Tuesday, February 21, 2017

My Stitch {Adoption Post #7}

We've had this little person in our house now for 16 months. He's almost 21 months old!  He's going to be 2 before we know it and I'm in denial. 


He loves shoes and boots and going outside. He calls cars "chaws", cows "mooes" and is awesome at saying thank you "teen-too!"


The only thing he wants my iPhone for is to talk to Siri. Over and over I hear a double beep and then "Sorry, I didn't get that." and "I'm not sure what you said.".  He says "nigh' nigh' Bye BYE!!" when we put him in his crib and he falls right asleep. It's magical.

It takes him a long time to really wake up in the mornings and he hates it when we turn on the light to soon. He's completely attached to the bear he was given by the judge on the day of his adoption and brings it with him when I pick him up out of his crib. 

He runs away after I take off his clothes and tell him we need to get him dressed. And today I found him butt-naked lounging on the couch watching Cars. 


 He folds his arms for prayer by putting his right hand one top of his left hand, tucked up near his chin, mumbles words while we pray (like he's saying his own prayers) and says "amen!" when we do.

He loves to be chased and loves to be surprised -- to the point that he jumps. He thinks it's the coolest funnest thing ever.  He has the best belly laugh and the bluest eyes. 


Bryce and I are both learning this parenting thing as we go; he keeps us on our toes! And as hard as parenting is sometimes (when he throws his plate full of home made pasta on the floor without eating a single bite, when he poops in the tub for the second time that week or when he pushes the chairs that I keep in the hall --away from the table-- back to the table and climbs up on it and stomps around the table to show that he's up where he shouldn't be......) it's the best thing that's every happened to us and we try to smile when he's naughty as we figure out how to teach him not to climb on tables and throw his food. 

He's my little Stitch. I really feel like Lilo sometimes from this scene:


Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Tears

Bryce is working late tonight so Ty and I got to spend lots of time together just the two of us. We sat down on the floor together and he pulled out book after book and we read our favorites. 

As I read books with such sweet simple words about love and snuggles and happiness I cried. We would turn the page and read another short beautiful sentence and I'd cry some more. 

Yesterday, I put him in overalls for the first time and he looked so adorable and boyish and big; I cried. 

The doctor, at his one year appointment, said I need to wean him off his bottle now. I'm not ready. I'm not ready for him not to be a baby anymore; I cried. 

I called my sister the next day and told her how I still want to rock him to sleep every night and I don't want to give that up; I cried. 

I've had a bad cough for the last week and my coughing scares Ty. So he'll be playing on the other side of the room and I'll cough once or twice and he'll careen around and crawl and fast as humanly possible to me and cling to me and softly cry until I tell him it's ok. So we cry. 

So...I guess there's just no shortage of tears around here lately. :)

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Not Always Just Dreams {Adoption Post #6}

I journal. A lot. 

Not necessarily at lot at one time but I try extremely hard to write down at least a little every day and most especially to write things that strike me as extra important or the things I never want to forget. 

Since bringing Tyson home, I've thought back on the days and months prior. Wondering what I was doing in the months of Kristy's pregnancy, what I was doing when he was born and what I was doing during the four months before he came home to us. 

I've loved going back and reading my journal to find out those things. And more importantly, it's been revealing and enlightening to how God works in our lives and how he prepares us, or helps us prepare ourselves when we have no idea at the time. 

***

Hindsight is 20/20....

There's an entry in my journal from February of 2015. It's the recollection of a dream I had had the night before. About a blonde headed baby boy, a few months old.  He was placed in my arms and I held him and he clung to me. I looked at Bryce and he leaned in to kiss his head and the baby stretched to him and laid his little head on his chest while Bryce kept his arms around both of us. I woke with one of the sweetest feelings I had ever experienced.

Kristy was 7 months pregnant. 

***

Then one day...on June 1st 2015 I felt a push to look online on Craigslist for a crib again. I had been eyeing a new one online for months and months and comparing and trying to decide when to do it.

 During the seven years of trying to get pregnant and going back and forth with foster care and then with adoption, I never bought baby furniture. I always wanted to but could never do it.

But that day I felt that big push, got on Craigslist and saw the most beautiful PERFECT crib I had ever seen with a matching changing table and rocking chair. I died and went to heaven right then and there.  



I bought it that day. Bryce was able to drive down to pick it up in the truck and I got to drive home behind him giddy out of my mind about setting up a nursery. 


Several hours away, unbeknownst to us, this little guy was born two days prior :


***

A week later I found curtains I adored at an estate sale for $5. 



***
Two months later, in August, I realized I had never made a baby boy quilt. Just lots of baby girls ones. I went back to Joann's and bought the fabric I had been eying. 



 That weekend as I started piecing it together, I got an email from a girl named Kristy who had given birth to a little baby boy two months prior. 


After a few days, things didn't work out and she decided to continue parenting. 
I finished the quilt and it went in the nursery front and center with the furniture and curtains. 




These all may seem like small details to some. But the timing, for me, is inarguable. The Lord was helping me prepare. He was keeping me focused. 

He was giving me hope.

Moments {Adoption Story Post #5}

We have so many moments we never want to forget. Just the smallest things, like how Ty would smile so big when we held hands or rocking him to sleep and Bryce and I looking at each other from across the room and realizing that This is real. This is it. He is going to be ours and we will be his.


I am thankful, so thankful, that the Lord inspired me to start writing in my journal a couple of years prior so that when these days came, I would document these moments forever. 
17 October 2015:
(This was the first night we had him after meeting him, almost a week before we were able to bring him home with us.)
"We're here in a hotel in Texas with baby things strewn across the entire room and our little guy sleeping soundly next to our bed. 
It's surreal and amazing. I can't believe it's happening. 
To us. 
Earlier this evening we gave him a bath and I combed his blond hair and put him in the jammies I bought for him yesterday.  I can hear his fast little breathing and every once in a while, he opens his eyes and then closes them again. 
I love him already.
Earlier today, when we first brought him to the hotel with us, he got fussy and was fighting sleep. I kept thinking of how my mom would sing to me when i was little to help me fall asleep. So i just softly whispered the lyrics to Hush Little Baby and then told him over and over 
You are loved, sweet one. You are so so loved. 
You are loved.
It feels natural and amazing and surreal."

Sunday, April 10, 2016

A Time For Everything {Adoption Post #4}

After meeting Kristy and Tyson, there was no question that we were going to move forward and that he was meant to join our family.  And as hard as it was leaving them after spending a weekend with them, we needed to return home to draw up all the legal paperwork allowing him to come home with us. 
(Our situation was different that normal....he was older and we had just felt strongly that we wanted to meet them prior to doing legal paperwork. I won't go into the reasons; it was just what we decided. It's not the norm to have to wait, if the birth mother is ready for placement.)

But thankfully, though we didn't want to leave him, we knew he was in the same loving hands he had been in for the previous 4 1/2 months and we had much to take care of at home. 

This week was ... awesome. Busy and fun and exciting. 

I told every person I could that we were about to adopt our baby boy. Even the cashier at Wal-Mart. I didn't care what people thought- I just wanted to share my joy with anyone I could 

We went to buy a carseat together....we went to Target and Bryce literally took down each car seat from the display to inspect, compare and learn all their features. We ended up leaving without one and going to Babies R Us, where he did the same thing....and we ended up leaving with the one that he deemed "the safest". 
(Thankfully that extremely expensive safe carseat was on clearance because it was last season's colors. Yes, thank you!)

It was exciting enough that the next day when I left for work I made sure to take a selfie with MY carseat in MY car. 
Best. Ever.
....and told my coworkers all about it when I walked in!

We only had a couple of days when we came home to do all the legal paperwork, get the house cleaned and ready, buy everything we hadn't previously purchased and let work know that 
THIS WAS HAPPENING!

So I cleaned like a maniac....


 Made sure everything was in place in his nursery....


And ordered this birth mother's gift for Kristy. Everything I could think if felt so small compared to the amazing....huge miracle of a blessing she was giving us. But I had to do SOMETHING. 
So I had this made for her. It has her birthstone and his on it. "I carry you in my heart"


And we packed again, only this time with everything we needed to bring our baby 
HOME.






Thursday, April 7, 2016

Birth Mama {Adoption Story Post #3}

It was August 13th.  
A Parent Profiles email popped up on my phone while I was at work. It wasn't rare for us to get emails from birth mothers and we had already had five or six fake/scammer birth moms (that's a whole other story) and two valid birth mothers who changed their minds or chose another couple. 

So I knew two things by then:
1. Don't get my hopes up too high
2. Assume every email is a real situation.

I took a break and read the email. She said she had a 2 month old son and she had hoped to parent and had tried but there was too much working against her and she felt that adoption was the right thing for him and for her as well. 

We talked for an hour and a half that evening. She told me her story. She told me about his birth and how much she loved him. She told me how she felt and how much she wanted him to be loved by a mom and a dad. She told me she couldn't give him everything she wanted him to have. And she told me that as much as she felt like adoption was right, she was still a little unsure.


She was the sweetest; I liked her from that first conversation. She was open and honest and real.
We talked more over the next couple of days and she decided to continue parenting. We had had this happen before but this time felt different. She had but completely open with us about her decision and the why's and everything and I could tell she was really trying to be a good mama and that is huge in my book.  I loved that she wanted to keep him and that she was so prayerful about it. 

So we stayed friends. We were friends on FB and we texted every so often. 

The rest of August flew by and then September. We had several more birth mothers come and go, mostly scams. But we kept plugging along knowing that one day it would be right. 

Turned out that that day was September 30th.
(obviously I have amazing texting skills....it should say "you can call if you want!")

She had been praying about it again and got a very clear answer that adoption was, indeed, the best decision for her and her son and she wanted us to adopt him. 

It was overwhelming....and exciting....and crazy....and I was excited I had just finished the baby boy quilt I had started on August 7th.

Heaven {Adoption Story Post #2}

Last night, as I was rocking Ty to sleep in the nursery in the darkness, I couldn't help but think back on those first two days with him. It feels like a dream. The whole experience was so surreal and different; it wasn't like anything we had previously expected. 

With private adoption (which ours was) you usually hear about adopting a newborn -- being at the hospital for or right after the birth, bringing home a tiny little wisp of life that depends on you 100% and being there to witness every 'first'. 


Ty was already 4 1/2 months old when we met him. He was already a pro at smiling and laughing.  He was already in size 2 diapers, was already trying solid foods, like pears and apple sauce, and he loved to hold hands. 

Kristy (his first mama)  and I had talked a lot prior to this weekend. We had a lawyer already but hadn't moved forward with anything legally because we all felt that because of his age (mostly but there were other reasons too) that we all needed to meet prior to paperwork. 

She had expressed her desire to have Ty stay with us in the hotel over night when we came to meet them so that we could have lots of one on one time with him and really get to know him.  It made us nervous thinking about trying to go a full night with a baby who's sleep patters and feeding patterns we weren't familiar with yet and who didn't know us at all. And legally we had to make sure we followed all the rules.  So we agreed to meet first and if things felt good then we would keep him overnight. 

We prepared in advance to be able to do it. We brought everything we could think of that we might need. The burp cloths and pacifiers and little toys. And thankfully within those first few minutes and even the first few seconds, we knew we wanted to move forward. 

Not only were our eyes glued to this tiny little guy with his big blue eyes but our eyes were trained on each other -- truly seeing one another for the first time. As parents. 


Watching Bryce become a father was something I had anticipated and longed for for years. The reality of it was better than I could have imagined. This man, who the day before was so nervous about his ability to parent and love a child who wasn't his own, was the most caring daddy in the whole world. I swear it was like a whole new branch of his personality grew in one day that had never been there before. 

He had Ty smiling and laughing so hard -- the happiest noise in the whole world.  They were the best pals from the first day and still are.  They love to play and giggle and just chill together.

It was heaven. Truly heaven on earth. 



Wednesday, April 6, 2016

30 Seconds {Adoption Story Post #1}

All I keep thinking is "WHERE DO I EVEN START?!?!?!?!?"

I guess at the beginning would be good...but I don't really feel like making anyone read a novel. So instead....yes, I am going to just tell snippets here and there. Moments that make my heart want to burst. Moments I never ever want to forget.  Moments that make me cry with happiness. 

Let's start with this one: 

Bryce and I got to our hotel, checked in and brought our bags up to our room on the third floor.  We unpacked a few things including the baby quilt I had made the month before, a package of diapers , wipes, a couple 3-6 month baby boy outfits and a new baby book.  I had picked up a rock and play and a co-sleeper that week so we would have options at the hotel. 
My phone kept going off with messages every little bit updating us on where they were and when we would be meeting.  I brushed my teeth...again and checked my makeup. 
Bryce hugged me again and we prayed together. 
We prayed that we would have His spirit with us that day. We gave thanks for all that had brought us to that day and we prayed for her. For this huge decision she was already making and that she would continue to have to make and live with for the rest of her life.  
Bryce hugged me again and I breathed him in. I swear he infuses strength into me whenever I need it most. 

We left our hotel and got to our car. I navigated and he drove. We stopped for gas since we would be early (as usual). We found the restaurant and Bryce backed into a spot (as usual) and we sat there smiling at each other waiting for it to be time.

We got out and walked inside. Bryce knew they hadn't gotten there yet because he didn't see their car. My response "you've never seen there car and they've never told us what they drive; how would you know?"  He responded, "One of the pictures she sent last week was inside a car and I could tell what it was." Oh my husband. 

We stepped inside the restaurant and sat down in the waiting area on a bench. Luckily it was the middle of the afternoon and not busy at all. We held hands and Bryce looked at me shaking his head and said, "I just have NO clue how this is even going to go." I wanted to say, "Right?!" but nervously just nodded. How would it be when they walked in? What would we say? What would she say? How would she feel and how would we feel? Would she let us hold him? Would he cry if she did let us hold him? Or would he know....

It was the next moment that Bryce saw their car pull in and I squeezed his hand harder. They parked and walked in. Kristy and her 4 month old, Tyson, and her friend's mother, Tammy. Tammy was holding Tyson facing her with a blanket covering him against the wind. When they came in the door we all knew each other  because we had skyped previously. 

And it was this moment that set the stage and the relationship that has continued since then. As soon as they walked in, Kristy pulled me into a hug along with Tammy. They took the blanket off of Tyson and let us see him. Then she gave him right to us to hold and insisted on taking a family picture. 


In that first 30 seconds of meeting Kristy and Tyson, all our fears of the unknown, all our worries and concerns over adoption and open adoption and bonding were laid to rest. We had so much ahead of us still to figure out but we knew from then on that it was right. 

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

It's Time

I suddenly have this intense feeling that I need to continue blogging. I love doing it and have been trying to get around to doing it for months but suddenly it feels more important than that, for reasons unbeknownst to me. 
So here I am. I feel like there is so much I want to say and want to share but let me preface it all by saying it's A LOT and it'll have to come snippets at a time, most likely, because
I'M A MOM! 

Hallelujah!
(truly and completely- I'm not using that word lightly. I mean it. Hallelujah!)

Thinking about writing about the greatest miracle we have ever experienced brings tears to my eyes. Yes, right now. Tears tears tears just thinking about it. 

It's been a year, this week, since we put our adoption profile online hoping, praying and waiting to be contacted by a birth mother wanting us to adopt her child. And now here I sit listening for my 10 month old to wake up from his nap in the next room....and he calls me 
Mama.

That information on its own makes it sound like the adoption process only took 2 months and leaves out so much hardship and so much joy but that's where we'll start for now. 

Along with this:


 Because I think about this often. 
 How her difficulties & her losses were my gains & my joys. 

She is an amazing girl and we are so very blessed that she came into our lives when she did and that she trusted us enough to let us take such a big piece of herself into our home to call our own.



Thursday, January 28, 2016

When Dreams Become Your Reality







It's real. It happened. 
I'm a mom.
Bryce is a dad.
 
We are in heaven Every. Single. Day.

**I am working on writing our story to share with everyone and will post soon!**