Life Passing… In Photos

Life often seems to rushed for me to pull out the “big” camera and take “proper” pictures (which, I was once told by a photographer teacher, isn’t really proper unless you take them on the Manual setting which I have never done well. So in reality I have never taken a proper photo I suppose)… and so life is recorded on my iph*ne and if there is a moment, sent to Instagr*m and FB… and all gathered together here for the sake of remembering.

Instagram LifeBeautiful tulips my mom bought for my kitchen. We were surprised to see the little hearts inside… perfect for Valentine’s Day!

Instagram LifeGymnastics… moving to fast for my iphone to capture good photos, but this one makes me smile.

Listening to the teacher...Listening to the teacher at Giselle’s gymnastics class…

Her own gymnastics class - she loves it! She loves every minute of it!

A message from Amara to me. When asked what it says, she said "You are loved, and precious. God made you and you are perfect. And it's a sorry list because I wasn't listening."

A message from Amara to me. When asked what it says, she said “You are loved, and precious. God made you and you are perfect. And it’s a sorry list because I wasn’t listening.”

Instagram Life

Sporting her big “puffs” after having her hair in yarn braids for 4 weeks. I love this style on her, but alas… it doesn’t last long.

Some of Kylar's recent artwork.

Some of Kylar’s recent artwork. I love watching the enjoyment he gets out of drawing, and seeing his talent grow. These pictures are his rendition of the artist’s drawing tutorial on this Yo*t*be channel.

Little Changes = Some Big Steps

We moved Giselle’s crib into Amara’s room on Sunday. Amara was SO excited, but Giselle didn’t really seem to clue in until it was time for bed that she was now sleeping there. She cried for a little bit, but settled easily and went to sleep. Both my girls bang their heads on the pillow to go to sleep. Amara has been complaining that Giselle is being too loud with her head banging… so I finally said “Just bang your head at the same time and you won’t hear her.” She did and they both went right to sleep. Funny kids. So far they haven’t been waking each other up too much – Amara is sleeping through more of Giselle’s noise than I ever dreamed she would. I’m just praying it continues.

Yesterday Kylar went to the dentist for a check up. I brought both of the girls so that they could see him in the chair, and watch the hygienist count his teeth. The girls both have an appointment next week, so I thought it would be a good experience for them to see brave, big brother going first. Amara has been nervous about going to see the dentist because she still uses a soother, and she is wondering what the dentist will say about her teeth. I know, I know – you are shaking your head in shock and awe at what a lackadaisical parent I am to let an almost 5 year old still have her soother. But I don’t regret it at all – she is a highly emotional gal and the soother has helped her cope calmly with life many times when she otherwise would have had a really hard time. A good friend of mine who also happens to be a dentist and an adoptive mom has reassured me that as long as Amara gives up the soother by about age 5, there is a 95% chance that her teeth and pallet will return to a normal shape, and that it was worth it for Amara to use this to help her self soothe.

OK, back to the dentist story. When we were leaving for Kylar’s appointment, Amara had her soother in her mouth. I said “You better leave it here, because if you take it – it is staying at the dentist office.” She said she wanted to bring it to the dentist, so I quickly scooped up her other soother and we brought both of them! I didn’t really think she would do it, but as I was paying Kylar’s bill, she dug them out of my purse and gave them to the dental hygienist. She has been going to sleep without her soother and without much fuss for the first time in her life! We are all so proud of her… and when she has had 5 sleeps with no soother, I am taking her on a special trip to the Disney store where she can buy pretty much whatever she wants (because this mom was ready to promise her the moon if it meant getting rid of the soother without too much trauma!). She wants high heels. Done and done!

I wouldn’t have chosen this time for her to make this step in her life – I want her to be able to fall asleep as easily as possible with the girls newly sharing a room. But as usual, kids do things best when they can do things in their own time.  I am so thankful for another answer to prayer – that getting rid of the soother wouldn’t be a traumatic switch for her. Instead we actually have a fun story to tell about her transition to being soother-free!

Who knows? This could be the last time I get to hold this beautiful girl in my arms and rock her to sleep. She is growing up so fast! I'm not happy that she is feeling ill, but I'm soaking up every second of this moment of being able to comfort her on this way.

A few nights ago Amara wasn’t feeling well. She fell asleep in my arms on the rocking chair. I’m so glad I took this photo as it is the last one with her and her much loved soother. And who knows? Maybe the last time I get to rock my big girl to sleep on the rocking chair. I treasured every moment.

 

3 Months Home

Gained 4 lbs
Grown almost 2 inches! 

Today marks the 3 month anniversary of Giselle’s arrival into our family. I am happy, and so – SO relieved to say that “everyone” was right. 3 months has been a big milestone in feeling like we have reached somewhat of a new normal for our family.

Even though Giselle doesn’t look too happy about us being “Finally Together”, I think she secretly is….

The first month or two after her arrival feel like a blur. It’s probably better that way. I was reading through my journal recently and while I don’t write often, I have tried to be very honest in what I do write because I need to be able to look back and see that she has (hopefully) grown and changed.

Sept 17, 2012 (starting week 6 of cocooning)
Slowly we are adding some things to our days, but our days still feel very long and lonely. I am so tired of feeling like a failure at this. Today I had serious PMS – along with weeks without decent sleep -along with Giselle being so cranky from weeks without decent sleep… It’s a bad, bad combination.
We have good moments. We even have some good hours. But often this is what the day often looks like;
~ Giselle wakes up grumpy because she has been awake fussing from 11:00pm-4:00am. ~She is mad when Amara strokes her cheek at the breakfast table, and hits/spits/bites Amara.
~She is mad when Amara touches her chair at the table, and SCREAMS
~ She is mad because Amara is playing with a toy she had an hour ago. And SCREAMS!
~ Screams when Amara wants to sit and play with her. Screams when she is hurt, or when the hurt simply could possibly have happened.
~Amara freaks out when Giselle has a toy she has never played with but now she suddenly wants. Amara isn’t obeying at all (yelling “NO!” to me at every thing I ask/tell her to do something)… and she certainly isn’t innocent in all the reasons Giselle is screaming.
~Amara is having rages 1-2 times per day. They stress me out more than anything. The blank, glassy look in her eyes at the end of one breaks my heart. I hold her and weep. I want my happy, love-song singing girl back!

Honestly… while I think Giselle is cute, and I’m so glad she is home… and while there are moments where I do really feel affection for her, I often feel as though I don’t like her. And yet at times she can be very sweet, funny and so, so cute.  Can you say GUILT?

We have seen this sad face so much in the past few months… but it is becoming more rare – Yay!! Thankfully this time she was crying because the photographer picked her up and she was NOT impressed. That’s a good sign she knows who her family is and isn’t willing to go with just anyone!

Today:
~ Giselle and Amara woke at the same time, and crawled into my bed for morning snuggles. Amazing – there was no fighting over who could be the closest to Mommy!
~ Giselle ate her breakfast well. That is usually a good sign…
~ The girls played in their room off and on, running into the kitchen with their baby dolls in the strollers. Sitting on the stools talking on their “phones”.
~Managed to gather Giselle’s stool sample for our third round of testing for parasites (I’m sure she still has them).
~ Lunch, then off to naps. (YAY!)
~ Amara wakes up first and watches her movie.
~Giselle wakes up and starts watching the show but isn’t really interested so she sits on my lap and reads books with me.
~ After the movie, they have a snack and run off to play. Amara puts on a music CD in her room and they dance/play with their polly p*ocket toys. I can watch them play from a video camera in Amara’s room – they do so well! I make supper.
~ At dinner, Giselle refuses to feed herself. It isn’t that she doesn’t like the food, she just doesn’t want to feed herself. So it becomes a power struggle as this is becoming way to frequent. She ends up sitting at the table for an hour, then off to bed. She is very restless in her sleep tonight, so I can tell it will be another long, long night.
All in all – I think Giselle had one time out. That must be a record!!
I  know beyond a shadow of a doubt, my mindset is a thousand times better right now because I have had 5 nights of good sleep. One of those nights I actually managed to sleep completely through the night! It has made a huge difference in how much I am able to handle, how much I can give affection even when I don’t necessarily feel like it at the moment. I like my little girl right now. Of course I love her – there has never been a question of that. But sometimes like and love can be worlds apart… and right now I am rejoicing that they are closer than they have ever been.
The most amazing thing is seeing little signs that Giselle is still bonding and attaching to me even though we have had such a rough start together. Lately I keep thinking about one of the signs of attachment – when a child runs to you and shows you a toy they have found/are playing with. I couldn’t remember her really doing that. Today she brought me toys to see at least 3-4 different times. It’s these little things that we completely take for granted with our biological children – but they are cues that they child is attached and feels loved. Somehow, in all of my own sleep-deprived, stress induced temper tantrums, this little girl has still allowed her heart to open up to me. To show me affection, to trust me with her love.

Recently I wondered silently to myself when she would come and tell me she loved me on her own accord – without it being in response to me saying it to her. Literally 2 minutes later, she came running to me for a hug. I knelt down and gave her a big squeeze and she quickly said “Love ya, Mommy!” and ran off. It was God’s gift to me. Letting me know that He is still the one in control in the midst of this slowly calming storm.
It’s not only Giselle who has improved. Amara is a completely different kid than she was in the weeks after Giselle’s arrival. She is back to being… herself. She sings love songs to us. She dances. She makes us laugh. The biggest change I see in her is because of Giselle. I see her sitting and playing with her toys. I can honestly say that Amara’s room was rarely a mess before Giselle came as she didn’t really play with her toys. Now, her room is a disaster from all the stuff they have been playing with – and I am so happy! Amara used to just get into things she shouldn’t.  I felt like I was running after her all day and couldn’t take my eyes off of her at all. Now she is normally playing something with Giselle or they are sitting and reading books together. She will play with play-dough for long stretches. She will play pretend MUCH more than before. And she is starting to take her big sister role more seriously. To watch out for Giselle and be her protector. I am delighting in the growth I see in her. I love watching her just seem more settled and happy as she has a play mate with her all the time now. Giselle is generally happy to follow her around and play what she wants to play, so their personalities are a great match that way as Amara likes to take charge. Yes, they still fight over toys. Yes, some days I can’t take my eyes off of them for a second or someone is screaming, but those days are more rare.
Not that long ago I seriously wondered if our family would every recover. Amara especially. Now I see it confirmed when I knew God told me Amara would need a sister. And obviously Giselle needed one too. Kylar is just a great stabilizer. He loves to rough house with Giselle, and make little games to play with her. She is generally more willing to listen to him and co-operate than Amara is, so they have a lot of fun together (and Amara is learning to co-operate with Kylar more if she wants in on the fun).
Giselle adores him. She often goes to him first when she has had some little thing that hurt her, and he always directs her to go to me for comfort (the big owies are automatically mine). He loves being the big brother, and playing the role of protector and can’t wait for the day he has a reason to stick up for them for some reason. I have always said he has the heart of a knight, and having little sisters really brings that out in him.

*photographs taken by Julie at www.papercastle.ca  She is passionate about adoption, so all her adoptive families get a 10% discount. Thank – you Julie!

Giselle – In Our Arms for 10 Weeks

Giselle in Haiti – July 2012

Giselle in Canada, Thanksgiving October 7th, 2012

A fellow adoptive mom recently posted that she isn’t writing on her blog because ever since her daughter came home, it feels like everything is changing so fast that she can’t keep up. That is so true here too! So many times in a day I think “I need to write about this, or that” and then once the peace of evening falls on our house, I forget it all. This post is super long. A huge no-no in blog world, right?  I get my blog printed into books as a permanent record for our family, so I will write everything I can think of now as a record for us. Please don’t feel obligated to read it all.

All in all, I can say that Giselle has made HUGE strides in the past 2 weeks. Her confidence is blooming. Her funny, silly self is peeking through. Her love for her Daddy? EXPLODING! It’s a wonder to watch. I am going to write in bullet points (another blogging no-no) because I just need to record some of the things she is doing/saying – before they disappear in the wind.

~ She calls Amara “Amara’s” – probably because we so often tell her “That’s Amara’s toy/Amara’s turn”.

~ She has such a sing-song way of talking. There is a definite rhythm to her words. I wish I could record that here.  I love hearing her talk.

~ Let me put her sleep into perspective. When she first came home, I stayed in the room with her from the time I started to put her to bed (7:30) until she woke up in the morning. I would sit on the bed and work on the computer, but didn’t want to leave her side in case she woke up. She slept SO restless – constantly moving and shifting… upside down and back up. Crying a LOT in her sleep, often waking up. Almost every night, awake from 12:30am – 4:30am. And back up at 7:00. NOW… We put her to bed in her bed, say goodnight and leave the room. Lately she hasn’t even fussed about us leaving. She is sometimes (not often enough though) sleeping through the night – and her head generally stays on the pillow which means she is having a much more restful, deep sleep. When she does sleep well – 12 hours per night, 2-2.5 hour naps! I can’t even begin to express how this has made our whole family a much happier, more peaceful place as everyone is more rested and the other kids get more mommy time.

~ Her sweet, melodic “I love ya!” and “See ya later!”. I love it when she says “Come here, Amara!”, and when she comes up to me out of the blue and says “How come?”. This makes me laugh – how do you respond to that when it isn’t even a question in conversation but used as a conversation starter? I have started to say “Because mommy loves you!” and she seems happy with that. I often hear her walking around saying “Happy, happy, happy”. I’m not sure if she understands the meaning of the word – but it makes this mother’s heart glad to hear it.

She loves helping me by putting the dirty cutlery into the dishwasher.

~ Food. Of course if anything is going to be a control battle, food will be because how do you force someone to eat/swallow their food? I will be open here – and many of you might disagree with my tactics, but it has worked for us. Often Giselle would eat something very willingly one day (i.e. soup), but when presented with exactly the same thing a day or two later, wouldn’t even touch it. This was after being home for about 6 weeks, so it wasn’t that everything tasted that unfamiliar. I finally did what I did with Kylar when he would do the same thing as an early toddler. I would take her cheeks in one hand, and spoon the food into her mouth with the other. She would be upset for a moment… but then would usually happily eat the rest of the meal. Now if she refuses to even taste something on her own, I offer her one spoonful and it isn’t an issue to get her to open up. She usually loves what we are eating and will clean her plate. If after one or two bites I can tell she just really doesn’t like it, I will give her rice and beans or something similar. On the other hand, if she isn’t in the mood for something, she will also chew and chew and chew – for up to 15 min on one bite! This is frustrating, but not impossible to deal with. Sometimes I set the timer and whatever she hasn’t eaten when the timer goes, she has to leave until the next meal time (we feed her every two hours so she certainly isn’t starving). Again, I make sure this is only for things I know she has eaten and liked in the past. She is (usually) eating a few bites of raw carrot, cucumber, peppers and lettuce. This is HUGE as most of her diet in Haiti would have been very soft and thoroughly cooked. She also eats hamburger, steak, chicken and sausage. It has taken her some time to get used to the texture of meat, and to be able to swallow it, but she usually does fine now.

~ I always had a feeling that Giselle would be Daddy’s girl. Both Kylar and Amara were more mommy’s kids, so it really was my hope and prayer that Giselle would have a special bond with Darren early in her life that our other kids didn’t develop with him until they were older. I really think this is coming true! She is so happy when he is around on the weekends. She follows him around, wants to be picked up and carried by him… she really loves her Daddy. She still prefers me for bedtime and when she is really upset she comes to me which helps me not to feel totally left out ;)

~While she is strong willed, she bends fairly easily. Placing her in her “time in” spot (she is on my chef’s mat in the kitchen by my feet – never left alone in another room as a punishment) is very upsetting for her. She will wail for about 20 seconds and then say “Oui Momma” with big nods of her head. She will give hugs, say sorry, give and receive kisses and be on her way. But of course she still has to test the limits multiple times per day. She is a 2 year old after all! The hard thing with discipline is the sneaky little things she does. Things that might mean nothing to us, but I have learned she means them as disrespect. Like tapping her teeth together at me. A quick little spit in our general direction. Or biting her tongue – pointed at Darren. I have found that if I let these little things go – she escalates into hitting or biting in a very short period of time. It might seem to someone just watching that I am being very strict with her, but I have learned what she means by them.

~ When she first arrived home – every answer to our questions would be “NO”. She would even nod her head and say “no”. Now, she says “Oui” or lately “Yup!” to almost everything. Both ways can be frustrating as I don’t really know what she wants. “Giselle, do you want more food?” “Oui!” so I bring her another serving and she cries because she was done. Slowly these things are working themselves out as she acquires more language – and is figuring out her own body. In Haiti she was fed and given drinks when it was time. Now I am asking her if she is hungry/ thirsty. This has been a real learning curve for her as I believe she didn’t really  pay attention to her body’s signs before.

~ It’s so fun to watch her dance. She is very shy about it – quite self-concious actually. But when she forgets herself and lets go – it’s so cute! We say she has “old lady moves” because she does! But then she can also have some really good moves when she allows herself to be free. Sometimes she comes up to us, giggling like crazy and does a silly dance for us, then runs away. I love hearing her laugh!

~ Giselle and Amara – their relationship is blossoming! When Giselle first came home, she would freak out if Amara came close to her or me. If Amara kissed her, she would scream as if Amara had taken a bite out of her cheek… now Amara is happily greeted in the morning. She makes sure Amara has a good night hug and kiss before bedtime. And they go outside to play, or have long tea parties together. Of course somedays it seems a large portion of their “play” still involves squabbling, taking toys away, not sharing… but it is all so much more “normal”! So amazing to see Amara blossom into a big sister, and to see Giselle copy everything Amara says and does (which isn’t always a good thing!). They have dance parties together in Amara’s room. Amara dresses Giselle in dress up clothes… they walk around together in their dress up heeled shoes… I love it!

Casual tea time with Amara

~ Kylar is so good with Giselle and she generally just adores him. He loves to chase her around the house, swing her around, carry her piggy-back… She does walk into his room without permission and destroys his Lego creations (accidentally) in short order which drives him crazy, but other than that, they click really well.

~ And me? I confess I sometimes forget where Giselle has come from and how much she has gone through in the past few months. It just feels like she has always been here. Yes there are days I wonder how I can handle 3 children well. There are still some days when I feel like I am babysitting and days when I get tired of feeling like a “bad mom” because I worry about how many times I mess up with her. But mostly she is just here. Ours. I almost forget how terrible the long, long wait was. Almost. And then something will happen that reminds me, and it all comes crashing back in a hurry. It really is a traumatic and stressful experience to go through. For those of you still in the middle of the wait – don’t underestimate how hard the process (wait) is on you (your body, emotions, spiritually) and on your family. I felt like it took over my life and thoughts, so much of my time and attention. I’m noticing that my parenting sucks right now. Partly because I haven’t been reading and educating myself like I usually do. There are so many things to catch up on, but now my mind feels more free to be able to do that. And maybe when I actually get about a week of good nights of sleep, I’ll actually be able to process what I’m reading!

We are so thankful you are home Giselle. So glad that God chose us to be your parents. I hope we learn from you what God intends for us to learn, and that you always know how dearly loved you are.

 

 

 

 

The New Pet

High up on my list of things to do this spring was to purchase a caterpillar-to-butterfly kit. Kylar loves anything to do with nature/animals, so this would be right up his alley and tie in with our homeschool science year on creepy crawling things.

But, my mind being where it was this spring/summer (Haiti), I didn’t actually get around to doing it. Then Kylar started reading about how to care for a butterfly and I felt even more guilty.

A few weeks ago we were going for a walk past a large field when Kylar spotted this little butterfly flying very low to the ground. It would flutter for a bit, then stop. He walked up to it, and it seemed to “know” him. It crawled onto his finger, and stayed there. He remembered all the things he had been reading about butterflies, so he was really excited about this little guy. He carried it home,
made him it’s own little L*go home,

Exploring the “grass” in his new home

put out cut up fruit for it to drink, and hand fed it sugar water from a Q-tip.

See it’s proboscis “sucking” up the sugar water

He was SO excited and proud of this butterfly. It was allowed to fly “freely” in his bedroom, he knew how to pick him up without damaging his wings, and delighted in seeing the butterfly gain strength after being fed.

Of course we know this story has a sad ending. Kylar had a scheduled sleepover with a friend and left butterfly in my care. I was instructed to make sure it had fresh sugar water on the Q-tip before bed and in the morning. I followed the instructions, but I never saw it again after Kylar left. For days Kylar wondered what could have happened to it until he found it dead in a closed drawer (insert sigh of relief that mom didn’t kill the butterfly! But so sad for him that he didn’t have more time with it). I’m so glad I didn’t decided to wait to take photos until later.

I love Kylar’s fascination with all things created. I love watching him grow into a young man who is exploring what it means to have his own personal relationship with the Creator.

Just really love, and really enjoy this kid.

Week 6 {In Which I Break Down}

This has probably been one of the hardest weeks. Not in terms of the children being better or worse than normal, but in terms of me being burnt out.

I have tried to be very aware that the process of adoption – all the highs and lows, the excitement and depression… all of it can come crashing down after the adoption is over and result in a post-partum type of depression. Being aware, unfortunately, doesn’t mean it won’t happen.

I don’t know if it has been a depression as much as it has been a HUGE lack of sleep (Giselle is still up multiple times per night with often a 2-4 hour awake time during the night… and of course if she does sleep well the other kids have needs that wake me up) which started about a month before we traveled to Haiti. It has been feeling so at a loss often with how to make this all better, how to encourage it to all mesh together into something we call “our family” again. It has been the isolation from family and friends, and lack of routine in our lives.

A whole lot of fighting and screaming only a few minutes earlier. When it got so quiet I was very suspicious – only to find them sitting and reading stories together! Amara LOVES to be able to “read” to someone, so this is a huge blessing for her.

Tuesday was my lowest point. I have to admit, it isn’t easy for me to write about this here! I am not an overly private person, although it would be easier for me to tell you about Giselle’s struggles rather than my own. But they go hand in hand… and someone out there might need to know they aren’t the only ones who did or are going through something similar.

Back to Tuesday. I started out angry. To be honest, it is mostly a blur as to why I was so angry. I think it was Giselle waking me up about 4-5 times, Amara up 2 times, Giselle awake completely from 4:00am until 7:00am when I finally was able to sleep for 30 minutes before everyone was awake for the day. It was just the last straw. For those of you who don’t know me well – I am a night owl, so falling asleep before 11:30 (at the earliest) is almost impossible for me without a sleeping aid. Ideally I need 8-9 hours of sleep per night to do well, and even then I don’t feel fully *awake* until 10:00 am. It isn’t conducive to parenting young children! I was frustrated and upset with the kids for everything – and of course, Giselle not sleeping most of the night didn’t put her in a great mood either. It was a disaster. I spoke with my sister in the late morning and somehow that switched me from the anger to just deep, deep sadness (which was a good switch). I cried on the phone. I cried when I read Giselle her stories. I cried while the girls napped (thankfully Kylar was spared as he was out for the afternoon). I cried when my friend T called about maybe having that visit we have waited so long for… and so she came on her own without children. And she didn’t make me talk about it, but made me laugh about things completely unrelated to my situation. She helped me figure out clothes for the girls for our family photos next week. She probably saved my sanity. But when she walked out the door, I cried some more. Darren came home and took charge. I used a gift card a friend had given us for ordering dinner out for days such as this (Bless you J!!). We ate, he sent me to bed in our spare room by 9:00. Of course I couldn’t sleep, but at least I was alone – not wondering when Giselle would wake me up. I could think, pray and read… but it still took a glass of wine and some melatonin before I could fall asleep (at 11:30 of course).

And that was the day I decided that cocooning was over (hello Costco!!). And that me sleeping in the same room as Giselle is over for awhile too. She is doing well with Darren in the room at night. He does much better on less sleep than I do, therefore I am sleeping in the spare room until I feel recuperated. Last night was my second night sleeping through the night, and even though I woke up with a head cold, I felt much more in control and at peace than I have in weeks.

First time sitting in a shopping cart… on our way into Costco. Oh, how I have missed Costco! (although my bank account hasn’t)

It has been humbling to me to have my children help be my strength. Kylar giving up some alone time with me because he can see I just need to be alone during the girls’ naps sometimes.  Amara comforting me when I cried through Giselle’s story time and telling me that I am the best mommy in the whole world. And also humbling to have Kylar gently tell me that when I wake up grumpy, our whole family is grumpy for the day, which is true and I needed to be reminded of that. How quickly Giselle seeks resolution with me, and forgives me when I mess up.  I really have amazing children and I am so proud of them!

I also ordered Max Lucado’s book “Grace” which happened to come on Tuesday. It has been a good reminder to me – about God’s grace for me, and that I need to have grace for myself as well. Also, so very thankful for an online community of people who have brought home their children from Haiti, the wisdom and support being shared there. God is answering prayers, helping us to heal slowly but surely. I have so much to be thankful for.

Week 4 (The Honeymoon is Over)

I could think of a lot of titles for this past week of cocooning. “In Which I do Everything I Hoped I Wouldn’t Do”, or “When Loosing it Seems Like A Really Good Option…Oh Wait, I Did That”.

This morning the girls squabbled over every little toy. Amara had a really good, long rage. She fought me on every.single.thing. Finally I had enough. I packed up the kids to go to the local store. This is the first time Giselle has been in a shopping store since we were in Haiti – and the few times we went in Haiti were probably the first times in her life. So this is VERY new for her.

The problem is, at home we have one doll stroller and one doll shopping cart. This simply can’t be! I was SO tired of mediating the who gets what when, that I just had to go buy another stroller. I found a little one for Giselle, brought it home (she did great with the shopping BTW – she’s born for it! lol). And they fought because of course the strollers didn’t match. So, I drove the 3 minutes back to the store and bought two matching little strollers. It was the best 50.00 I have spent in a long, long time! There was PEACE, blessed peace as they walked all over the house, out the backyard, and back in the house with their dolls in the strollers. Of course they will find other things to fight about, but for now – ‘not taking Giselle shopping until after 6 weeks of cocooning’ was the best rule I ever broke.

As for the honeymoon? Timelines typically state that a child will “honeymoon” for the first 4-6 weeks home. You know; they will actually listen to you. They might think you are wonderful. And then not so much. Darren and I were shocked when she first came home because we would say “Giselle, vini isi!” (Giselle, come!) and she would COME! So strange. I have NEVER had a 2 year old who actually came when told on a regular basis. So, now she is more of a normal toddler. She pretends she doesn’t hear me when I say “don’t touch, come here, don’t hit, be gentle…” those types of things. And so this is where I Do Everything I Hoped I Wouldn’t Do. Well, maybe everything is too strong a word. But, when a toddler (a)ignores me, then (b) gives me a defiant look when the command is reiterated, then (c) spits at me… all that nice attachment talk goes flying right out my head. And this is when she becomes simply my daughter and my kids do not get away with that. BUT, how to parent that? Not sure. I’m probably doing it all wrong, but she sits in a time out (“time in” for you adoption experts) spot in my kitchen right by my feet. She might even get a little flick on the mouth for spitting. The great thing is though, her heart is still soft. When she sits there and she knows she is in trouble, she will say through those big, huge tears on those amazing eyes with eyelashes that curl all the way up to heaven; “Momma, please?” and I will melt and say “You mean ‘sorry’?” “Oui, Momma, sorry.” And she heaves a big sigh of relief as I pick her up and say “I forgive you” and “I love you” and her favourite… “Giselle is a good girl. Bon file Giselle” Her face beams, she gives great hugs and is off to play with Amara.

While I can see her will shining through, and while it can drive me to distraction, it is such a great sign!! She feels safe enough to explore the boundaries and push them. Healthy kids do that. Safe kids do that. She accepts that correction isn’t the end of my love for her. She is learning to forgive when we make mistakes with her as well. Giving Amara a hug after an altercation is really hard for her, but we make her follow through… and she does.

Food is another area she is digging her heals in. She has never before had such variety in her diet, so picking her favourites and wanting only those is where she is at now. She would eat yogurt, cheese and drink milk all day long if I let her. Not quite sure where to go with this one. For now, she can refuse dinner, I can refuse her dessert… but she knows a bottle is coming at bed time. We had a long, hard battle about it yesterday but I’m not willing to make this an ongoing huge issue right now. So… I guess we will take each meal as it comes and feel it out.

On the up side, Giselle gave Amara hugs today – a bunch of them without being asked to! She still loves her Ky-la-la, and Kylar is happy with the adoration since it’s mutual. She is definitely Mommy’s helper. If she could follow me all day and help me tidy up, and help me with whatever I’m doing, she would be happy. I’m liking that! She is very tidy and particular. Her doll needs to sit in the stroller just right. She cleans up toys after herself quite often. She LOVES the clean up song – I’ll ride that for as long as it lasts. I was showing her the wonders of the vacuum yesterday. I’m thinking a hand vac might just become her favourite toy, and I’m really ok with that. Darren has also successfully put her to bed a few times! Not without some tears, but hopefully it gets easier for her.

As for the “Loosing It” title. I do that. A few days ago I was really, really upset that my plans to tidy the house during the girls’ nap didn’t work out because Giselle woke up 30 minutes early and refused to go back to sleep even though she normally does… it just threw me. I can’t stand chaos, and the house was way past the state of chaos. So, instead of just thinking of something for her to do – as she really doesn’t mind sitting in a chair with something to work on quietly at the table… I was really, really frustrated. I ended up putting her in her booster seat with some books and it would have been fine – had I not done it in anger. Poor girl. Learning to have grace for myself as well, but really, really wishing I didn’t have to. Just wish I could do it well. I sat down afterwards, looked her in the eye and hoped with all my heart she truly understood when I said “Mommy sorry.” She nodded her head and happily accepted my hug. Thankful that Dr Purvis often says that healing in the brain can occur faster if, when you make a mistake you make it right… even faster than if you never made mistakes to begin with. Isn’t grace amazing?

Giselle feels like part of the family. More and more, she truly feels like my daughter, and not just a child I am caring for. It takes time I know this, but I wish it didn’t. I wish I could tell you that it is all rainbows and ice cream sweet. That bonding happened the moment she was in our arms. A type of bonding was there. But now it is a knowing bonding. Knowing how she sleeps. What she does when she is nervous. What she likes to eat, her favourite books. How she hugs so tight around my neck. And how she whines to try and get her way. Her beauty, her tears, her small little voice when she tells me a “story”. An amazing, beautiful little girl that God chose for our family.

The Beginning of the End

The email from Rachel on Friday…
Denise
The dossier is now at Immigration. I will have the passport next week. and then go to the embassy.
Praise the Lord
Rachel

That email is the beginning of the very end, my friends! The end of laying awake at night wondering when the next step will be finished. Or when the next step will begin. I will be praying that passport through (because I know we aren’t done until we are on that plane for Canada!). And then begins the next chapter in our lives.

I have purchased tickets for us to fly to Haiti. Our family day (otherwise known as “gotcha day”, but I’m not fond of that term) will be August 1st! Everything seems to be falling into place beautifully, and while I wish in some ways that we were climbing on that plane tomorrow, I am also thankful for the time to finish preparing, catch up with friends whom I won’t see for awhile, and pack. I’m thankful that it isn’t a mad rush to get ready and super stressful that way. I thought it would drive me crazy to have to wait the 2.5 weeks to fly out, but I really feel so much peace.Just having a date. Just knowing that the end of the wait is in sight.

Looking for us to come get her ;)

"Mommy, are you almost here?" (pushing her face against a window)

It was fun to tell Amara her sister is REALLY coming home! She jumped up and down and squealed with delight. We got to tell Kylar the news when we picked him up from his week at Bible Camp. He was so relieved, and excited to know we are done with the waiting and wondering.

Meanwhile, Amara has been pushing limits like never before. Kylar is feeling very out of sorts and wondering if this means we will never have time for him again… they are both so happy, but feel the change coming. I am trying to soak in every day of life as we know it, and balance that with my to-do list that grows every day we get closer to leaving.

God is putting some huge blessings in place for this trip. I really can’t get over how so many details are coming together that I couldn’t even have imagined. I will share soon. God is proving again, how He is the Redeemer of our lives.

Ruining our Children

One of the questions I often get when I try to explain cocooning to people is “What about your other kids?” and whenever I hear that question, it threatens to expose some of my own heart’s concerns and fears. Is it fair to isolate my other children during this process? Will they be resentful – even harmed in some way by cocooning with us?

While our lifestyle lends itself to cocooning being a relatively easy transition, I have tried to be proactive in this particularly in regards to Kylar. I have assured him that he can still go visit his friends. That he can go for sleepovers if he wants to, and we will try to do the best we can to ensure he still has a life outside of these walls. I worried that he would feel resentful as we haven’t registered him for any activities for the fall, and we aren’t sure that we will.

I guess maybe I should have asked him if he wanted a life outside of ours, and not just assumed he did.

Recently as I was tucking him in for the night, he said “Hey mom? You know how you said I can still go see my friends when we are cocooning? Well, maybe I don’t want to. I think that for at least one and a half months, I want to just be home with you guys because I don’t want Giselle to think that I am just always leaving the family.”

So often parents wonder what adoption will do to their at home children. And they should. There are safeguards that need to be put up. Preparations to be done, information to be gleaned. There is a need to be very conscious of what the other children might be going through – especially if the transition ends up being difficult. But what surprises me over and over is how they want and need to be part of the process. Kylar is learning to see things through his sister’s eyes. How she might perceive his coming and going. He understands cocooning. It just makes sense to him. While I appreciate his heart, I will still encourage him to go visit friends during those weeks. If he feels he really needs to stay home I want him to stay because he wants to, not because he might feel guilty if he goes. But I dare say that 6-8 weeks growing with his family is probably not the worst thing he could experience in his life.

He also told me that it just feels so wrong to always know that part of our family is missing. To know she is so far away and we can’t care for her. How he is so ready for us just to be done adopting for a little while so we can have a life where we aren’t always missing someone.

He spoke the words of my heart completely. I love doing this journey with Kylar. I love how he surprises me with his knowledge and understanding. His heart and passion for a sister he barely knows, and who mostly rejected him when he did get to meet her.

Then tonight Amara prayed this:  ”God, thank you for my family. Because we love each other soooo much. Thank you for Sister (what she calls Giselle). God please, PLEASE bring Giselle home soon because we are SO tired of waiting for her to come home. I want to hug her and kiss her, and sing love songs to her and play with her. Please God, bring her home really really soon.” (if you know Amara at all, you know this was said with much inflection and enthusiasm. This little girl is dying for her little sister to come home…)

Yes, be prepared for what adoption might do to your other children. It might just ruin them for the better.

Cocooning {Part III}

I think cocooning can sometimes feel hurtful to family and friends who have supported the adoptive family for so many years. You have prayed with us, shed tears, questioned, rejoiced when something finally went well – and will be SO excited when Giselle is finally ready to come home.

And then we tell you to please stay away. Please don’t touch her. Don’t be part of our lives for a time. I get that. As a matter of fact, it has been so very hard for me to give space to friends who have finally brought their children home – even though I know how important it is for them to have that time together.

Can I just assure you that, while we are so looking forward to having Giselle in our arms, I am not looking forward to this time of isolation? That everything inside of me will want to drive to your home, your workplace, our church – to throw the largest “Welcome Home” party this city has ever seen, to show off our beautiful new daughter! It will be hard, but doing what we believe to be the best start for her is more important than our desires.

There are ways that you can still be part of our lives. It is likely that we will need you more than ever in this adjustment time!

~Airport Party! – if you live in our area, one way to get a sneak peak at Giselle will be when we land at the airport (don’t forget your camera!) Yes, some adoption experts don’t agree on the large airport party, but I think it is important for us as her family – and for you if you are able – to see her as she enters our city. To rejoice with us on the completion of this step of her adoption. Walking through those doors, knowing our friends and family are waiting on the other side is the best feeling ever! And yes, Darren and I will argue about who gets to carry her through ;) We will be happy to show her off from the safety of our arms.

~ Verbal Support – just hearing that you support us in doing our best to help Giselle adjust and heal is such a balm to our spirits. We will be questioning ourselves throughout the day with her, so hearing your words of support and encouragement via fb/email/text messages might just be what helps lift our spirits to get through that tough moment when we feel at a loss. We might not have a chance to get back to you right away, but know we appreciate you!

~ Family Support – Giselle will take up a lot of our waking hours for the first while. But we desperately don’t want our other children to feel neglected or left out. And we certainly don’t want them to feel like prisoners in their own home for 2 months as Giselle adjusts. For those of you who are in our day-to-day lives, we might need you to take Kylar out for a play date with your kids. Or Amara to her gymnastics class one week. Or simply take them to the park for a few hours to get some breathing room and a sense of normal life.

~ Meals – I have some amazing friends who have actually offered (or at least not run the other way screaming when asked) to help me make freezer meals. I am aiming to have 60 meals in my freezer before Giselle comes home. My most amazing sister-in-law (Hi Kristin!*) has offered to plan for us to have hot meals brought a few times per week for the first few weeks as I can imagine that thinking about dinner – even a freezer meal, might feel overwhelming somedays. For those of you who will be willing to help with this, please know I still can’t let you come inside to meet Giselle. And believe me when I say “it will hurt me more than it hurts you” because everything inside of me will want to drag you into my house to meet my beautiful baby.

~ I will need to hire a housekeeper to come in about once per week to help me stay sane. While the housekeeper is here, we will be outside (weather permitting or downstairs if not), or perhaps making a trip to the doctor. If anyone knows anyone (wink) who is reasonable – and will not be picky about my house being in order before they come, I need that name, please!

~ Yes, I did say making a trip to the Doctor. Of course keeping her home completely, all the time will not be possible.  While it is our goal to be home as much as possible, I also need to find out why her tummy is so bloated. I need to make sure she doesn’t have any parasites or other issues that could easily be passed along to other family members. So fun. So if you do happen to see us out and about… no judging please ;)

~PRAY!! Please, please be praying. I would love a prayer team with people assigned to different family members. I need people praying specifically for me, others for my children, for my husband, and our family as a whole. I realize that we can do everything that human knowledge says is good and wise… but if I don’t have the wisdom that comes from my God who already knows Giselle intimately, and the rest of us completely… we could still end up in a bad place. We need God more than anything through this. We are desperate for Him to be our guide, our safe place, and our strength. If you feel you would like to partner with us in this, please message me at nausd @ ymail . com (no spaces).

~keep reading here. I am hoping to share as much as I can about what our lives are really like after her arrival home. It is a really hard balance in blog land – to know what you should write in order to make other waiting families more aware of what they can expect, and to encourage other families who have “been there, done that” that they are not alone… with not wanting information on the web that could someday be hurtful to Giselle or the rest of my children. I will be praying for the wisdom I need here, but I really believe that too many waiting moms blog, and then the children come home we see a few nice posts about how happy everyone is… and then they disappear. Some because life is really good and they don’t feel the need to blog anymore (and that’s fine). Others because life is really hard and they don’t know want anyone to know. God is raising a passion in my heart for post – adoption support for families and I am hoping this will be a good place to start. If I can keep my eyes open long enough to write, that is.

*if you would like to reach Kristin about meals, please email me and I will put you in contact with her.  nausd @ ymail . com (no spaces)