Sunday, December 20, 2009
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Compassion & Willingness ~ Part 2
Exhaustion is what I remember most from that day. We'd been up most of the night either waiting for or holding Baby L. We'd started the doctor's appointments at 9 and just made it home by 2 to get two sleepy girls and a sweet boy down for afternoon naps.
Thursday was filled with normal day to day activity mixed with organizing all the clothing, formula, bottles, bibs and diapers we’d been given over the past 24 hours. We were up in the middle of the night again with a feverish Ella Grace who complained of a headache. This brought with it another trip to the pediatrician’s office for a flu test! I wasn’t that worried about her having the flu. She’s a relatively healthy kid who could fight it—I was worried about the sick little boy in our care. If he got the flu, it was a different story. Thankfully, she was negative for the flu and positive, instead, for strep throat. It didn’t go unnoticed by our doctor, as he advised that we try to get Baby L into a different home: one without school aged children bringing germs home. We made the necessary phone calls to get that ball rolling and headed home for a day of rest.
After naps Saturday afternoon, Ella Grace seemed to perk up, so our plan was to head out as a family of 6! Baby L woke, though, with labored breathing and after a quick phone call to our pediatrician, it was decided that a trip to the ER was necessary. As we tried to get everything we needed, we strapped the girls in their seats in the van, and Baby L in his on the kitchen table. We gathered paperwork and heard the baby’s cough and gag; we both turned to see him spit up from his mouth and nose. We snatched him from the car seat, and as we cleaned his face, his color grew increasingly blue. We realized he wasn’t breathing. After a few seconds, he began to breathe again on his own and his normal color slowly returned.
Eric stayed with him at the hospital as they drew blood, did a chest x-ray, tried to start an IV, and gathered what little medical history they could. I spent the evening trying to make things seem normal for the girls.
After a few hours, it was decided that he should be admitted. I gathered a few things from home, and headed to meet Eric at the hospital. I arrived just in time to hold a sleeping boy as we were wheeled upstairs via wheelchair. It was reminiscent of the wheelchair ride I took while leaving the hospital with each of our healthy little girls.
The next hour or two was spent sharing our story with the doctors and nurses who would care for us overnight. As we shared, we literally watched one of the doctors wipe away tears. It was a truly unbelievable story. Eric went home to spend the night, and I was left alone in the hospital room with a little boy hooked to a beeping heart monitor. As I sat in those first few moments alone, I wondered with the Lord: How did I get here? I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not the mom of a sick child. The nurse and doctor referred to me as “mom” but this child wasn’t mine. How did I get here?
Monday, December 14, 2009
Miracle
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Compassion & Willingness
As we lay in bed that night waiting for a knock on the door, our minds went into overdrive. What did we need to do to prepare for the arrival of an infant? Looking back, it's comical--we had no idea there was nothing we could do to prepare for the arrival of this particular infant! We quieted after a few minutes, and I watched the shadow of the ceiling fan bounce from the reflection of the moon.
I had a nagging feeling that I needed to pull out some notes I’d jotted a few hours before as I read in Mark 1. I resisted the urge for a few minutes reasoning that I needed rest—that Eric was trying to sleep. After a few minutes, I grabbed my Bible from the floor beside my bed, and in the glow of my cell phone looked for what the Holy Spirit wanted me to see. Jotted in my notes was the word “compassion” with the reference, Mark 1:41. I glanced over in my Bible and read the story of Jesus healing a leper; verse 41:
“Moved with compassion, Jesus stretched out His hand and touched him, and said to him, "I am willing…”
The Holy Spirit's voice was clear: we’d been given compassion by a God who values the orphan and a willingness to obey what He’d asked of us nearly a year earlier—to open our home in foster care. I identified, on some level, with Christ compassion for that leper and His willingness to help him.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
A Glimpse of Our Hearts
Many, if not all of you know, that for the past year God has had our family on a crazy journey involving foster care.
Please don't be hurt or offended if you haven't heard that we had a second placement. Our goal is not to exclude anyone, rather it is to protect the privacy of our family and to protect the confidentiality of the child in our care. In so doing, it's taken us a few weeks to process all that happened in the brief time Baby L was with us. It's a long story. But it's an amazing story--one that we feel is worth sharing.
Before I share, I want you to glimpse our hearts.
When people find out that our family is a foster family, we get one of two responses:
"Wow! I could never do that!"
or
"Oh, we've always thought about doing that."
Our advice to both types of responses is usually,
"Don't do it! Unless God's called you to it--if He hasn't it's not worth it!"
Not exactly the billboard for foster care that we probably should be, but, we've learned that it's hard--it's the hardest thing we've ever done as a couple and maybe ever done in our lifetimes--and if it wasn't for the God of the Bible teaching us more about who He really is, then it wouldn't be worth it to us.
So, as I share in the next few post the long story about our short time with Baby L, please see that our hearts are not that it's about us. It's about Him. There is not one moment in the time we had with Baby L that either of us would say was "us."
God's presence was with us in a way that we've, frankly, never felt before but that we long to feel again for always.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I Have So Much to Blog About
...our be-a-u-tiful Christmas Tree.
I would tell you about Katie's first hair cut.
But the picture pretty much says it all!
I could update you on her paci success! On a side note, she wouldn't accept the balloon offered after her haircut. You don't think I've forever turned her against balloons? Do you?
Or I could share about her success in moving into a big girl bed.
Is it just me, or has she grown way up in the past few weeks?
I could write all about the sweet RHS Cheerleaders who let the girls "cheer" with them at the basketball game. The girls think they're so cool now!
It's just that all that is so yesterday's news.
For now, I guess, I'll apologize again and remind you all that...
...we love you from the bottom of our hearts!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Bye-Bye, Papi...
We prepared "papi" for flight.
A little pre-flight nievity.
With her cheerleaders!
Kissing "papi" bye-bye.
Thinking about it...
...thinking it's not such a good idea!
Someone forgot to tell her she's wearing happy pants!
Okay, so, maybe if everyone helps, she'll let it go?!
Nope!
Oh, there it goes!
Blowing kisses.
One last good-bye!
And she's officially a big girl.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Santa Fe Recipe
Here's how I do it--it's a pretty no fail recipe--add what your family likes and delete what they don't!
1 lb. of hamburger (browned)
2 cans of kidney beans
2 cans of pinto beans
1 can of corn
1 can of diced tomatoes
1 packet of taco seasoning
1 packed of ranch dressing mix
Toss it all in a crock pot, give it a stir; 4 hours on high or 8 hours on low. Serve with sour cream, shredded cheese, and Scoops (I promise, you won't even use a spoon).
Also, if you're interested, here's the recipe I used for the cupcakes. Obviously, my frosting went wrong somewhere--it still tasted good even if it didn't look as pretty as the original!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Weekend Visitors
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
The 8th Annual...
The menu was the same as it is every year: Santa Fe Soup served with cheese, sour cream, and Scoops.
The kids ate caramel apples (we cut them then they dipped them in caramel and chose a topping like chocolate chips or sprinkles--the least messy caramel apples ever!) for dessert.
And the adults enjoyed Pumpkin Spice Cake with Maple Cream Cheese Icing.
The kids dug out pumpkin guts.
Moms and dads planned...
...and carved.
And--whaaaalaaa!! Some pretty cute finished products, don'tcha think?
We crafted:
Hunted for bones and assembled a skeleton:
Filled treat bags:
And awed at an amazing sunset!
Thanks, sweet friends, for 8 great years of memories! Until next year...
Friday, October 23, 2009
Friday Funnies
Annabelle: Who has been stuffy this week. "Momma, my nose doesn't have any air in it."
Ella Grace: She and Annabelle were arguing over who would be who as they played house. As I tried to intervene: "Well, if she wasn't being SO ridiculous!"
Katie: I don't have a specific example, just that she answers "No" for every question even if she really means yes. The funny part is that her voice inflections reflect what it would really sound like if she said "Yes!" Cute.
Happy Friday!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Look At Me!!--UPDATED!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Happy Pants from My Happy Place
These pants are part of the result. Ridiculous fabric, right? I mean a clown would wear this print. I LOVE THEM! The girls love them. They make us happy.
Made in my happy place.
Now if my happy place would just organize itself!!
Want to know what else I've been working on?? Stay tuned for Halloween!
Okay, that last picture is a little embarrassing!