Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Lost in the Christmas Rush...

Got this from Girlfriends in God this morning and found it quite fitting and humbling as I try to plow through my Christmas baking with probably not the best attitude( seeing as how I was up with Emma from 1am-5pm this morning).

December 17, 2014
1 Corinthians 13 Christmas Style
Today’s Truth:
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.  But the greatest of these is love(1 Corinthians 13:13 NIV)

Friend to Friend
With Christmas just around the corner. it is easy to get so busy with the cooking, decorating and shopping that we forget why we’re doing all this in the first place. Sometimes, the very people we love get lost in the hustle and bustle of packed schedules, holiday parties, and Christmas musicals. This Christmas, let’s keep our focus on Jesus and celebrate the reason He came.
Several years ago I wrote a Christmas version of 1 Corinthians 13 to help me keep my focus on what Paul deemed most important of all…love.

1 Corinthians 13 Christmas Style
©By Sharon Jaynes
If I decorate my house perfectly with lovely plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights, and shiny glass balls, but do not show love to my family, I’m just another decorator.

If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals, and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family, I’m just another cook.

If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home, and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.

If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties, and sing in the choir’s cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.

Love stops the cooking to hug the child.

Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.

Love is kind, though harried and tired.

Love doesn’t envy another home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.

Love doesn’t yell at the kids to get out of your way.

Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in return, but rejoices in giving to those who can’t.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things.
Love never fails. Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust. But giving the gift of love will endure.

Let’s Pray
Heavenly Father, thank You for sending Your Son, Jesus, that starry night in Bethlehem. I am still amazed at Your great love for me. May I not lose sight of the true meaning of Christmas, but celebrate Jesus’ birthday with joy! Help me to give as You gave—with love.
In Jesus’ name,

Now It’s Your Turn
What are some ways that you can make sure to love your familywell this holiday season?
Are there any activities that you need to eliminate from your busy schedule to help alleviate over commitment? Is your family being neglected because of a hectic Christmas schedule?
If that question wasn’t painful enough, here’s another one: Is Jesus being neglected as you prepare for His birthday? Ouch! I just stomped on my own toe! Off to get a Band-Aid!

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Week One: Survived

It's been quite a week. 

 I remember saying when we had Little Miss that if all our babies could be as good as her we would have 10 more.  Our routine barely skipped a beat.

Well, we've had one more since then and it is quite obvious that Emma and Little Miss are very different babies!  Don't get me wrong, Emma is so adorable and we feel very blessed but she is not the happy, easy baby Little Miss was.

In all fairness, I didn't nurse Little Miss like I am doing with Emma.  This has presented many challenges this time around.  We had latch issues, constant nursing sessions( totally not exaggerating), etc.  I know in many ways breastfeeding is easier, but there are many ways that bottle feeding is easier also.

So I have been very tired, hormonal and quite frankly, sore.  Emma will not lay down on her own but has to be held all the time by someone.  This has really presented some challenges.  Luckily I have some great kiddos that have gone over and beyond to lend a hand and pitch in with Emma and the other littler ones.

We call Bubba the Emma Whisperer

He was the only one who could get her to calm down and sleep with out me having to nurse her.  We finally figured out it's because he bounces his leg with her.  She likes vibration!  We have no baby equipment with vibration though.  So I got the idea of getting one of those little back massagers that vibrate.  

This one to be exact:

It was like $7 at CVS and I just set it on her rocker or her bassinet to make the whole thing vibrate.  So far we have had some promising results.  Nothing earth shattering as of yet but there is hope.  

She's sleeping WITHOUT being held!
Do you see the massager at the top of her rocker?
It really is in there securely though in the picture it appears to be about to fall on her head.

This lasted about 15 minutes or so but STILL! 
 It's a step in the right direction.

We took Emma to the Dr's on Weds.  It was suppose to be on Thursday but her umbilical cord looked infected so they had us bring her in early.  It turns out it wasn't infected but was very irritated.  It was extremely swollen and bleeding.  Part of that was due to the fact that the hospital forgot to take off the clamp and it was catching on everything.  In turn, it was pulling the cord off prematurely.

Emma weighed 6 lbs 5oz, which wasn't terribly surprising due to the fact that she wouldn't nurse for the 1st day and 1/2 and then for the next couple days we were having latch issues. 

I think that sums up our week.  It wasn't pretty but we survived and things feel a little better now.

 It's not our old life by any means but we are finding a new normal...

And this new normal looks pretty darn sweet.

Many Blessings,
The Mama

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Heading Home and More Pics...

We'll be heading home today. I could have stayed one more night and we really considered it.  Our main bath is on the 2nd floor of our house so staying at the hospital with a bathroom a few steps from my bed is very enticing.  But I get stir crazy and felt in 'go mode' this morning so I went with it. So we should be leaving sometime early this afternoon.

Before I go on I will post the pics you are waiting for ;)

Meeting Emma for the 1st time.  This is right before my blood pressure plummeted to about 40 over 20 or something crazy like that.  It happens with a C-section/spinal block sometimes and the anesthesiologist was on it right away and got it back up in no time.

Snuggle Bug 



Can't get over how tiny she is!

With her Daddy

Not the best picture of Emma but here is Little Miss holding her.
She loves to give her kisses and hold  her hand.

I love that it never gets old for any of the kids when a new baby/child comes into our family.

Princess did hold Emma also but there are no pics of it =(  We will have to be sure to snap some the next time and I will post them on here.  Princess was signing baby and kept going over to give Emma kisses on the head.

We've had a couple very sleepless nights here.  Emma has finally got the hang of nursing but has hit her 2 day old stage of "I want to nurse all the time".  
But I am very glad she has caught on to the whole concept.

I am sore  from the surgery of course but doing well.  I have a praise that this time they did not use staples to close my incision!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They just used glue and dissolving interior stitches.

My 1st C-section had like 25 staples and the 2nd I think I had 19.  The staples always have skin that starts growing over them or gets stuck around them so when they pull them out before I leave the hospital it isn't very comfortable.  And for anyone who knows me well, knows I have very sensitive skin
(actually have a condition called Dermatographism)

Oh! And thank you to those who signed up to bring us a meal this week and next!  It so very much appreciated!!!  It's s nice to not have to worry about grocery shopping or coming up with meals.  It's still tough for me to move around very much so supper time would be a little too taxing for me at the moment.  

Shout out to my in-laws and my mom for taking the other 5 kids these past few nights so Hubby can stay at the hospital with me!!!  

Hubby has been such a big help now that babies room in with their mom 24/7
( no nurseries any more).

Shout out to him too( Love you honey!).

Ok got to get lunch ordered and changed then we will be heading out fairly soon.

Many Blessings,
The Mama

Friday, December 5, 2014

Please Welcome...

Emma to our family!

We are taking a family vote on the middle name.

7lbs 1oz
21" long

Last Belly Shots

39 weeks today

Just before we headed to the hospital.  Sitting(laying) here now and waiting for surgery.

Monday, November 24, 2014

WhyPeople think I am a 'Mean' Mom to Princess

I know many view me as too controlling and even 'mean' with our adopted daughter, Princess.  We do have to keep a tight reign on her for many reasons.  That being said she has a lot more freedom that 4 years ago when we first brought her home. But it's been a LOOOOONG road and there is still a LOOOONG ways to go.

One of the main issues is Princess has no concept of discernment.  If she allowed to do something in one situation then she thinks she can in all situations.  So we have to be very strict on what she is and isn't allowed to do, or a better word would be CONSISTENT.

Plus we deal with so many different issues because of Princess's past.  Things that most children don't ever have to address.  So that often leaves me looking 'mean' when  dealing with Princess and addressing issues that are well, non issues for most kids and families.

I wish it didn't have to be that way. Believe me.

So today when I came across this article I found myself nodding my head in agreement more than once.  Especially since we have been dealing with a lot of regression lately from Princess(issues and behaviors that we thought we conquered years ago that suddenly rear their ugly head again).

I wanted to share it with everyone to give you a little insight into how things sometimes are for adopted children and families.  So think twice before judging.

The expectations and realities of parenting 
a post-institutionalized child

Jeltje Simons
BGCenter counselor

Before adoption I never fully realized how much of careful planning and organizing would be needed to spend a quiet day at home or take my children to places, meet people etc. Before you adopted you too might have had ideas how your child would have friends and would be able to decide where to play in an afternoon without much of your intervention. I thought I would take my child to a swimming pool and it would be a relaxing experience and he would enjoy swimming, and my child would be attentive to me, and of course, my child would cooperate and be happy to be hugged by me.

Then it turned out that I cannot leave my child just to get on with anything, and if I do, he causes trouble, hurts my pets, breaks toys, steals food or other family member's belongings. Swimming is not that much fun either, he resents hugs and physical contact on my terms, yet is pushy and heavy-handed when he demands hugs on his terms.
My 8 year old needs a supervision level of a 4 year old and it is sad and worrying but true. In reality this means that he cannot just walk in and out of our backyard whenever he wants to play, he cannot play with other children without adult supervision, he cannot be left alone with his older but more vulnerable brother longer than 5 minutes, he cannot go upstairs to his bedroom during the day whenever he feels like it as he 'stores' food and other 'taken' things there. When he uses the toilet, the rule is that the door is slightly open, as he may eat cat food there and other things he gets his hands on (yes, I do feed him well!) - I want an access whenever I think he is up to something.

Of course there are adopted children who adjust more easily to their new families, and after an initial period they manage it quite well. Unfortunately a lot of adopted children have been not only through the trauma of abandonment and have acquired institutional behaviour that is now deeply ingrained, but they also have various degrees of brain and nervous system damage. And those children are very tricky to parent and it takes a long time and a lot of intervention to give them the best chance in life.
When I look at my child's and my own life as a child, there are a lot of differences: I could go to play at friend's houses whenever I wanted as long as my mother knew where I was, I could play in my bedroom whenever I wanted, I was allowed to cycle around the village, play outside by the river or on the street, I was free as long as I was home at 5 o'clock and my mother knew where I was. I was a "free range" child. When I compare the things I was allowed with what I allow my children to do, there is a world of differences.

My oldest is allowed certain freedom like cycling alone to visit my(!) friends (he does not have his own really). But my youngest child is very restricted even it is perfectly safe for other children to play outside in the place we live: it's necessary to keep him out of trouble and safe to function in my family. I prefer to prevent things going wrong instead of fixing the problem after the fact. And that is really what most post- institutionalized children need: not freedom but structure, and boundaries, and preventive parenting until they prove they are able to deal with more choices and ultimately with more freedom. Set up situations for them so they succeed, not fail.
I have to say there are periods when I feel my child can deal with more freedom, and I give him a tiny bit more of it, but at the moment when I write this, I just took all this newly gained freedom back (he was allowed to cycle in front of the house alone during the last 2 weeks or so) as I just discovered that he had broken my car's window wipers.

The answer was: "Because I felt like it'.

Straight back to parenting that 3 year old: no more cycling or playing alone outside for a while. And he gets to do some chores to 'pay back' the money I'm forced to spend to get the wipers fixed.

I have friends and acquaintances who do not agree or understand the rules I impose on my child. They see a very compliant, sweetly smiling boy and find it harsh that my child is not allowed to play outside; after all he asked so politely: 'Mom, can I please play outside?' I feel slightly uncomfortable saying: 'No darling, not now, you can play with the legos or read a book'. And of course he asks it at that moment when he knows I do not have full attention for him.
I get their questions, but I do not really want to share that last time he was alone outside, he took the garden tools and threw them in the ditch 500 meters away from my home, that he cannot be trusted as he leaves gates open, that he climbed on the car hood and scratched it with his boots, that he ties up the dog, that I found a lot of money under the bin outside, that he throws stones in the drainage pipes, etc, etc.
I quickly learned that the whole world has an opinion on how to parent my children, but they do not live with them 24/7 and attend meetings with the teachers who have no clue, and are not there to pick up the pieces when my child is overwhelmed by experiences at school, has a tantrum and is uncooperative and challenging. So, in case you do, stop feeling guilty that your child's life is restricted. Stop giving your child more freedom than he can deal with because you were allowed those things when you were a child, or your birth children or neighbor's children of the same age are allowed, so you feel it would be unfair not to allow the same to your adopted child. The reality is that it would be unfair towards your adopted child to allow them freedom they cannot deal with right now. Hopefully over time it will get better and they will learn to regulate themselves.

If you have to correct your child all the time because you have given him too much freedom, then it is difficult to keep the atmosphere in the house positive. Do not fall into the trap of arguing with your child when they point out that it is unfair that they are not allowed to cycle alone outside while their sister/friend is. You can say: "I understand that it is difficult for you not to cycle outside right now, maybe on another day you can cycle with your sister" or 'When you are 13 (the sister's age), you too can cycle alone outside".
Whenever we go out of the door, we have to deal with strangers; and if your child has an invisible disability this can be tricky at times.

Here are some examples of situations you might encounter:

When my oldest was just weeks home he had the habit of running away from me whenever given a chance, so I held on to his wrist to prevent it (he did not tolerate giving hands). The problem came when I needed to pay in a shop: the moment I reached for my purse he was gone. Then I decided to let him fold his hands and stand with his feet together whenever I had to pay. As he has autism, I needed to give clear instructions: "Fold your hands! Put your feet together! Stand here!", pointing just in front of my own feet. It worked wonders but people were looking at us with disapproval. After all they saw a 'totally normal' child, who was made to do such a weird thing.

When children are younger, it's more likely that total strangers would try to 'help' or give opinions when they see a child with challenging behaviours. When children get older the disability becomes often more obvious and strangers no longer think the child is spoiled or misbehaving. A 5 year old who has little eye contact is viewed as being OK (after all there is so much else to see in the world!); in a 15 year old the same behaviour makes people feel that something is 'off'.

We swim in a lake every summer and there is one changing room for the boys and one for the girls. You can lock the door in the changing room, but it is communal so of course you should not do that. Two years ago my oldest had a habit of locking this door; he would open it if people knocked. Obviously I told him a 100 times not to lock but he did it anyway. I choose my battles and did not think at the time that this one was urgent to address. How wrong I was! One day there was a man who wanted to get inside. He knocked and then started shouting 'open the door, open the door'. Knocking changed to banging on the door, his behaviour was out of control. No excuses for my child, he should not have locked that door, and of course the man did not knew the boy needed 20 seconds or so of processing time before he complied with the demand. Of course I apologized on behalf of my child but the whole awkward scene could have been avoided.

My youngest child would walk up to a man sitting on the wooden platform above the lake and sit down in front of him; he can take the hand of a stranger I talk to; he walks up to any stranger who smiles at him ....

How do you deal with children who behave inappropriately and involve strangers in their actions? Do you tell the child's diagnosis? Do you tell the child is adopted (this might be obvious if the child is of a different race). Do you explain the why's, the trauma's? Most people have no clue what kind of challenges adopted children face anyway. It depends. My oldest child has autism and this is a 'good' diagnosis when it comes to getting sympathy of strangers. Of course when I walked up to the banging angry man, he was super apologetic when I told him: "Sorry my son locked the door, he did not mean to let you wait, he has autism."

For my youngest it is a different story. He appears so bright for the untrained eye, his verbal skills are 'good' for the untrained ear. In my experience you can say to people what you want - they will still make up their own mind about your child. The child looks normal so that parent probably has a problem. So I take my child away from the situation (the stranger) and then talk about the rules around strangers, about his behaviour that was not acceptable and how he could have behaved differently in a similar situation (the rule about an arm's length distance, the rule about not talking to strangers, etc). And this is so difficult for him to understand, he knows no strangers. He has made progress to the extent that he rarely displays those behaviours when I am there. But if I turn my back then he's back to his old survival behaviours.
I do not address my child's behaviour with a stranger unless they were affected. I try to forget about it quickly, especially if it was an embarrassing situation and laugh about it afterwards. Like when my then 6 year old peed against the wall inside a car showroom; he thought he was outside I presume! After all cars are supposed to be outside....

Do you get fed up when well meaning friends or even teachers say 'but all children do this'? I know this, but the problem with our children is that their behaviours do not stop, are more extreme, take a lot of effort to correct, and are often appropriate for a child half their age, not their chronological age at all. This means that you should measure them by the norms for a child who is basically half their emotional age to prevent them from failing. In my case, would I allow a 4 year old to lock the toilet door? To play outside whenever they wanted alone? To play with friends alone without supervision? To be unsupervised for long periods of time? The answer is NO. Do I feel the urge to give him more freedom than he currently has? Not really, as he proves me right every time I give him that little more freedom...
 Parenting special needs children (and all children raised in orphanages are with special needs to some degree) is very different from parenting neuro-typical children. It sometimes feels more like a job than anything else, but I accept the fact that this is just how it is and going to be for at least another few years.I am optimistic about the future as I see progress and I see how they respond to intervention in a healthier way; how my younger one often just tells the truth when he got himself in trouble; how he now accepts consequences without huge crying sessions and tantrums. Maybe one day he can deal with freedom too and make good choices without my help.

Many Blessings,
The Mama 

Friday, November 21, 2014

Mockingjay Part 1 Movie Review

Hubby, Sissy, Bubba and I went to see the premier last night of last Hunger Games book-Mockingjay Part 1.

I thought it would be a little slow since the last book is being broke up into 2 movies.  Most of the action happens in the last half of Mockingjay.  My hunch ended up being fairly true but the movie is all laying the ground work for what's to come.  The movie reminds me of looking at a placid lake but just under the surface is a deadly current.  And that's what you feel in the movie.

The director did a pretty good job sticking to the book.  As always there were things that were left out that makes the movie seem a bit flat to me.  Some things were added. Books are always better.  Period.  But really they did a very good job sticking to the book.  Though I was upset they did not include on important thing in Katniss's requests of President Coin.

With that being said we have been singing The Hanging Tree all morning.  Can't get it out of our heads.  There is one scene that does not occur in the book but you can easily picture happening given what was going on in the districts.  It was very powerful and haunting and includes the song.  I think it was probably the most powerful part of the movie.

Sissy gave the movie 5 stars and Bubba, Hubby, and I gave it 4 to 4 1/2.

One thing that bugged  me the entire movie is that Katniss looked different. I couldn't figure out what it was but we all agreed.   I don't know if her face was just fuller or if it was her hairstyle or if she had work done.  Whatever the case, she looked really different to me.

And now we wait a full year for the next movie!  But I am glad they split it into 2 movies like Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.  That way they don't have to sacrifice too much of the details of the book to squeeze it all into 1 movie.

If you have seen it let me know what you think!  Just try to be careful not to leave any spoilers for other readers.

Many Blessings,
The Mama