Sunday, December 28, 2008

C's First Christmas

C had a great first Christmas! Although it was surely overwhelming and confusing to him at times, he took it all in stride... even his first visit to Santa surprised us. The big kids all wanted to go see Santa, so C tagged along. We knew full well C would most likely be terrified by Santa, so we told him he did not have to sit on his lap or talk to him if he didn't want to. Once we got there, though, and he saw his brother and sister sit on Santa's lap and tell him what they wanted for Christmas, he decided he had to do the same. Before I could even snap a picture, C walked right up to Santa, allowed Santa to hoist him up on his lap, looked Santa straight in the eyes and said "TRUCK!" loudly and clearly before Santa had even spoken a single word to him. He then quickly hopped right back off of Santa's lap and calmly returned to the safety of Mommy and Daddy. Santa would never have believed C spoke only Russian just 6 months ago and has never been to visit Santa before! And guess what?

C got a truck for Christmas (actually, he got several)! Santa did not disappoint :0)

Below are some pics from our Christmas family picture-taking party. In order to get the kids to smile for the pics and to help them to see it as fun, I decided to call it a picture-taking party and let them each take a bunch of pictures. Not only did the kids have a blast, they actually took some really cute pictures! We will be using this tactic a lot more in the future! Oh- mute the music and listen to video at the end... you can hear C's Russian accent (trills his R's and says kreesmees)... so cute :0)

We hope you all had a very blessed Christmas and may your New Year be full of JOY!







Saturday, December 20, 2008

Looking Back

One year ago today, I met my baby boy face to face for the very first time. So much has happened since then, and yet, it is as if time has stood still. My memories of that day are so vivid... the emotions of that day are still so raw. Today, C and I watched some of the videos we took in the orphanage last year. He seemed to show some flickers of recognition, but not much. I, on the other hand, remember it ALL.

What do I remember?
I remember my heart doing flip-flops as the van headed toward the orphanage that day.
I remember begging God to help me to know our son the moment I laid eyes on him.
I remember barely being able to contain myself as we were led into the orphanage.
I remember going up to the director's office.
I remember the director questioning us and I noticed I could see her lips moving, but I could not hear her.
I remember thinking, "When are they going to let us see him?"
I remember the office door swinging open (just a few feet away from me) unexpectedly.
I remember seeing my son's face for a brief moment (his eyes were so wide!) and then the caregiver (who was holding his hand) apologized in Russian and quickly shut the door again.
I remember knowing without a doubt C is my son.
I remember not being able to breathe.
I remember my arms aching, I wanted to scoop him up right then!
I remember the director finally let us go into the visiting room.
I remember C standing there, looking so frightened and so alone.
I remember the first moment I held him, my heart swelled with such joy!
I remember the first time I heard him laugh, just a few minutes later.
I remember leaving my son behind the very next day, knowing it would be months before I would see him again.
I remember God's promise to lead us through it all.

God kept his promise.

For I know the plans I have for you,
Declares the Lord,
Plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
Plans to give you a hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11

Monday, December 15, 2008

Join Me in Prayer

http://karinupdates.blogspot.com
One of the mothers in my adoption chatgroup needs your prayers. Even though I do not know her personally, I have been so very blessed by her and the encouragement she has provided to all of us in the group who have traveled down the adoption path behind her. Though she may not have even been aware of it, she provided me with strength and a will to press on many times throughout our journey to C. She is a devoted mother and wife who loves Jesus. Her joy and love of life is infectious. Her oldest son is from the same orphanage as C and she and her husband just completed the adoptions of twins from Vietnam- her husband finally got to bring their daughter home just a few weeks ago. A few months ago, Karin was diagnosed with kidney cancer and she had been battling that with fierce determination and courage. Last week, her husband posted the news that she had been hospitalized and was not expected to live. Miraculously, she is still alive today, but is in need of a miracle. Her family also needs your prayers. Please follow the link above to Karin's blog and join me in prayer.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

C's First Roadtrip

C with Aunt Suzy (my sister)

It has taken me way too long to post! We have been sooooo busy with Christmas decorating, shopping, parties, and programs- I'll have to post later on that. First, let me catch you all up to speed...
We decided a few weeks ago to head out East to visit my family for Thanksgiving, so at the beginning of Thanksgiving week, we packed up (and I mean PACKED!) a rented van and headed to the East Coast. Poor C... he knew something was up and I'm sure it reminded him of flying home from Russia, so he was NOT happy before we left. I tried to explain all of it to him, but how could he possibly have understood? So he spent hours whining and clinging to me- which made it a cinch to finish packing and loading up the car... HA!!! Needless to say, I was VERY worried before we left about what he was thinking and how he would fare the 15 hour car ride and sleeping in strange places, not to mention meeting lots of adoring new family members for the first time.

Well...

C surprised all of us! As soon as he settled into the van and he saw his entire family would be going with him (his blankie and Mishka included), he did great! In fact, he is the BEST 2 year-old traveler we have ever had! We hardly ever heard a complaint out of him! He seemed to love almost every second of it. Who knew? What a far cry from the scared and angry little boy we brought home just 6 months ago! He sure didn't like ANYTHING about traveling back then and he made sure we were clear on that (not that we would have expected him to like any of it back then).

One of the best parts of the trip (besides the yummy Thanksgiving dinner and getting to introduce C to the rest of my family) was that C got to see the ocean for the first time. He had looked forward to seeing the beach and the ocean for several weeks and was just thrilled when we finally got to go there on Thanksgiving day. I cannot even imagine what he will do with himself next summer, when he can actually go in the water and play in the sand. He will be in heaven! Ever since we returned home, C regularly asks if we can go see his cousins and go to the beach. Just a few more months, buddy! :0)

Monday, December 01, 2008

One Year Ago

Last year on Thanksgiving, I was praying for news of our son. It was so hard to know he was out there somewhere, but to not know any other information about him... and then on November 30th, 2007 at 3:55 PM, we got a phone call that changed everything! We found out that our son was 19 months old and he was in Siberia! I cannot describe in words what that was like... I can only say there was so much joy in that moment! Suddenly, the son I had known only in my heart for 2 years was right there in front of me! When we went to the computer to pull up his pictures, this is what we saw...



Sing to God, sing praise to his name,

extol him who rides on the clouds-

his name is the Lord-

and rejoice before him.

A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,

is God in his holy dwelling.

God sets the lonely in families...

Psalm 68:4-6

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Awakening



I just love to see C's face light up when he is praised by D or myself. His eyes shine as he grins from ear to ear, and his entire body shivers in the pure thrill of it all. He just loves to be told "great job!" or "you did it!". Of course, all children love to succeed and be praised, but it is different with C. He can hardly contain his joy at the idea of having his very own captive audience/cheerleaders. I have noticed the joy in his reaction becoming even more pronounced over the past few weeks. Lately, he says "Mama, look at me!" every chance he gets. It is clear that he is finally starting to realize that his dad and I are his FOREVER cheerleaders, and that we want to celebrate ALL of the successes and joy life brings his way. He is finally figuring out what the words Mommy and Daddy really mean. Up until now, my name has been Mommy to him, but it might as well have been any other name. I think C is really starting to understand that Mommy and Daddy are his to keep. Praise God!




Monday, November 03, 2008

First Halloween




C had a great first Halloween! We spent all last week teaching him to say trick-or-treat and talking about what we would be doing and how trick-or-treating works. The excitement of the other 3 kids clued him into the fact that something exciting was about to happen... and he was thrilled about the idea of getting so much candy! C had a few practice runs with dressing up and getting treats before the big day (went to 3 pre-Halloween parties), so he wasn't too impressed with all of the preparation before we left to go trick-or-treating (he was not impressed with jack-o-lantern carving either- in fact, he was completely disgusted with the process). Once we started knocking on doors, however, he was clearly a little confused. For the first 4 houses, he followed his big brother and sisters quietly and dutifully to the doors, looking very uncertain. He even handed his candy back to the neighbor at the second house! By the fifth house, though, C had caught on just fine and boldly led the troop to each door, all the while loudly proclaiming "Trick-or-treat!" like a pro :0)

Did I mention he was the cutest Mickey Mouse I have ever seen?

Friday, October 24, 2008

Fall Fun!

Just wanted to add a few pics for the picture hungry... These were actually taken 2 weeks ago- we went to a farm to pick apples and select some pumpkins- we had a blast :0) C and Beans fell in love with a kitten there and he kept them entertained for quite some time. We even went for pumpkin pie blizzards after- YUM!!!!! C loved every second of it! Sadly, the weather is already turning too cold to have this kind of outdoor fun, so I'll just have to reminisce :0( D just told me we may have snow flurries this weekend!!!!!




Tuesday, October 21, 2008

A Gift Like None Other

I have not written much about my son's birthmother before, but I think about her just about everyday. My heart often aches for her. I often wonder what she is doing now. Is she missing him? I cannot even begin to imagine having to give up my child.

When we were in the region in Russia where our son was born, my mind was very focused on her. I was very aware that, at any given moment, she could be standing right next to us and we would never even know it. When we had C with us, I would wonder if she would know him if she saw him. I'm fairly certain she would have. There were- and still are- so many thoughts and questions I have about her... questions that will never be answered... questions C will likely have one day. I have wrestled with, and come to accept, the lack of knowing. This is, after all, how God has planned for it to be. Someday C will have to wrestle with and accept the same questions without answers. I pray for C daily. That he will be able to understand that his birth mother gave him an incredible gift- she gave him the gift of life. This is one thing we do know. It is a fact that cannot be disputed. Today, as I was holding C close, that truth became so real to me. I could feel his soft cheek, rubbing against mine, and I could hear his rhythmic breathing as he relaxed in my arms. I can't imagine C NOT being our son. I can't imagine him NOT being here. She could have chosen a different outcome. I don't think I fully realized the gravity of that fact until today.

Thank you, Lord, for opening my eyes to the truth.
Thank you, Lord, for the young woman on the other side of the world,
who gave birth to our son.
Please hold her close and open her heart to the warmth of your love.

Thank you, C's birthmother, for choosing life for our son.
It is a gift like none other...

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Ash has a boyfriend!

Relax, Grandmas, it's not what you think...

At bedtime tonight, I was in the hallway on my way to the bathroom to check on my girls (they are 6 years old) when I heard this conversation:

Ash: "You know B likes K and he wants to be her boyfriend" (my ears perked up right away).
Beans: "I know. But she doesn't want to go out with him" (Wow, where does this stuff come from?).
Ash: "Well, he told EVERYONE he is in love with her" (I was now hurrying to set the conversation straight).

I tried to appear casual as I entered the bathroom...

Me: "You girls are too young to be in love. You have to be grownups to have a boyfriend."
Ash (totally serious): "We know that, Mom! I'm only in love with one boy!"
Me: "You are? (I was preparing to give Ash a big lecture) Who?"
Ash: "Daddy!"

With that, she flashed me a huge grin and skipped into her room.

I didn't have the heart to tell her Daddy is already taken :0)

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Praise God For Grass Stains

I just came upstairs from doing the boys' laundry and I feel like I was stuck down there FOREVER!!!! It usually doesn't take me very long to do their laundry because their clothes are almost all dark colors and they are both fairly neat eaters. But today was different...
I spent a lot of time pre-treating their clothes today. By the time I got to the fifth or sixth pair of pants, I noticed a theme: grass stains. Then I sifted through the piles and discovered plenty more where that came from! My first reaction was frustration. I started to wonder when I would actually get to go to bed. I'm ashamed to say my mind swirled with negative thoughts about laundry and lack of sleep. Then all of a sudden, my thoughts shifted, and I remembered sitting with a mom of a little boy who was in my son's class last year. We were on a field trip and we were sitting on a bench, watching our boys wrestle one another in the grass. She had the sweetest smile on her face as she watched them. Then she turned to me and said, "I just love when he (motioning to her son) comes home with grass stains. I'm sure he'll have some today". Before I could ask her if she was feeling O.K., she explained, "He was pretty sick the first few years of his life, so I never had to clean grass stains off of his pants back then".
I had forgotten all about that comment until tonight. The memory of it sure did turn my thoughts around... Wow! How awesome! She was and is so right. Those grass stains mean my boys are healthy and strong! Thank you, Lord! On top of that, C has probably never had grass stains on his pants before. It may seem silly, but I teared up just thinking about it.

Lord, thank you for my beautiful children- all of them.
Thank you for their health.
Thank you for filling their hearts with the joys of childhood.
Thank you for giving C to our family.
Thank you for giving him the chance to be a normal little boy.
Thank you for the reminder- I needed it.
Thank you for blessing me with the awesome job of being C's Mommy.
Amen

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Kinkle Kinkle Goo Goo Kwai

I just HAD to post this... it is so cute! C loves to sing and his first favorite once he was home became "Tomorrow" from Annie (don't ask me why, but he is absolutely obsessed with it!). Anyway, his new favorite is "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" and the way he sings it is so funny! Here he is giving his rendition of the song on our Karaoke machine. See if you can recognize any of it... :0) Be sure to mute the music below.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Emotions of Motherhood

I'm finding that being a mother to a post institutionalized child can be quite confusing emotionally. Motherhood, in general, can cause one to feel as though she is losing her mind from time to time (or if you're like me, I actually DO lose my mind every few minutes every day :0) ). Just to clarify, I LOVE being a mommy- there isn't a job in the world that is even half as amazing. The reality is, though, mothers are imperfect and feeling human beings raising imperfect and feeling human beings. This fact is bound to cause some frustration and uncertainly on a regular basis. This stew of emotions is compounded when a mother is raising a child whose emotional needs have not been met for the first few years of his life. The result of all of this? Some VERY confusing emotions and, oftentimes, emotions that are certainly outside the realm of what would be considered "normal".
Take today for example...
I'm sitting here just thrilled that my youngest was crying hysterically and clinging to me for dear life as I attempted to drop him off at "school" (A.K.A. daycare) this morning (this is his second time- he goes every Friday). On top of that elation is a cloud of guilt... I feel terrible that I am thrilled about the fact that my baby is distraught. Confusing, huh? With my other three kids, I always felt simply awful when they struggled with separation. But with C, it's different. This is the first time he has ever displayed such strong emotions when faced with being separated from me. And it's not that he doesn't like his school, he LOVES it. Last week he did perfectly and talked quite a bit about how much fun he had. Today, on the drive over, he was really excited that he would get to play outside on the playground today (last week it was pouring and they didn't get to play outside :0( ).
So today marks a new chapter in our life as mommy and son... and that is a very emotional thing for me.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Cool party trick

I took this video a few weeks ago. Check out one of C's many amazing talents. He will sit on the floor almost completely motionless for minutes at a time and "practice". The only part of him that moves during this time is his mouth (this in and of itself is amazing for any 2 year-old!). The three big kids think it is the funniest thing to try to imitate. They have never succeeded, but it's entertaining to watch them try!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

A Mother's Prayer of Thanksgiving

I am sitting here watching my son at play in the backyard, and I am nearly in tears... tears of joy and thanksgiving. I came in to make lunch and it is ready now, but everytime I call out the back slider to ask him if he is ready for lunch, he says "not yet, Mama". It is a beautiful fall day, and he is basking in the glory of it, unwilling to tear himself away- not even to satisfy a hungry tummy.

What a picture he makes... the sun is shining down on his little blond head and causing his hair to sparkle. I can see his adorable little lips curled up into a smile, as he swings slowly, allowing the tips of his bare little toes to be tickled by the tips of the blades of grass as he swings. I can see him looking down and giggling. He looks so small and precious out there all alone. Now he is singing, and I can see his little lips moving and his beautiful blue eyes squinting, as he searches the sky for an airplane. He is still swinging, ever so slowly. Back and forth. Back and forth.

For now I will let him be... lunch can wait. My son has discovered what it is like to be free. He spent the first 2 years of his life on a strict schedule. His time outside was limited and there were other children and grown-ups around him at all times. As far as we can tell, his little bare feet had never touched the sun-warmed grass before he came home to his forever family. I am so grateful that he is finally home and that he gets to experience the simple pleasures of childhood. I know these pleasures are NOT guaranteed, they are a gift.

Thank you, Lord for the gift of my son
and for the gift of joy you have given him today.
Thank you for the warm sun
and for the grass that tickles my son's feet.
Thank you for the freedom he now enjoys,
And for the freedom he will one day find in YOU.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Breaking bad habits

We all have bad habits and behaviors we need to work on, so I am in no way picking on my youngest when I say he has some too... it's just that this blog is about adoption and the joys and challenges that come along with this amazing adventure, so C gets his very own post detailing his bad habits for the world to read. Poor guy! Most of you know C and know he is a sweet, happy, and engaging little guy. For those of you who don't know him personally, you'll just have to trust us!

Since the day we got to take C out of the orphanage, we have noticed he has some interesting habits. I have even mentioned some of them in the past. Most of these habits developed as a means of survival within the walls of the orphanage, and we actually find some of them sort of endearing (others, not so much). Let's face it, they make him who he is. Now that C is home, however, many of C's habits only serve to divide him from his family and friends... so they have to go.



Behavior #1: Defending personal space and possessions

The first month we were home, we worked on the most pressing behaviors that caused problems in our house. The first behavior we worked on was C's aggression toward his brother and sisters whenever he felt threatened. This popped up throughout the day and was most often brought on if the big kids got too close (trying to hug, kiss, help him with something, etc.) when C had a drink/food/toy/etc. in his hands. C would immediately hit/push/kick/bite whoever was unlucky enough to be in his space. Poor guy! Our three bug kids were so happy to finally have him home- they were ALL over him ALL day!

To remedy this behavior, we did several things. First, the big kids were warned about this behavior and were told when to expect it. We also told them to try to remember to tell C what they were wanting to do BEFORE doing it and to remember to firmly tell C there is no hitting/biting/pushing/kicking allowed.
On C's end,we quickly taught C empowering words like "don't touch", "let go", "my turn", etc. and coached him (and the sibling involved) on using these whenever we noticed one of these altercations in progress.

Even though we did all of this and C quickly learned all of the English needed, not only to understand what his siblings were saying to him, but to let them know how he was feeling, this didn't completely extinguish the behavior (it did reduce the frequency). When C is not feeling well or is tired, the behavior comes right back again. To help him with this, we have started holding him gently if we notice he is becoming agitated when a sibling is close. We tell him gently that it is O.K. and that the other child will not take anything from him. If he remains calm and allows the hug (or whatever it may be), we lavish the praise on him and say, "See? He/she just wants to love you!" He has even started saying, "See? Love you!" all on his own.

Something funny we have discovered: if our kids firmly command C in Russian to hug or kiss them while they are leaning in to hug or kiss him, he will smile and willingly comply, no matter what he has in his hands. Obviously we don't encourage commanding another family member to either give or receive love, as this is really a performance and does not come from the heart. Clearly, this is simply another orphanage behavior, and an interesting one at that. We have read that the kids in the orphanages are trained to hug and kiss on command, and this certainly appears to be true.


Behavior #2: Role of disciplinarian and comforter

This behavior was the most surprising to me, as it certainly sent the message loud and clear that C had never learned to accept a grown-up as the authority in a given situation. We know C was cared for by grown-ups, so we expected him to see the adult as the authority and comforter. We were dead wrong! Now we must conclude that most of the time, play was conducted as a free-for-all, and the kids in the orphanage dealt with their own disagreements most of the time.

Right from the beginning, C would rush to "punish" any sibling who hurt another. As soon as he saw a child crying, he would quickly search for the offender and rush toward that child to hit him/her, all the while yelling at said child and making an incredibly mean face. He would then (just as quickly) rush to the hurt child and put his arm around him/her and say "it's O.K., don't cry". Sometimes, he would even turn around again and scold the offender harshly, all-the-while keeping his arm around the hurt child. It was wild to watch- almost like Jekyll and Hyde.
This behavior was a real problem, not only because our kids rarely hurt one another on purpose (so he was "punishing" an innocent child- sometimes he even picked the wrong child to "punish"), but because we know full well that C could behave this way when playing with other children outside of our home.

To deal with this, C is quickly told to stay by Mommy or Daddy's side as soon as someone is heard wailing. He is told that Mommy and Daddy deal with these things and he will go to the corner if he gets involved. Poor guy, he has been sent to the corner a lot over this, as we can't always catch him to remind him before an incident occurs. He has improved dramatically over the past few weeks, and has even run to come get one of us if someone gets hurt by another. He is still encouraged to be a comforter, of course, but a secondary comforter. He still will rub a child's back or kiss him/her while letting Mommy or Daddy do the hugging and holding. Don't forget, I said some of the behaviors are endearing!


Behavior #3: Begging for food and/or taking food that belongs to others

To be quite honest, this behavior drives me nuts and our 3 older kids feel the same (esp. since they are usually the unwitting targets of this behavior)! Poor C must still believe he may not get enough to eat if he does not resort to his own tactics- even after 3 months of getting PLENTY to eat. Since C is one of the few orphans we have heard of who has LOST weight since coming home, we fear he was a food bully in the orphanage. He was actually quite chubby on Gotcha Day and has slimmed down considerably since then. Oh dear, to think: our child may have been responsible for the low weight of other children in his group. Well, at least he can't torment them anymore...

Even though C will now regularly leave food on his plate unfinished, he continues to beg for food and steal food from others. This still happens all day every day. Even if C has just finished a meal and has told me he is full, he will beg for food if he sees anything new. If the refrigerator is opened, he will rush to get there before it closes and beg/whine. Lucky for us, C cannot open the fridge on his own, but 5 other people in the house can! C has even been known to beg his pushover sisters into opening it for him, even though we have strictly forbidden them to do so.

Stealing food will most often occur if C finishes his snack and sees others still eating. He will also try to scavenge plates that are left on the dinner table. Two of my big kids, in particular, are very slow eaters. C will stalk them and wait for a chance to take their food. It's kind of funny to watch it all unfold... One of the slow eaters will be sitting on the couch watching TV with a snack in hand. C sees this and quietly climbs up onto the couch and sits next to the slow eater. Like a lion, he has decided who is weakest, and waits for just the right moment to pounce (ie: steal food). He used to just blatantly take it, but now he knows this could cause him a lot of trouble. The big kids used to happily welcome C to sit next to them on the couch, but now they ask us to come get him as soon as they notice him closing in.

We are still struggling with how to deal with this behavior, as punishing him for it does not seem fair or appropriate. Obviously, we consistently feed C, so this is step one in the battle. We also try to remind him that he already had his food and that he does not need any more (if this is indeed the case). If he does need more food, we remind him to come to Mommy or Daddy to ask for more. We are hoping time will help him to see that he will always have enough to eat.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Lots Go'in On!

Wow! I didn't realize it had been so long since my last entry until I logged on just now! Time flies when you're a Mommy! The past few weeks have flown more quickly than any I can ever recall. I have been completely absorbed in trying to savor every precious, fleeting moment. Here's a re-cap...
*My baby girls turned 6 (Mommy cried)! :0) :0( As a result of this event, C learned what a present is, and he discovered he really likes cake and ice cream (he HATED ice cream the first time we offered it to him in Russia).
*One of our presents to the girls was a trip to the water park. C had a blast!
*Grandma and Grandpa came to visit, so C met his other Grandpa for the first time.
*C had his little boy surgery- he was not feeling so great for a few days, but is back to his crazy/wild self now!
*We had a fun last week before school started, including back-to-school shopping and C's first trip to the zoo (he was in awe the entire time and still has not stopped talking about it).
*Today C watched his brother and both of his sisters get on a big yellow bus that took them away for the entire day- he was a little confused at first, but seemed to really enjoyed being able to do whatever he pleased all day!

Here some pics...
C having a blast at a local water park

Beans had fun too- pretty obvious!

Ash- ever ready for the photo-op
A almost never stopped- lucky I got this one!
Ash and Beans' friend party
C had his first PlayPlace experience- he jumped right in!
Ash and Beans are 6!

The zoo

Beans and C at the zoo

First day of school

A and C

Monday, August 11, 2008

A New Day, A New Hope

Today was a new day... and I thank God for that. The past 2 years have been quite a rollercoaster and the past 2 months have had the highest highs and the lowest lows of the entire ride. Not that I ever would have wanted to have it any other way. My son is home and he is a gift.

God never said this would be easy, though. The truth is, there have been some very difficult times for me. I have had many moments of complete despair, when the enemy takes hold of my mind and my heart and tells me I am not good enough... that my son will never learn to trust in my love for him... that God is done helping us. In these moments, all of my old fears surface, and I allow myself to carry the the weight of my son's hurts and needs on my own shoulders. And when I do that, my fears come true. I cannot do this alone. I will not succeed. Without God's help I CANNOT.

Last night was one of those times. C was HORRIBLE at bedtime... again. I felt so helpless. I prayed for God to find me in the darkness. I begged Him to give me patience and to help me find a way to get through to C. I felt no patience and I heard no answers....

But this morning, I woke up and felt brand new! He did not forsake me! Last night I truly believed I should give up and not push my son for a deeper attachment. Clearly, God has a different idea. He is NOT done helping us. Today He gave me confidence. I never heard God tell me it would be alright, but I FELT it. And tonight, He gave me even more.

I hit my elbow on the wall as I was rocking C tonight. All of a sudden, he whipped his binky out of his mouth and popped it into mine (it was so sweet, it was easy to ignore the slobber!). Then, he held my face in his hands and said, "Mama, cry? Mima, no cry. " He was saying I could have his binky to feel better, because he was O.K.! Then he wrapped his arms around me tightly and said "lub oo, Mama" After that, he snuggled in my arms and looked at me so intently. I told him in Russian that I am his Mama forever and that I will always love him. I know he doesn't really know what forever means, but I can tell you that I have never seen such a look of contentment on his face. I nearly burst into tears of joy right then! I think C is finally starting to really know what a Mother's love should feel like... warm and safe. He is finally letting himself truly enjoy the feeling.

What a blessing today turned out to be.

"The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning"
Lamentations 3:22-23a

"My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever."
Psalm 73:26

Friday, August 08, 2008

Fun in the pool!

Here is a video and some great pics from today. As I have mentioned before, C just LOVES the water :0)





Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Attachment Journal- Entry #1

C is changing so fast and I feel like I am already starting to forget what he was like when we first took him out of the orphanage, so I've decided to start an "attachment journal". Not only will it help me to really see how he has changed (and to really celebrate the work God is doing in his heart , as well in our hearts), but maybe it can even serve to help others. Even though we are by no means experts, sometimes it just helps to know you are not alone...


WEEK #1

The day we picked C up from the orphanage, we noticed several behaviors we had read about during the 2 years we had spent preparing to bring C into our family.

Playing
We noticed right away that C always played in a corner or behind a piece of furniture. He would play with us for a few minutes, but would then retreat to a "safe" zone. We countered this by gently encouraging him to come back into the open to play (even encouragement in Russian didn't usually work, so we then would have to carry him back to the play area). We then would stop whatever we were doing to engage him in play out in the open, so he could see that no one would take anything from him We had to do this repeatedly the first few days, until he eventually realized that he didn't have to hide to play with his toys- of course this was obvious to us, but it was so ingrained in him to feel threatened, he did this even though no one ever took his toys when he was with us.
Playing now
C never hides to play now. In fact, he usually prefers to play near / with me or one of his siblings. I have not seen him hide to play since the first week we were home. We have a toy here (we did not have it with us in Russia) that is the exact same as one C played with during our visits to C in the orphanage. The first time he played with it here is the only time I have seen this behavior since we came home.


Eating- Just a few hours after we picked C up and brought him back to the hotel, it was time for dinner. We had already seen his eating style in the orphanage, so we were prepared for this one. Basically, C ate all of his food within seconds without ever even breathing or chewing (slight exaggeration there, just to make my point) and he would eat a staggering amount. On top of that, it was pretty clear that he would have eaten even more had he been given the opportunity.
Oh, and... early on, if he had the chance, he would take his food and go to a far corner (he would even face the wall) to eat.
We had read that a great way to teach a child to enjoy eating and to stop when he is full is to feed him (not allow him to feed himself). To enhance bonding, the child ,must make eye contact with the parent before the next bite is placed in his mouth. This sounds contrary to the general advice for feeding time with a toddler, but we had to realize that eating has always been a desperate and rushed occasion for our son. He had never been taught that eating should be a relaxed and pleasant time- and also a time to share with those who are close to you. So we fed him, just as one would feed a spoon-fed baby.
The results?
Eating now
The results of this method were extremely successful very quickly (in our case). By the end of the first week, C's eating speed had slowed and the amount had been reduced to what would be considered a normal amount. It is common now for him to leave food on his plate and tell us he is full. Obviously, a big part of the success was simply C realizing that there was more than enough food at every meal, and that he didn't enjoy feeling so bloated all of the time! The big success, as far as bonding goes, is that this method allowed C to interact with us while he ate. He began to talk to us during meals and after the first week, he would even initiate eye-contact with us. It took several more weeks for him to consistently remember to chew his food. We would always require him to show us that he had chewed and swallowed all of his food before he could have another bite. Sometimes he still has to be reminded!
The only issue we still struggle with is drinking. C would drink an entire river every day if we let him! We have to limit his drinking to the amount his diapers (mixed in with a little peeing on the potty throughout the day) can handle. Clearly he is drinking PLENTY, but he still begs for a drink just about all day every day. It's obvious he is not really thirsty, because he will drop it right away if I just tell him no and distract him. He doesn't ask again until he sees someone drinking something. The sight of the refrigerator open will also cause him to start begging again.


Sleeping- Week one taught us that C did not like to be touched at bedtime (in fact, he flat-out refused any touch and would push whatever was touching him away- even if he seemed to be asleep). Clearly, his reasons for this were obvious, yet this was the hardest behavior to deal with. How do you soothe a toddler who cannot settle down at night and who is terrified, no less, if you cannot touch him?????? Very tough one...
The first night required holding time (holding C lovingly, but firmly) until he fell asleep because he kept trying to leave the hotel room (all the while saying "edom, edom", which means "go, go" in Russian). The remainder of the nights the first week, C would allow me to read him a 1-2 minute story (while he wiggled relentlessly on my lap). I could then hold him briefly (usually while he screamed bloody murder) in a darkened room before he would start to beg for his bed. He didn't even know to wrap his arms and legs around me when I was holding him, so I would have to position his limbs for him- he HATED this. He also arched his back violently. Eventually (sooner, rather than later- before he made me drop him), I would put him in his empty crib, and I would have to tell him sternly in Russian that it was time for bed and that he must lie down. He could not have any sheets, blankets, etc. because he would wrap these around his head or he would make a hill out of them (he would even pull the fitted sheet off of the mattress) and then lie on his back on top of the hill. After just a minute or so, C would stand up and I would have to repeat the same phrases in Russian again whilst I gently, but firmly, placed him in the proper sleeping position again. This sequence of events would repeat until C fell asleep. In desperation, I would always end up trying to use various forms of touch to soothe him, but his reaction to this was always the same- extreme agitation.
Sleeping now
We have come a long way! C loves to read books at bedtime now, and will sit happily for 5-10 minutes. Sometimes he even cries because he wants to read another one (and sometimes I happily comply). When the lights go out, C is usually happy to help me situate his blankie just right, so I can rock him. A few weeks ago, he decided he wanted to use his pacifier (he never wanted anything to do with one before a few weeks ago), so he pops that in his mouth and relaxes. I know binkies can be a terrible habit, but we are allowing him to indulge- he deserves it! Sometimes C falls asleep in my arms and sometimes he wants to get in his crib after I tell a story and sing a few songs. He rarely kicks and screams now. When he does, we do holding time until he can calm down. Another improvement is that he can usually handle a pillow and blanket now and he has never pulled the sheet off of his crib here at home. Before I put him in his crib, he always wraps his little arms and legs around me and squeezes tight. It's awesome!

That's it for now. More to come later...

Saturday, August 02, 2008

A Growing Bond

It has now been 2 months since we picked C up from the orphanage and became a forever family. It's strange... that all seems like so long ago. C is such a different child now. That fact makes it seem like much longer than just a few weeks. The contrast is striking, really. So many times lately, I forget for hours, sometimes even for a full day, that he hasn't been mine forever. It's wild, because sometimes, all of a sudden, I will remember. It's a strange feeling... so hard to explain. It's just that he is so much a part of me and so much a part of our family, I simply can't really remember him NOT being here and being our son. I have always loved him, but now that we are really getting to know one another, I am falling more deeply in love with him with each passing day. C has really been letting his guard down over the past week or so, and our mother-son bond has really grown by leaps and bounds. I have been so stressed over whether or not we have been doing enough and/or the right things to foster bonding and attachment, so this has really helped me to relax a little (although I know full well I must remain vigilant) and to really enjoy just being with him. Bedtime, particularly, has improved dramatically and we now see that holding time really works. C no longer screams and fights us at bedtime!!!!!!!!!!!! He even has asked me to rock him for the past few nights. My heart nearly burst tonight as I rocked him and he snuggled against me and looked up at me with his beautiful eyes, so heavy with sleep. He is letting me into his precious little heart and it is the most wonderful feeling!
Praise God!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The Things I Love About Summer

Summer is my most favorite season, and today was one of those perfect summer days. It had all 3 elements required...
1) The sun was shining
2) It was hot (but not too hot)
3) We got to spend a lot of time in the water

The 3 big kids were quite busy today and were not around much, so C and I got to swim in our little pool today without any yelling, splashing, etc. It was so much fun! Not that it isn't fun with all 4 of the kids, but it was great to be able to give him some one-on -one attention. He is quite the little swimmer! We started him out with water wings plus a tube just a few days ago (we didn't let him swim in the pool until last week) and he has already graduated to water wings only. His most favorite pool activity is to jump into the pool. Then he climbs out and does it all over again. He holds his breath like a pro! We just have to remind him to keep his mouth closed before he jumps in. And he already gets around on his own. We are impressed with this, as we are certain he has NEVER been swimming before. As I have stated in previous posts, he clearly fits our family- we all love to swim! Not only is swimming great exercise, but it tuckers those little ones out too (great bonus for Mommy and Daddy)!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Mommy's Lap is MINE!!!!!!

The past 2 weeks have been somewhat of a trial with C. Clearly we are in a testing phase right now and it is obvious C is starting to figure out that having a Mommy and Daddy is great most of the time, but it also means he faces restrictions and consequences he is not used to facing. During these times, he clearly thinks he can just say, "No Mommy and Daddy for me right now, thank you!". When this doesn't work, he becomes quite angry, to say the least, and really wants nothing to do with us. We know this type of behavior is normal for any 2 year-old, After all, there is a reason this year in a child's life is labeled " the terrible two's". The difference in this case is this: we are fairly confident our son could win a tantrum contest if one actually existed. And on top of that, we know he has the right (to some degree) to be throwing the tantrum.

Anyway, the point of all of this is actually positive. All of this bad behavior and tantrum-throwing has made me feel quite deflated. I have missed C wanting to be held. I actually felt like maybe we are regressing. Even worse, I have had moments of panic, fearing maybe C is not really attaching to us (even though I know logically that this is not true and that he IS attaching very well).

Well, yesterday, something wonderful happened. One of my girls was sitting on my lap and C was in the room playing. As soon as he noticed his sister was on my lap, he came right over and pushed her and said "MY lap!", and then proceeded to climb up and sit on my lap. He even waited (and cuddled with me) until she left the room to get down to play again. This behavior from any of my other kids would have frustrated me, as obviously jealously is not a trait we encourage in our kids, but I was thrilled when C did this. He clearly knows his place here now and feels confident that I belong to him.

He WANTS to be the baby- MY baby.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Freedom On The Other Side

A quick update...

The visit with the social worker went so well! Even though we all lacked sleep and weren't feeling our best, it turned out O.K. anyway (who would have guessed?). The house was even pretty clean- a true miracle (O.K., maybe it wasn't so clean, but the social worker didn't trip over anything, so that's good, right?!).

It was an awesome moment to have our social worker and C sitting in the same room together. Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a big moment for me. We are now officially on the home from Russia side of things now. I don't have to dread the paperwork now... C is HERE!!!

I am no longer afraid of the phone ringing (or not ringing).

I no longer have to fear the weekends and holidays (because they are not business days and they only served to slow the adoption process).

I no longer have to dread getting an E-mail that we need to turn in "just one more document" (including notary and apostille) A.S.A.P.

All of these realizations are so freeing (and a little delayed, I know :0).

I even got brave and put about half of our adoption paperwork in the shred pile downstairs. I haven't ACTUALLY shredded any of it it yet... but I will!

Oh my... being home with my son is the most wonderful gift! Things aren't perfect (and I am FAR from being the perfect Mommy), but we are HERE, and my bond with my son is growing deeper everyday.

Thank you, God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Teething Time

Most of the time I love teeth. But today I am NOT a fan... I don't have a single baby in my house (O.K., one might kinda qualify, but the others aren't even close), and yet I find myself with three teething children. Three! At the same time! Not good. One is cutting 2 two-year molars and 2 are cutting 4 six-year molars. Teething in my house means terrible behavior during the day, little sleep at night (which would explain the daytime behavior), thrashing while said child IS actually asleep, diaper rash for those in diapers, lack of appetite, gastrointestinal problems, etc. Teething is nasty for my poor children :0(

This has been our life for the past week now.

C cut his bottom 2-year molars in Russia- the first tip of the first one cut the day after we picked him up from the orphanage. He had a huge hematoma on his gum. Poor guy! Both finally finished cutting the day after we arrived home (they came in quickly, so that is the silver lining in this story). I have been holding my breath waiting for the other 2 molars to show themselves ever since we came home. I'm so glad C got a break during the first few weeks home, so he could adjust to being home!

I find it fascinating that so many of my girlfriends don't even seem to know when their kids are cutting teeth. How could that be???? That is not the case in my house. No, it is VERY evident and could not possibly escape anyone who comes into contact with my kids during teething time. Hmmm... C fits right in! (Sidenote: It's amazing how C fits in so many detailed ways- details that no human being would or could ever know. God is amazing, isn't He?)

Anyway, we had a bad teething night last night. And, of course, my husband was not home (funny how it almost always seems to happen that way). I even gave C some Motrin before bed b/c he was really struggling yesterday. Even so, he cried a bit at 11:00 P.M. Then a different child (not related to teething) had a bad dream at midnight. Then C was wide awake and really crying hard at 2:30 A.M. Amazingly, this did not awaken any of the other kids. I had him settled down (Tylenol and ice water) around 3:30. Asleep at 3:45. I was just falling asleep at 4:00 when Ash climbed into my bed and announced that she could not sleep. Her gums were aching. More Motrin (and an empty bottle- better get some more before tonight rolls around!!). C woke up crying again at 4:15. Came into bed with Ash and me. C clearly thought there was a party b/c Ash would not be quiet- can't blame him. C asleep at 5:30. Put C in his bed because Ash was still talking. Ash asleep at 6:15. Daddy home at 6:30. Daddy let Mommy sleep until 9:00 A.M. God bless Daddy! Daddy asleep 9:05 and Mommy starts her day getting the house and children clean for the social worker's first post placement visit today.

That's right, the social worker is coming today. Funny, huh?

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Some Pics We Love!

What is going on here??? This is C trying to figure out what a balloon launch is all about...

Just plain silliness!


He was supposed to be showing his muscles, but turned into a dinosaur!

Just plain sweet! C with his favorite Mishka (teddy bear).

C is full of joy!
Sprinkler time- C was in heaven!

C after his sisters got ahold of him... What do you think Daddy's reaction was?

Monday, July 07, 2008

A Struggle With Forgiveness

Tonight I struggle with something I have struggled with for weeks and I know this will not be the end of my struggle... I am praying for the ability to forgive.

A little background.

Today was a wonderful day. C had such a great day- he was happy, learned several new words, had tons of fun, and didn't throw a single fit (this is a VERY big deal). I was so thrilled. He even let me hold him a ton today and he really relaxed. There were several times when he even spent quite a bit of time gazing into my eyes and saying "Mama, Mama". He says this very softly, with his big blue eyes gazing up at me, and repeats it over and over again, as if he is trying to grasp the reality and the wonder of what it is to finally and truly have a Mama for REAL. While he is doing this, I am trying to keep from crying. The love that wells up inside of me for this little boy- MY SON- is amazing. I have felt this same feeling with my other three children. It is a fierce love, a protective love, a completely unconditional love. These moments give me a glimpse right into God's heart... how He loves US. And yet, He loves us even more than that. It is hard to even imagine.

On to the issue of bedtime.

I have mentioned before that C struggles with bedtime. It is incredibly difficult for him to relax. He struggles with any form of human touch. It is clear he is used to crying himself to sleep. Some formerly institutionalized kids rock, others hit their heads on the crib rails... our child screams. The very first night he spent with us, he screamed his little heart out as I held him tightly (I had to hold him- if I hadn't, he would have walked right out of that holtel, never to return. He had already successfully left twice. Yes, the door was locked and no, there was no chain).

And that is when my struggle with forgiveness began. It angered to me to my core that my son should have to be forced to be rocked to sleep by his Mama. And that the two years devoid of love caused him to detest it so. That is just so fundamentally wrong! The 2 years of learning about bonding and attachment did nothing to prepare me for the raw emotions I felt that night.

Since that first night, I have only revisited those feelings of unforgiveness in fleeting moments. God has protected me from them. But now it is time to go deeper and truly forgive.

Most nights recently have been pretty good, so I think I had convinced myself that I had been able to at least mostly forgive my son's past for causing him this present pain and difficulty. And for the future pain his past will cause him. As much as I desperately yearn to, I cannot erase the abandonment he has experienced. I know full well that only our Father in Heaven can do that.

On to tonight.

Tonight was awful. It took over an hour to rock my son to sleep. And during all that time, my other (precious and very patient) three waited for their Mommy to come and put them to bed. C screamed more than he ever has and wanted nothing to do with being held. As he screamed, the seething anger welled up inside of me. I was not angry at him, no... I was angry FOR him.

So now I am on bended knee, knowing that I must forgive completely. I know I cannot do this on my own. I cannot be angry, or this anger will be passed on to my son. I cannot be unforgiving, because not only will that cause bitterness in my heart, but over the years, it will cause bitterness in my son's heart as well.

Lord, I give this anger and bitterness to you.
I lay it all down at your feet.
Please help me to forgive fully and completely.
In your precious name,
Amen

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Life as a Family of Six

Trip to the park

The past week has been full of new adventures for C! The past few days have also brought some great opportunities for sibling bonding. It's awesome to watch all four of our kids play and have fun together. We have been talking to the older three about their baby brother for two years now, so for them to actually get to get to know him and grow to love him in person is a real blessing! A, Ash, and Beans have been so faithful and have sacrificed so much- and now they get to see that it was all worth it... my heart nearly bursts every time they tell me how much they love him. Not that they don't fight and have their moments of jealousy, they do (of course), but it honestly has been so much less than I envisioned it could be. I have prayed for two years that God would grow a deep love for their baby brother inside of their hearts (and I know many of you have prayed the same prayer for just as long), and God is faithful! We feel like C has been part of our family all along... and, really he has. Even though C has not physically been with us since he was born, he has been in our hearts and minds from the time God was forming him in his birthmother's womb. I'm in awe every time I think about all of it. The way God orchestrated it all... it takes my breath away.


C REALLY loved the park!


C having a blast with Beans...


Mother Hen (Ash) leads the way!

C looked on as big brother showed him the proper rock wall climbing technique

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Transformation

This picture was taken in the orphanage on trip #2
A look we saw often

Eyes already starting to sparkle... our last day in Moscow

A smile we see all day long now!
It 's hard to believe it has almost been a month since Gotcha Day. C continues to do amazingly well. The transformation he has undergone in just four short weeks is nothing short of miraculous. D and I are in awe. It has happened so quickly!

C really is a completely different child now. He has gone from a restless, distant, and unattached baby to a joyful, loving, and attached 2 year-old. Not that things are perfect... we don't want to set up false expectations for those who are in the process of adopting. We still do see flickers of anger and sorrow, and understandably so. To be sure, C still has moments where he seems to revert back to his orphanage self. To name some examples, he still occasionally refuses to be comforted (arches his back) and he will still occasionally hit the nearest body if he feels his food or a toy of his is threatened. But gone already are the days of refusing to sit in Mommy or Daddy's lap for any period of time, of eating food more quickly than we ever knew any human being could, of hiding in a far corner with food or a toy... the list could go on...

In Russia, we dreaded having to take C out, as an outing meant guaranteed fit-throwing (all-out, screaming-on-the-floor fits) and regular time-outs (which were no fun for any of us, as a time-out meant holding a screaming child who was fighting to get away with all his might until his will was broken and both parties were sweaty and exhausted, while perfect and disapproving strangers who don't even speak the same language or ascribe to the same culture looked on). I am thrilled to report that since we arrived home two weeks ago, C has never had a fit in public (of course now that have written this, it pretty much guarantees us a fit in public really soon- LOL!!!!!). Now, going out has become something we look forward to :0)

Praise God C's little spirit has been freed now! He is so full of life and just seems to love everything and everyone. Even the most mundane tasks are fun to do with C, as everything is a new adventure for him. It is such a thrill to see life through his eyes! We are blessed beyond measure to call him our son!