hear, it was still a relief to have an answer, to have a clearer picture for our future. As for cravings and morning sickness, sometimes the only relief is getting past a certain point in the pregnancy or delivering that baby. In both adoption and pregnancy, I'm sure all of us future-parents would agree: the physical pain that can accompany the waiting (or baby growing) is just plane lame, but in the end, worth it! More on that later, though.
Meeting the birth parents // Your first ultrasound -- Lisa
I would compare a match meeting (meeting the birth parent(s)) to going in for an ultrasound. In fact, sometimes this may be a time that you get to see an ultrasound picture. This is the point when everything becomes real. Just like I'm sure it can be hard to believe you are pregnant before showing and before hearing that little heartbeat, I feel like a match doesn't really feel like it's actually happening until there is a face to the name on all that paperwork. It's so easy in adoption to start to envision the worst case scenario. "Maybe they won't like us when they actually meet us. What if I say the wrong thing and everything goes horribly wrong? What if they change their minds and we lose the possibility of bringing home our little one? What if the situation is scarier either medically or through circumstances than we expected?" Those are just a few of the millions of fears that have danced through my head before a match meeting.
BUT just like that moment of hearing a healthy heartbeat, a successful match meeting brings all that excitement back again. For me, these experiences have been love at first sight. Just hearing about the baby through the initial presentation of information brings about that automatic mother's love in me. I have also experienced a similar feeling in my relationship with the birth parents. We have been blessed to really connect with the birth parents we have been matched with, especially Nate's birthmom. I feel like we have that common bond of a mother's love, and as a woman I feel like we can truly appreciate the incredible gift and sacrifice this woman is making. For us, match meetings have been very positive experiences that have eased our fears and connected us to our child in a very special way, very much like an ultrasound would in a pregnancy.
Grief in adoption // Grief in pregnancy -- Lisa
One thing that I never really thought about going into adoption was the potential of a loss. Yes, I knew that an adoption could fall through, but I figured that chances of it happening were pretty slim. Unfortunately, that's not the case. In adoption, there can be several different instances in which we experience loss, whether it is through not being chosen by a birth parent or a birth parent choosing to parent.
Stephanie and I were a bit hesitant on how to approach the topic of loss since it is such an emotional and personal experience. Sadly, we can experience losses through both pregnancy and adoption. Those losses are unique, but they are losses. Most if not all mothers, no matter how they are expecting, fear these losses. For me, it was my absolute worst fear, to experience what our agency calls a "change of heart" in which the birth parents choose to parent their child. Even though we do not experience the physical presence of our child in the womb, there is immediately an emotional presence. No matter how much an agency does to prepare you, it still hits you like a brick.
Unfortunately, I feel like many of these losses through miscarriage or adoption loss still aren't really talked about. For me, I felt like it was very much a silent struggle. I felt like I could be upset, but shouldn't be for very long. I don't want to directly compare a pregnancy loss to an adoption loss because each is unique for every person and situation. I just think it's important that we recognize the gravity of these losses. These children are imprinted on our hearts whether we knew them only in our hearts, carried them for a short time, or held them in our arms. For me, I'm past the grief. It doesn't impact my love for my sweet son by any means, but I will always have a little place in my heart for that sweet little baby who was almost physically ours.
Forgetting all the pain of the adoption process // Forgetting all the pain of childbirth the moment you hold your forever baby in your arms -- Lisa
I always hear mothers talk about how they forgot about the intensity of the pain of childbirth once their child is in their arms. The love for your child just kind of takes over and wipes away the memory of the awful pain. The beautiful thing about adoption is that the same phenomenon happens. No, you don't entirely forget the pain of the wait (and don't particularly look forward to it again in the future), but suddenly it all was worth it. Every last tear I cried and moment of prayer begging on my knees was just a small sacrifice for this little one. The pain of not being matched, an adoption falling through, and months of hearing not a single thing immediately subsided when I laid eyes on my sweet little boy. Being with him brings me so much joy, and joy that overshadows all the pain on the road to get here. And that is why going in again for another adoption journey doesn't sound so bad. In fact, it sounds like a great idea!
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| Lisa and Dan right before they brought Nathan home from the hospital. |
We hope that after reading this post, all you adoptive or future-adoptive parents now feel as though you can reclaim some of the stuff we sometimes feel we missed out on by not being able to conceive or carry our child. And if you're a parent who only knows parenthood through conception, we hope this post has shown how our different paths to parenthood are actually alike in many ways. May we all be blessed by the joys of parenthood and always find support in one another.
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Lisa is a newly adoptive mama of sweet little Nathan and ridiculously blessed to be married to her husband, Dan. They currently live in the suburbs of Chicago. They enjoy spending time with close friends and family, playing board games, mini golfing, checking out new water parks when they travel, and now of course watching their little man grow. Check out Lisa's blog "Little Moments" to learn more about her adoption journey, reflections on adoption, and now learning the ropes as a Catholic mom.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
I Didn't Know "Open to Life" Would Be *This* Hard
Before we were married, and way before we knew infertility was going to be an issue, I had a pretty clear image of what it would mean to take our "open to life" vow seriously...
BabiesbabiesbabiesbabiesbabiesbabiesBABIES!
No wait, that's what the rest of the (non-Catholic) world thinks "open to life" means.
After equipping myself with the knowledge of this awesome science called the Creighton Model and getting the hang of the Church's teaching on Natural Family Planning (NFP), my image was a little more like...
Get married.
Avoid pregnancy using NFP for a year.
Baby.
Avoid pregnancy using NFP for another year.
Baby.
Avoid pregnancy using NFP for a year or two.
Baby.
Avoid pregnancy using NFP for another few years.
Last baby.
Lots of avoiding pregnancy using NFP in my late 30s and all of my 40s until...
Menopause.
... all the while discerning at each step along the way if we really had grave reasons to avoid or postpone pregnancy. It definitely seemed like it would be hard at times, but I was up for the challenge.
And all that probably sounds like what you'd expect of your typical fertile Catholic wanting a larger family and excited about embracing the Church's "open to life" teaching.
I also imagined "open to life" would mean...
Lots of sleepless nights.
Wrinkes and gray hairs and a saggy stomach.
No more vacations for a while.
No more casual hang outs with friends for a while.
Spending approximately $1,000,000 on groceries per month.
A slave to my washer and dryer for the rest of my life.
Getting into serious debates about [insert commonly debated baby thing here] with other moms all the time.
Never being able to poop or shower in private.
Having my ears attacked by cheesy kids tunes and cheesy kids movies all day long.
Cheerios all over my car.
Cheerios all over my house.
Cheerios all over my life.
Multitasking like a mad woman.
Acting as a mediator between fighting children.
Contantly worring about my children for any and every reason imaginable.
Desperately pleading with God for NFP to work so we can avoid having yet another one right now.
Spending all our savings sending our kids off to Catholic school or college or getting them married.
Becoming a teacher, maid, chef, role model, parent, and saint, all in one.
Gosh, that sounds like A LOT. It would definitely not be easy to be that selfless for so many baby-growing, child-raising, teen-shaping years. What you are doing is hard, reeeeally hard. So, to those of you in the trenches -- I salute you! And look up to you! And am in awe of all you do.
But, I'm also extremely jealous.
Yes, that's right. Jealous.
You may think I'm entirely crazy, completely out-of-my-mind nuts for being jealous of what you do. But it's the honest truth. As I sit here typing this, right here and now, I'm BEGGING God to give me all those challenges of parenthood. BEGGING Him.
Because at this point in my life, "open to life" doesn't look the same way for me as it does for you. Not at all. Sure, I get to be intimate with my husband whenever I want without having to worry about conceiving "at the wrong time." Sure, I get to pick up and go on vacations or go out with friends at the drop of a hat. Sure, my car and house and life are devoid of Cheerios. But I'd trade all of that, and way more, for everything you have, easy.
When I reflect on what I used to think "open to life" looks like, at first it seems like I'm not really living that vow at all. But the reality is "open to life" just takes on a whole new meaning when you're struggling through infertility.
If you've ever....
Sought the best doctors to get answers about your infertility...
Had very invasive treatments and surgeries involving your "private parts"...
Tried several different medications (that often make you crazy) to heal your broken, infertile body...
Changed your diet to increase your odds of conception...
Timed intercourse cycle after cycle to catch that perfect moment...
Done everything in your human power to conceive a child...
Opened your heart to the roller coaster of adoption...
Let go of your dreams of having your children look like the perfect mix of you and your spouse...
Filled your home with baby items before any indication that a baby is coming your way...
Put yourself out there to be possibly "rejected" by a birthmom...
Chosen to go forward with an adoption, even when you knew it was a risky situation...
Opened your home to a child from a hard place...
Let go of all you thought parenting would be so that you could be the perfect parent for your adopted child...
Found other ways to using your mothering skills...
Ministered to the needs of the poor, hungry, dying, marginalized, hospitalized...
Become a spiritual mother to those around you...
Celebrated the pregnancy, birth, and adoption announcements of everyone around you, because you really are happy about new life! (while inside your heart is breaking and a good ugly cry is about to pour out)...
Woken up still saying YES to every day, even though you know it'll be another childless one.
... then you're absolutely, positively "open to life" too. Even without a bunch of babies to show for it. We may not look "open to life" to that random stranger, but we know in our hearts we are. None of this would hurt so much if we didn't say YES to LIFE with all that we have, every single moment of every single day. You're in the trenches too, my friend, just not the same trenches you thought you'd be in.
I used to think "open to life" meant having lots and lots of babies, whenever God wanted us to, and I knew that had the potential to be challenging. But my "openness to life" isn't like that at all. It's far different than what I imagined it would be.
Is one harder than the other? I'm obviously not sure. I don't know what it's like to be a mom yet. But if I had to guess, based on who I am and how I feel today, I'd rather be struggling to keep up with all my babies than have no babies at all. I'd also guess that most folks would feel that way too.
While we don't lack sleep or free time or money, we lack something much bigger, much more meaningful... We lack the ability to co-create life. We lack the love in our hearts that only a parent knows. We lack a very special kind of joy.
What I know most of all is this: when being "open to life" with all that you have doesn't actually result in a creating new life, it hurts a lot.
My prayers are with all of you who are "open to life" in this non-traditional, unexpected way. You're beautiful, you're strong, and your life is full of meaning, even without 10 kids in tow.
Father, your will be done. We are open to life, but most importantly we are open to you, the Author of Life. Take our lives and let them be whatever you desire for us, wherever that may lead. And let us feel at peace through it all. Amen.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Discerning Transracial Adoption
First comes infertility.
Then comes discerning whether or not to adopt.
Then comes:
To transracially adopt or not to transracially adopt?
When John and I first set out on our adoption journey, we were pretty unsure about transracial adoption.
By the way, when I say "transracial adoption," I'm talking about specifically about White parents adopting Black children. While transracial is defined as "across or crossing racial boundaries," and this can cover tons of different combinations, the transracial adoption we've discerned only relates to us adopting a Black child.
Also, I mean no offense using the terms Black and White. I prefer to use Black over African American since a child of color may not have any connection to Africa. Also, I make it a point to capitalize both Black and White because it makes it more formal and respectful when you do it that way. Hope you don't mind!
Alright. Now that that's out of the way, let's get to the heart of it...
At first, John was actually a fair bit more open to transracial adoption than I was. We had discussed it a little bit, but I was just so scared of doing something so different that I basically ignored it as an option.
During one of our home study visits, I remember saying to our social worker, "Adopting a child of a different race just seems too... foreign to me." I think that was my polite way of saying "I'm uncomfortable." The honest truth was that I just hadn't given it much thought yet. Which I think happens to a lot of adopting couples. It's not that they couldn't adopt a child of another race. They just hadn't really given it much thought since it's not how "normal" families look.
And that's where I was about 5 months ago. Until one special day, when I received one ever-so-slight call from above. All it took was a moment downtown, realizing that all people, no matter their color or race, need love and care and Mommies and Daddies. Seeing the diverse crowd around me changed my heart. My eyes were opened.
That's really when our discernment process began.
Now that we're on the other side of our discernment and I can firmly say, "We're called to transracially adopt," I feel comfortable writing about this. But while we were still in the middle of processing, it was hard sharing these many feelings. No one wants to seem close-minded, or disrespectful, or even *gulp* racist. So I get it if you're feeling that way too. Lucky for you, there's hope yet! Be assured that as long as you go about this the right way, you are likely none of those things.
I hope you don't mind me sharing a few things we've found helpful while discerning transracial adoption. While we are not experts by any means, and will spend the rest of our lives becoming experts on this stuff, I have a few things to share that we have enjoyed discovering in our discernment process. If you have any points where we differ or have other observations, please feel free to chime in in the comments.
Think: what would Jesus do?
John and I recently went to a great talk about discernment. During this talk, the priest recommended this as the first step in any discernment process. Actually, he said it's more like: "Think: what did Jesus do?" Or basically, go grab a Bible and start reading! We've got many stories from Jesus' life to reference as prime examples of how to live a good life, so let's turn to them when we're trying to figure out what to do.
Ok, so here's where that gets complicated. Jesus never had children and he definitely didn't adopt. BUT, what I do know is that he loved children. This verse points directly to that:
"And people were bringing children to him that he might touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he became indignant and said to them, 'Let the children come to me; do not prevent them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Amen, I say to you, whoever does not accept the kingdom of God like a child will not enter it.' Then he embraced them and blessed them, placing his hands on them." Mark 10:13-16He loved them so much that he said the Kingdom of God belongs to them and then embraced and blessed them. That's some serious love he's showing those kiddos. And when I think, "Would race have changed the way he interacted with/loved those kids?" the answer is a loud and firm: "NO WAY!"
While it's not exactly the same as adopting, it's the best we've got from Jesus' life. We'll take that into consideration as we ponder the next points.
Talk to the experts.
Ask your agency to connect you with couples that have already adopted transracially. These folks have been great resources for us in our discernment. We've asked them several question including: If you could start all over again, would you still choose transracial adoption? What have been some of your biggest challenges? What hurtful comments have you heard from strangers? And so on. Every transracial adoptive family we've spoken to has been nothing but kind, and honestly, all of them are still very happy with their decision to transracially adopt. You won't trust me 'til you hear it for yourself, though. So call your agency today and ask them to help you make a connection.
Read the experts.
Some experts aren't available to meet up for chats at the nearby coffee house, but they have still some great books you can read. While I haven't finished an entire book about transracial adoption yet, two of the ones I'm reading through (and highly enjoying) are:
Come Rain or Shine: A White Parent's Guide to Adopting and Parenting Black Children by Rachel Garlinghouse
Does Anybody Else Look Like Me? A Parent's Guide to Raising Multicultural Children by Donna Jackson Nakazawa
The first book is specifically about White parents adopting Black children and all that that entails (from how to care for Black hair to how to incorporate elements of Black culture into your family). The second is written by a White mother who married a Japenese man and therefore has multicultural children. She interviews several multicultural families in the book, including adoptive families, so many of the points made, while not always directly related to adoption, are very helpful.
I also recommend the following blogs, written by mothers of transracial adoptive families:
Grace in My Heart
Isaiah 55:8-9
Small Things with Great Love
White Sugar, Brown Sugar (by the author of Come Rain or Shine)
Think about your family and friends.
This one hit hard when we first reflected on it, so don't be surprised if the same happens to you. I think it's normal.
Think about your family. If you had to summarize your whole family (including parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents), would you consider it White, Black, or mixed?
Now do the same for your friends. Are your friends mostly White, Black, or mixed?
These are the people your child will be spending the most time with, so it's important to consider what races will be represented when they're around their loved ones.
If you're like us, your family is all White and your friends are almost all White too. That worried us a bit at first, but what's most important to consider here is how accepting your family and friends (no matter their race) would be. While it's important that your child is not surrounded only by White people all the time, it's most important that they're surrounded by loving, accepting people.
So consider if there are members in your family who would (sadly) be racist or not accepting of your child. You would need to be willing to cut ties with this family member. I've heard from a few people that the family members or friends they're most worried about end up falling in love with their little one once they join the family, 'cause... who doesn't love a baby? But still, it's something to consider.
Think about your community.
The same applies to the community you live in. What is your neighborhood like? How about the schools you'd send your kids to? Your church? You want to make sure you'd be open to sending your children to schools that are diverse, attending Mass at a parish that is well mixed, even moving to a different neighborhood so that more races are represented. Your child needs to feel like they are a real part of their communities, and they're going to do that best in churches, schools, and neighborhoods where there are folks who share their race.
Think about how you'll handle negative (or positive) attention in public.
This was a big one for us. I'm an introvert. I don't really like interacting with strangers much and I certainly don't like being the center of attention. But realistically, adopting transracially will make you stand out. You will always be on display. You will not be able to hide the fact that your family was formed in a non-traditional way. (Unless, of course, most strangers assume you're the babysitter, which does happen to transracial adoptive families... but that's a story for another time.)
While I am not entirely comfortable with this prospect of extra attention on our family, I'm willing to do it for our child. That is something you must consider for yourself though. What would you say if someone said something offensive about your family? How would you feel always getting attention going out in public, even if that attention is mostly positive? What sorts of responses should you have ready for the personal questions folks are going to start asking? All worth pondering!
Answer this: Would you be open to a second transracial adoption?
I read this advice in Rachel Garlinghouse's book, Come Rain or Shine. If your first adopted child is Black, would you be open to adopting a second Black child? I assume, though I haven't exactly done great research here, that having two (or several) children of the same race in a family would be very helpful for both (or all) children. They would feel less alone in the challenges they'll encounter (e.g. growing up having parents of a different race) and be able to face their non-traditional worlds together. In my opinion, this would be one of the best things you could do for your transracially adopted child. So, ask yourself: If you are open to adopting transracially once, would you be open to it again after that? The answer here should be yes. While it may not be entirely in your control, you should still be open to it.
Really think about why you want to transracially adopt.
We were really blessed to find an adoption agency that does not charge different prices depending on the race of the child. This is becoming all too common with other adoption agencies and it makes me sad. Because Black and biracial children are less adoptable, agencies will lower their charges to make their adoptions more attractive. But folks, this is the wrong reason to adopt transracially! It's also wrong to consider adopting a Black child because the wait is shorter. I understand why both of these reasons are so tempting; a shorter wait and lower price tag sound great! But imagine what the child would think if they found out you adopted them because of those reasons. Instead, make sure your desire comes from a good place: wanting the best for that child. If you're sure that's it, then the lower costs and shorter wait will just become lovely little (but not necessary) bonuses.
Know that love is actually not enough.
So, many folks have said to me, "If you love that child like they're your own, it'll all turn out just fine." Have you heard this before? It makes me roll my eyes.
First of all, they will be "my own," so we can just crush that right now, thanks. And second, the old "all you need is love" adage is really, honestly, truly just not enough when it comes to transracial adoption. Sure, love is HUGELY important here, but you HAVE to be committed to do more than that.
For the rest of your life, you must be dedicated to learning about transracial adoption. You must be willing to research all the best tips and advice for raising a well-adjusted transracially adopted child. You must be committed to spending every step of the way continuing to read the experts, finding support in the right people, including Black role models in your child's life, and finding the best communities for your child to flourish in. You could definitely chalk all that up to love, but I'm not sure it's what we traditionally refer to as "love." So be aware that your journey will be different and traditional love will not "just be enough."
Bring it to prayer.
This one goes without saying, right? Pray before you even start discerning, pray through the entire discernment process, and then pray once you think you've come to the right decision. Pray, pray, pray! With any hope, you will have a peace in your heart once you've truly made the right decision. If God is with you through the whole process, He won't steer you wrong.
To conclude, I must stress again that we are not experts, not by any means! In fact, we know we'll spend the rest of our lives trying to become experts on transracial adoption. This is all just the tip of the iceberg. I suppose that's all that discerning is -- smartly deciding whether or not it's alright to dive in. But once you dive in, it's a whole new world ahead of you, bringing with it lots of unknowns and curveballs along the way. I'm hoping that's part of the fun, though!
Also, please keep in mind that I have certainly not covered everything you need to discern here in this post. These are just the big points that came to my mind now, but I'm sure there was more to it for us and there'll be more to it for you too. If you have already discerned this and would like to add some important points to consider, I'm sure we'd all be happy to hear your input in the comments!
Transracial adoption seems like one beautiful, scary, loving, joyful, challenging, awesome, life-giving adventure. If you're starting to think the same, maybe it's meant for you too!
St. Joseph, pray for us!
Friday, April 25, 2014
Birthmom Chose...
... another family.
And we're pretty bummed.
Our agency was very kind through the "rejection" process. They even told us a few details about the adoptive family the birthmom ended up choosing, to let us know that it really wasn't anything wrong with us that made her choose otherwise.
The baby's future family already has children. He'll have siblings. They live on a farm. They homeschool.
This is obviously not us. And at first, that was very comforting. Our childless home in the city just wasn't a fit for birthmom and baby.
But the more I thought about it, the more bummed I got. What an unfair disadvantage we have! And out of our control! We would be just like that family with several kids, homeschooling and living on a farm, if we could just get pregnant or just adopt already. We've tried nearly everything in our power to make pregnancy happen, and now we're working really hard to make adoption happen. So overall, it just left me feeling more like a failure than ever.
We are not yet the family we want to be. And the family who is everything we want to be just got chosen to parent the baby we've always wanted.
Sigh.
Ok, so I'm being a bit dramatic. Maybe we don't quite want to live on a farm. But I do want several babes. And I've definitely given some thought to homeschooling. AND I wouldn't mind owning a few chickens.
Double sigh.
This whole experience just leaves me with a bunch of WHYs.
WHY did we even show our profile?
We told the agency we weren't going to really be ready until mid-June. So...
WHY did this "perfect" situation have to pop up?
We should have avoided hearing about this baby all-together. We should have just put our foot down and said: "No profile showing 'til mid-June!!"
WHY didn't God protect us from more heartache?
He already knows how much we've hurt in the past from all our failed cycles of TTC. Couldn't He have saved us from more heartache and just left this situation off our radar?
WHY do we never get a turn?
Are we going to be childless forever? Will we never get pregnant? Will we never be chosen? Will we never have our day of celebration and complete joy?
WHY did I let myself get so excited?
The agency was almost certain we'd be chosen. I could tell by what they said to us on the phone and through emails. My mother just knew this would be our little one. All of our friends and family were praying for us or thinking of us. We bought all the essentials. We just had a feeling we were finally going to have our day. And then...
WHY did she have to choose a family that already has children?
Ugh. Dagger to my already wounded heart.
WHY can't this just be easy?
I thought I had more control in adoption. I thought it would be less painful than TTC. Turns out I was wrong. This has just added to our sadness, anger, despair, doubt, hopelessness.
WHY must I find always find blessings in the most painful situations?
I just want to be a mom. Is that too much to ask?
Here are some more positive thoughts I'm having now, a few things I'm continuously telling myself so that I can feel better...
--That family the birthmom chose has definitely been waiting longer than us. Perhaps a very long time. It was just their turn. They are celebrating today. At least they have joy.
--Perhaps this little guy would have had challenges we couldn't have met. Or perhaps the adoption is going to get really complicated. I did ask God to place him with another family if it was going to be a hard ride. I'm clinging to the hope that us not getting this child was His was of protecting us. But I suppose we'll never know that.
--Other birthmoms will like that we don't already have children. Their little guy or girl will get lots of attention from us. And they'll like our home near the city. It'll mean that we are close to lots of museums and big parks and other fun family activities.
--Our friends and family have only been loving and supportive through this whole ride. I have leaned on many, especially John, since we found out yesterday. It's nice to know how many people truly care for us.
--I've learned how to better offer up my anxiety, stress, fear, sadness. Lots of you got prayers yesterday. Lots of you will continue to get prayers. I wish I could say they were selfless prayers, but they're not. They make me feel better. Thank you for letting me pray for you.
--This has all helped John to be more ready. We have not always been on the same page about adoption. I've always been the dreamer while he's been the one to bring me back to reality. He was very hesitant to show our profile. Attending the Empowered to Connect conference helped. Talking about where we see ourselves in 10 years helped too. And last night, after hearing that we were not chosen, he realized just how excited he had gotten, how ready he had felt. He was just as bummed as me. This "rejection" has helped him realize that he does really want adoption. And that's probably the best thing that's come out of all this.
So where do we go from here?
Well, we're back in the waiting pool. But instead of our agency having 3 other waiting families, now there are 2.
We now have time to take a newborn parenting class scheduled at our local hospital for the end of May. I was wondering how we'd get a chance to learn all those skills if we had matched with this baby due mid-May. So now I don't have to stress about that.
I think I'm going to take a trip home to see my family. We don't have to worry about staying put in Memphis anymore, so we might as well travel and see some loved ones before we do get matched.
I'm going to try to ignore the fact that we have a closet full of baby essentials and a crib set up in our spare room. It'll all get used soon, right?
And I'm going to keep trusting in God, as hard as that is for my human mind and heart to do. I'm going to trust that this little one really wasn't meant for us and that our day in the sun is coming soon. We will get to rejoice. We just have to keep remaining patient.
Sigh.
Mary Undoer of Knots, pray for us.
And we're pretty bummed.
Our agency was very kind through the "rejection" process. They even told us a few details about the adoptive family the birthmom ended up choosing, to let us know that it really wasn't anything wrong with us that made her choose otherwise.
The baby's future family already has children. He'll have siblings. They live on a farm. They homeschool.
This is obviously not us. And at first, that was very comforting. Our childless home in the city just wasn't a fit for birthmom and baby.
But the more I thought about it, the more bummed I got. What an unfair disadvantage we have! And out of our control! We would be just like that family with several kids, homeschooling and living on a farm, if we could just get pregnant or just adopt already. We've tried nearly everything in our power to make pregnancy happen, and now we're working really hard to make adoption happen. So overall, it just left me feeling more like a failure than ever.
We are not yet the family we want to be. And the family who is everything we want to be just got chosen to parent the baby we've always wanted.
Sigh.
Ok, so I'm being a bit dramatic. Maybe we don't quite want to live on a farm. But I do want several babes. And I've definitely given some thought to homeschooling. AND I wouldn't mind owning a few chickens.
Double sigh.
This whole experience just leaves me with a bunch of WHYs.
WHY did we even show our profile?
We told the agency we weren't going to really be ready until mid-June. So...
WHY did this "perfect" situation have to pop up?
We should have avoided hearing about this baby all-together. We should have just put our foot down and said: "No profile showing 'til mid-June!!"
WHY didn't God protect us from more heartache?
He already knows how much we've hurt in the past from all our failed cycles of TTC. Couldn't He have saved us from more heartache and just left this situation off our radar?
WHY do we never get a turn?
Are we going to be childless forever? Will we never get pregnant? Will we never be chosen? Will we never have our day of celebration and complete joy?
WHY did I let myself get so excited?
The agency was almost certain we'd be chosen. I could tell by what they said to us on the phone and through emails. My mother just knew this would be our little one. All of our friends and family were praying for us or thinking of us. We bought all the essentials. We just had a feeling we were finally going to have our day. And then...
WHY did she have to choose a family that already has children?
Ugh. Dagger to my already wounded heart.
WHY can't this just be easy?
I thought I had more control in adoption. I thought it would be less painful than TTC. Turns out I was wrong. This has just added to our sadness, anger, despair, doubt, hopelessness.
WHY must I find always find blessings in the most painful situations?
I just want to be a mom. Is that too much to ask?
Here are some more positive thoughts I'm having now, a few things I'm continuously telling myself so that I can feel better...
--That family the birthmom chose has definitely been waiting longer than us. Perhaps a very long time. It was just their turn. They are celebrating today. At least they have joy.
--Perhaps this little guy would have had challenges we couldn't have met. Or perhaps the adoption is going to get really complicated. I did ask God to place him with another family if it was going to be a hard ride. I'm clinging to the hope that us not getting this child was His was of protecting us. But I suppose we'll never know that.
--Other birthmoms will like that we don't already have children. Their little guy or girl will get lots of attention from us. And they'll like our home near the city. It'll mean that we are close to lots of museums and big parks and other fun family activities.
--Our friends and family have only been loving and supportive through this whole ride. I have leaned on many, especially John, since we found out yesterday. It's nice to know how many people truly care for us.
--I've learned how to better offer up my anxiety, stress, fear, sadness. Lots of you got prayers yesterday. Lots of you will continue to get prayers. I wish I could say they were selfless prayers, but they're not. They make me feel better. Thank you for letting me pray for you.
--This has all helped John to be more ready. We have not always been on the same page about adoption. I've always been the dreamer while he's been the one to bring me back to reality. He was very hesitant to show our profile. Attending the Empowered to Connect conference helped. Talking about where we see ourselves in 10 years helped too. And last night, after hearing that we were not chosen, he realized just how excited he had gotten, how ready he had felt. He was just as bummed as me. This "rejection" has helped him realize that he does really want adoption. And that's probably the best thing that's come out of all this.
So where do we go from here?
Well, we're back in the waiting pool. But instead of our agency having 3 other waiting families, now there are 2.
We now have time to take a newborn parenting class scheduled at our local hospital for the end of May. I was wondering how we'd get a chance to learn all those skills if we had matched with this baby due mid-May. So now I don't have to stress about that.
I think I'm going to take a trip home to see my family. We don't have to worry about staying put in Memphis anymore, so we might as well travel and see some loved ones before we do get matched.
I'm going to try to ignore the fact that we have a closet full of baby essentials and a crib set up in our spare room. It'll all get used soon, right?
And I'm going to keep trusting in God, as hard as that is for my human mind and heart to do. I'm going to trust that this little one really wasn't meant for us and that our day in the sun is coming soon. We will get to rejoice. We just have to keep remaining patient.
Sigh.
Mary Undoer of Knots, pray for us.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Little Happies -- 1,000th Day of Marriage!
Happy Monday, everyone!
This post was inspired by Amanda's Little Happies post last week, where she wrote about celebrating her 500th day of marriage. Soon after reading her post, I was curious. So I found a website that calculates this stuff for you, and wouldn't you know, John and I had been married 998 days! So I waited two days to say anything and surprised John with a message on our bathroom mirror, just like Amanda's husband did to surprise her! And the fun didn't stop there. The rest of the day had a few more awesome surprises, all that I chock up to God taking good care of us on our special 1,000th day. Here's what happened...
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Was it any of you? If so, THANK YOU!! Otherwise, it's just random folks who've found my blog through a google search. My second Stitch Fix post has over 350 views, which is more than double the views of my other popular posts, meaning I'm getting lots of random google search hits. So, thank you blog followers or internet strangers! Y'all just bought me a pretty dress or something fun from my next fix, which arrives May 1st, btw. You rock!
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--four--
Fact #1: I love you more with each day that passes. It's like a balloon that we put some more air in every day.
Fact #2: That balloon is three times the size of Jupiter (minimum).
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--six--
Alright, so this happened earlier in the day, but I saved the best 1,000th day goody for last!I talked to our adoption agency in the afternoon to let them know just how much we LOVED the Empowered to Connect adoption/foster conference we attended. I let the director know we'd still like to wait until mid-June for our profile to be shown to birthmoms, just so we can really be ready for baby, unless there's a baby that the agency really thinks is perfect for us.
That's when the director started telling me about a baby who would be perfect for us.
John and I chatted a long while about what that baby, AKA the baby we would not need to wait until mid-June to show our profile for, would look like during our 4-hour car ride home from the conference last weekend. This birthmom/baby the director told me about met every one of our criteria. EVERY ONE! It was almost as if God was listening to our "perfect baby" conversation and answering a prayer!!
I won't go into too many details to protect the birthmom and her little one, but it's a boy! Due mid-May (ahhhh!)! From what the agency can tell, she's had a very healthy pregnancy and is very certain about her adoption plan. The birthfather situation is not complicated, considered low risk.
John and I had a long discussion on our 1,000th night of marriage to decide if we really should show our profile. We talked lots about the way we see our life playing out over the next 10 years and decided 1 month is nothing in the grand scheme of things. So we're going to show our profile!!!!!
I'm trying not to get too excited or attached, because birthmom may not pick us, but I can't help it! Though, if this baby isn't meant for us, I have found a silver lining in all this -- if birthmom doesn't pick us, it means we get to go on our awesome mission trip with my youth group teens this summer. So that'll hopefully keep my spirits lifted if this doesn't work out. But still, SO EXCITING!
I'm not sure how long it'll take for us to know if we've been picked, but I imagine we'll hear within the next two weeks. Until then, would you mind praying for some special intentions? For the birthmom to continue to have a healthy pregnancy, for her to make the best choice for herself and her baby, and for us to either be truly ready if we get the yes (!!) or not too sad if this baby is not meant for us.
Also, please pray for all those discerning adoption, all those working on their homestudy, and all those in the waiting-for-baby stage. I feel like there are a bunch of bloggers out there currently in the adoption process, so let's shower them with prayers too!
Thank you, friends! Have a blessed Holy Week!
Friday, April 11, 2014
My Life was Changed by This Conference, Part 2
Empowered to Connect -- A Conference Review
Welcome back! I hope you enjoyed reading through some of our newly acquired knowledge yesterday. Are you starting to see why we thought this conference was so awesome?! Ok, maybe not yet, but I'm almost positive once you read these last four wisdom nuggets and then attend the conference yourself, you're going to be blown away. Just like me, you'll be saying," Dude, that conference changed my life!!"If you missed the first post and have no idea what I'm talking about, no need to stress! You can find it right here. Once you're caught up, come on back for the wrap up, which can be found by reading the words directly below these words. :)
"It's much more about me becoming his than him becoming mine."
This was one of my favorite quotes from the weekend. When thinking about his relationship with one of his adopted sons, Michael Monroe made the revelation that we, as parents, need to be flexible. We need to let go of what we thought parenting was going to be like and just be the child our parent needs. So what if you thought Johnny Jr. was supposed to be like x (x = genius, doctor, soccer player, movie star)? He's not! So redefine what a "Smith" looks like in your mind. Or in your case, change "Smith" to your own last name. And remember -- that kiddo's a part of your family now, so make sure the family evolves to embrace him, instead of forcing him to fit your family's specific mold.
"We learn how to parent from those who parent us."
This part of the conference just about blew my mind! Through studies done on 1-year-olds and their mothers back in the 80's, Dr. Purvis and company have determined four different types of attachment styles (secure, avoidant, ambivalent, and unresolved) between parents and children. The study went a little something like this:
Mother and 1-year-old child play together in a secluded room with toys. Within a few minutes, Mom leaves the room and baby is left alone to react. After 3 minutes of watching the child's reaction (or a shorter amount of time if baby is really sad), a stranger enters the room. The child/stranger interaction is observed. After several minutes, Mom returns and stranger leaves. Child's reaction to Mom returning is noted. Then later, Mom participates in a follow-up interview.
So what does a securely attached (aka connected) child look like? He cries a bit when Mom leaves, not too inconsolable, but still sad. When the stranger enters, baby keeps on crying a bit. When Mom returns, baby rushes over to Mom and holds her tight. That's a child that will likely have success in future relationships, and therefore, life. Secure attachment comes about when the mother meets all the child's needs: body, soul, and spirit.
The avoidant attached child does not cry at all when Mom leaves, continue playing with toys, and remains the same when Mom returns. Though, a heart monitor on the child shows majorly increased heart rates through the entire process of Mom leaving, stranger entering, and Mom returning. So the child really wanted to be connected, but Mom wasn't providing the right care to be securely attached. These mothers tend to only meet some of the child's body, soul, and spirit needs. Typically, avoidant moms make materialism a priority, while relationships are secondary and impoverished. (E.g. Mom gets mad when baby innocently scratches new furniture).
The ambivalent attached child cries inconsolably when Mom leaves the room, runs toward her when she returns, but still is not consoled by her affection and attempts to soothe and does not make eye contact or snuggle close. Ambivalent attachment occurs when Mom is passive-aggressive, giving off mixed signals to the child, sometimes present and sometimes not. This Mom might be overworked, have a drug or alcohol addiction, or a bad marriage.
Finally, the unresolved attached child acts very confused when Mom leaves, starts to run to Mom when she returns, only to turn the other way as soon as she gets close to Mom, and runs after the stranger when stranger leaves the room. Unresolved attachment (AKA disorganized attachment) occurs when Mom has a big unresolved trauma in her own past (abuse, neglect, death of a loved one, psychiatric disorders).
Avoident, ambivalent, and unresolved attached kiddos will likely struggle in relationships with others as they get older.
After the experiment, the mothers were interviewed and typically the way they answered the questions about their own mothers lined up with how their 1-year-olds reacted in the experiment. In other words, as the above quote says: "We learn how to parent from those who parent us." I suppose that makes a fair bit of sense, but how many of us are guilty of saying/thinking, "When I'm a parent, I will NEVER raise my kids the way my parents raised me!"?
(Ahem... Hi, Mom! I know you're reading. This is just a normal thing people say. Still love you!)
The point is this: you are most likely to parent the way you were raised, and connect to your child the same way your mother (or father) connected with you, even if you promised you'd never be like them.
Unless...
You're probably thinking, well, how do I break the mold if I wasn't thrilled with the way I was parented? Great question. First, you need to be more mindful -- be aware of the way you were parented and how it's affecting your parenting now. And second...
"You cannot lead a child to a place of healing if you do not know the way yourself."
The grief you experience will always be with you, everyday, as part of your timeline, making it linear. You will also experience and process your grief in different ways at different points in your life (e.g. infertility will hurt differently when you're 20 years old vs. when you're 40 years old), making grief developmentally dependent, or dependent on how your mind can process it at the time. And grief will come back to bite you in cyclical ways, for example, when Christmas comes around or the scent of Spring is in the air, reminding you of the suffering that happened during a Christmas or Spring long past. That makes grief/loss circular. It's no wonder our infertility grief (or any grief/loss, really) hurts so much!
Grief is a journey. Grief/loss doesn't go away overnight. It will, unfortunately always be with us. Our job, though, is to keep working through it. Keep processing. As the quote above says, we cannot lead our children through their healing if we haven't journeyed through our own healing ourselves. Notice, we don't need to get over our grief/loss. That's just not possible. It'll always be there. No, we just need to make sure we keep pushing forward on our journey toward healing. We need to be honest about our past so we can own our history. And once we can do that, we can help our kids through their own hurts and histories.
I say all this because it makes the point that even if you have some skeletons in your past, making it hard to securely attach to your child as discussed in the previous nugget, it's not the end for you. You are not defined by your past.
If you and your mother had an avoidant, ambivalent, or unresolved attachment, it's not too late for you and your own kids, even if your own kids are long grown. Take an honest look at where you stand now as a parent (or as a child -- how were you attached to your own parents?) and start processing. Be mindful. Only this will help to change your parenting and connections in the future.
"We're all made to be connected."
For an adopted newborn, this means making lots of eye contact, responding to every cry within the first 30-60 days of life, and plenty of skin-to-skin contact. For children adopted well after birth, this means giving them a voice to tell their story, helping them through sensory processing overloads or other behavioral issues, sometimes reverting to actually coddling them like a newborn to help them live the experiences of connectedness they never had. And keep in mind, none of this specifically applies to adopted/fostered children. The importance of connecting applies to every child, no matter their past.
The best way to summarize the weekend is with Dr. Purvis's own words: "Our children must see how precious they are in our eyes."And let your children know, "If it's in my power, I will move Heaven and Earth to meet your needs." Because if they know that to be true, then you're on your way to creating one happy family.
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Still with me down here? So that went on a little longer than I thought, and included wayyyy more details than I intended. But I'm pumped about this stuff! It gets me excited. It makes me want to tell the whole world. And it's pretty much because it all just makes so much sense.
So how did it change my life? Well, there are (very hopefully!) going to be children in my future, and with all this in mind, I know I'm going to have the right focus as a parent. Much better than what I would have come up with on my own. My future is changed because I'll now be much more mindful of the connections I'm making with my children. Connection is key, so I'm going to strive to do it right! And my overall takeaway is... there's hope for every child. So while adoption/fostering can seem intimidating and a daunting task, it doesn't have to be. This stuff we learned can work with any child, even the toughest, 'cause like I said, all they're looking for is love and connection. We can provide that, right?
I've got to take another second here blast this reminder: I am not the expert. Chances are I quoted a few things incorrectly or explained them not-quite-right. So how do we fix this? We plan on attending an Empowered to Connect Conference in the future, that's how! Or, at the very least, we read more. I'll close with a ton of awesome recommended resources to help us continue learning about all this great stuff:
Resources
The Connected Child by Karyn Purvis, David Cross, and Wendy Lyons Sunshine (we bought this one and are in the process of reading!)
Created to Connect: A Christian Guide to The Connected Child by Karyn Purvis, Michael & Amy Monroe
God, Are You Nice or Mean? Trusting God... After the Orphanage by Debra Delulio Jones
The Out-of-Sync Child by Carol Kranowitz and Lucy Jane Miller
Parenting from the Inside Out by Daniel Siegel and Mary Hartzell
The Whole-Brain Child by Daniel Siegel and Tina Bayne Bryson
Attaching in Adoption by Deborah Gray
Empowered to Connect website -- videos, audio, articles
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