I am oddly at peace since plucking out my last adoption post. Most of that peace came yesterday. We had yet to receive any placement phone calls since being licensed for foster care. And then yesterday, all of a sudden, I fielded five inquiries! Apparently, there has been a problem with the call system, and… Continue reading foster beginnings
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arms wide shut
I had an “it’s not fair” week, last week. The infertility kind. Lots of crying. Lots of, “I don’t want any more kids.” Lots of angst and hostility toward my uterus. It was a pretty crappy week. In fact, if Adam had not kidnapped me to the mountains, I probably would have had a nervous… Continue reading arms wide shut
two years later…
Danny…kind, sensitive, a joy to parent –you love building model rockets with your dad –you are super grossed out by your sister’s new bra –you are very serious and diligent about your school work * The most surprising thing about you is how easy you are to parent. Ezzy…goofy, sassy, hormonal –you are developing physically… Continue reading two years later…
rejection
We were “rejected” this past November. Adam and I had started the required adoption classes, but had not yet completed our Homestudy when a friend called with a potential placement–we like to call it our quasi-referral. Among other things, I spoke with the birthmother on the phone. She subsequently chose a different family for her… Continue reading rejection
the proverbial they
“We decided to go with someone else.” is the dreaded phrase adoptive moms fear to hear (something bio moms never worry about). Adoptive Parent Translations: ‘You are not good enough for my baby.’ ‘You have too many children already, you don’t need another.’ ‘You are not exactly what we were looking for.’ WHAT?!? However you slice… Continue reading the proverbial they
molecular moments
We have a large family portrait that hangs in our living room. I love it so much. It is a beautiful reminder to me of the struggles and decisions Adam and I have participated in over the past five years on our path to create a family. Every time I walk by it, I smile.… Continue reading molecular moments
flashes of infertility
Two Christmases ago we were in Washington when I found out that I was pregnant, again. It ended up being my most painful and prolonged miscarriage for many reasons. A truly horrible experience. Heck, I am still paying it off because we were uninsured for a brief time. Flashing forward to this Christmas…we headed back… Continue reading flashes of infertility
a year of healing
It’s November. Those closest to me know what that means. I think it is getting easier. I really do. I was a bit weepy the first week of the month, but then nothing. I don’t think about our first lost baby as much as I used to. I knew the ninos would slowly and eventually… Continue reading a year of healing
all mine
When in public, I am usually asked if the children are “all mine?” I have learned that this question has many connotations–good and bad. I think the questioner most often means, ‘am I the biological mother?’ They are intrigued by the small gaggle of four brown children. Which, as my blogging friend, Wendi, just posted… Continue reading all mine
a bundle of firsts
I know we all continue to experience firsts throughout our lives. Over the past 10 months, with my kids, I have tried to document every first that I notice so that I can make up a little for the undocumented firsts of their past lives. I know that it won’t be enough, but I am hoping… Continue reading a bundle of firsts