Friday, May 29, 2009

Quick update

I don't have much to report, but didn't want to leave anyone hanging, either. First off, my friend's mother has recovered enough that she was able to be driven back home to Kansas. She has been transferred to hospice care there. The hope is that she will be more comfortable in her own home.

Secondly, the P family has all been reunited with their new children. The plane ride was survived and everyone is starting the process of readjusting. It's tiring work finding a new normal, but even with a few bumps here and there, the process seems to be going as smoothly as could be hoped.

Lastly, I'm still pregnant. I'm sure everyone has figured that out since there has been no post along the lines of 'They're here!" with thousands of pictures of cute babies. Tomorrow is 37 weeks, which makes them full-term. So I can have them any time. Really. Any. Time. Waking up at night is extremely painful due to the sciatica and muscle cramping. Last night was so bad I briefly thought perhaps I had been having silent labor and was in transition. No such luck. Walking is somewhat painful, also due to the sciatica. I've known 90 year old women who are more agile than I am now. Let's just say I'm pretty pathetic. My newest obsession is that I will go all the way to my due date (or later). I have a history of being overdue and the way nothing seems to be happening, I'm beginning to think I will not be having these babies anytime soon.

I will be sure to have someone post when (if?) these babies arrive. But, until then, I'm not sure that I will have much to post...it would be just a lot of me whining and not very interesting to read.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Ecclesiastes

Right now I'm feeling very much as though I'm living out the verses in Ecclesiastes about there being a time for everything. For me, personally, I'm doing fine. I had yet another level II ultrasound yesterday and saw another maternal/fetal medicine specialist. And the result (after a very long appointment) is that there is no previa of any kind. Baby A's head is engaged and where it is supposed to be and there is nothing in the way or close to being in the way. Both babies continue to look good, and based on measurements, they could both be 6 1/2 pounds. I am really ready to have these babies soon.

But perhaps not this week. Because as many of you know, Ecclesiastes says that not only is there a time to be born, but there is a time to die. One of my closest friends had to move her mother into hospice care over the weekend. I don't expect her mother to last the week and I would really like to be available for her, even if it's just being a listening ear and trying to organize some meals for them.

Plus, if these babies wait until at least next week, my other very close friend (mother of the P family) will have returned from Ethiopia. (They have the children's visas...just have to survive the plane ride home.) And as anyone who has adopted knows, the hard work will begin. It is joyous, exhausting, sometimes frustrating, and sometimes scary to bring new, older children into a family.

All three of our families are going through some major life transitions at the moment. Usually these things happen to one family at a time so that the other two can be really helpful to and supportive of the third. But not this time. Though as a wise woman pointed out to me last night, it does give others a chance to help where sometimes there is little room for others when all three families are fully functioning.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Friends

Mrs. Broccoli Guy has given me the Friend award for my blog.

The Rules:

These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbon of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.

I'm going to bend the rules a bit and award this to 9 other bloggers. For the past year a half, a group of adoptive parents who have children from 'the province who must not be named' have been supporting each other as we wait(ed) to bring our children home. Most of us have brought our children home, but there are still a few families who are waiting. Some have passed the two year mark. Eighteen months was bad enough, I can't imagine two years and counting. Without this group of people, some of whom I've never met in real life, the wait would have been much more difficult. So, visit their blogs and rejoice with the families who have their children home and pray for those who still wait. (This is particularly appropriate since one of Mrs. Broccoli Guy's sons is from the same province.)

In no particular order:

The Duda Family

The Stevens Family

Jacob's Road Home

The Wise Family This is the family we travelled with to adopt K.

For the Child

with Honour

An-ticipation Still waiting

Taco, Sushi, and Pho Also still waiting

The Leonard Family

There is also one more family still waiting to bring home triplet boys, but they don't have a blog to share. ****edited to add the blog address: The Mann Family *****

We have all agreed that once we all have our children home that we are planning a big reunion with everyone. (Can you have a reunion with people who you've never met in real life?) As we are about as spread around the country as is possible (Alaska and Guam are even represented), it will be no small feat to arrange. But some of our children spent the first two years of their lives together in the same orphanage, and while they may not remember each other, it is a bond we would like to maintain. Plus, it would be wonderful to finally meet the people who were so supportive during our time of waiting.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

The P Family

Remember the four extra children we had a couple of months ago? Well, all the courts have been passed and approvals acquired and the mother and eldest daughter are at this very moment on their way to Ethiopia. Some of you asked if they had a blog you could follow. Well, at that point they didn't, but now, the oldest daughter (one of M.'s best friends...you knew her as P16) has started her own blog. Here's the link:

http://onedaughtersjourney.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Don't get excited...

because no, I haven't had these babies yet. I haven't posted anything because there isn't anything to post. That is, unless my handful of readers really want to slog through daily detailed accounts of my day. It might go something like this: Wake up, decide if the sciatic pain of sitting up is going to be less than the sciatic pain of lying down. Go downstairs (slowly) and drink a couple of large glasses of very cold water while sitting in a chair. (Here's an interesting aside: did you know that craving very cold things is a sign of low iron? I'm already taking iron supplements, but I could probably use more.) Either go right back upstairs (slowly) and get dressed before my blood pressure plummets or sit in the chair, wait for my blood pressure to plummet, recover, and then get dressed. Encourage everyone to work on their schoolwork. Fall asleep in chair, waking briefly either when asked a question or when children run screaming through the room. Tell children to fix themselves some lunch and not to forget to give K. something. Either fix myself something to eat or convince an older child to go get me a hamburger. (It's the red meat/iron thing.) Encourage children to do chores/entertain themselves/play nicely/do yet more chemistry. Check email and blogs while sitting in a different chair. Move to first chair and fall asleep. Wake up, realize it's nice outside, shoo everyone out and sit outside in a chair. Come back in, look at what I've planned for dinner, try to think which child is in line to make dinner, and get them started. Direct the making of dinner from sitting in the chair. Wait for J. to get home. Eat dinner. Go back upstairs (slowly) and read to A. and P. while J. takes care of K. and then reads to the little boys. Go back downstairs (slowly) and hope we have a movie from Netflix here that I want to see. Watch movie. Wish it wasn't time to go to bed, but get ready for bed anyway. Sometimes I'm able to fall asleep, other times I just can't, so I go back downstairs (slowly) and see what there is to see on Netflix instant view. Watch some mediocre TV show (or 2) from my childhood, go back upstairs (slowly) and go to bed. Repeat.

See, be glad I don't post this everyday. Myself, I'm rather tired of the routine. If I could focus on anything I would read a book, or knit, or finish a cross stich project I've been working on. It's all beginning to drive me a bit nuts. In normal life I just don't sit around that much. I like to do things, cross things off to do lists, keep an eye on what the three year old is doing. When I'm sitting down I often wonder why I just don't stand up and do something. And then I stand up...and sit back down, remembering why I was sitting in the first place. Cleaning bathrooms (my least favorite household chore) is even starting to sound good to me now.

One bright spot: as a shower gift, a friend of mine gave me some money with which to get more prints made for our photo albums. I have been able to make use of my sitting by uploading pictures to have prints made. I have half of them here now and can start putting them into albums. This is something my addled brain can handle and has given me something to do. (Thank you, E.! You really don't have any idea how much I appreciate it.) By the end of the week I might be almost through the year 2007.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

This is the....

picture I should have posted to go along with the mention of K.'s one-year anniversary:

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Surprise!

Last night was the end of the year party for the volunteers of our church's midweek program (which the children's choir is a part of). Unbeknownst to me, it was also a surprise baby shower! Everyone did a great job of keeping it a secret...even the young adults who volunteer whom I see on almost on a daily basis. It was wonderful. I now have some really lovely new things for these two little girls to wear, and since the clothes I have have already gone through three girls, that's really nice. There were also some books, and gift cards, and a diaper bag (something I've never actually owned). I feel quite blessed and loved.

We have also been blessed by friends and family giving us some of the 'big' things that we didn't have doubles of (cribs, high chairs, etc.). One friend, who has twins herself, has provided two car seats plus some other things. (Thanks, L.!) We feel quite prepared as far as baby 'stuff' goes. I even splurged and bought myself a new sling...this is a pouch-type that supposedly will accommodate two small babies at the same time. I can't wait to try it out.

All of this helps to make it seem more real that we are going to have two new babies living here soon. I am particularly bad at really believing I'm walking around with a baby (much less two) growing inside me. Emotionally I just can't seem to make the jump from all the discomfort to a sweet little baby. It isn't really until I'm holding the baby in my arms that I realize the baby actually exists. (And yes, the babies kick and move, but really I feel more like I'm in the movie "Alien" than having a baby.)

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

I feel as though I'm on a roller coaster

So, yesterday I saw the OB to discuss what the ultrasound findings meant as far as having a c-section. He was not very optimistic based on what he saw on the ultrasound. With vasa previa, the baby's blood is involved and labor can be very dangerous, if not disastrous, in that situation. He was mentioning scheduling a c-section at week 35 or 36. I went home to process the information, certainly not wanting to endanger my baby's life, but not being excited about surgery, but being done with this pregnancy sooner was appealing. I was also instructed to schedule another level II ultrasound at the hospital so the maternal/fetal medicine specialist could look at what was going on.

By coincidence (if you believe in such things), I was able to get an appointment at 8:50 this morning. I really liked the specialist (unlike the previous 'dire-warning-let's-jump-to-the-worst-case-scenario' doctor I saw there the last time). He was very low-key and non- alarmist. According to what the specialist saw, I don't have vasa previa. The cord or vessels or whatever they were looking at seems to be my blood and not the baby's. Baby A's head also seems to be below the veins which would mean it is unlikely for the cord to prolapse. All this to say, the specialist seemed to think there was no reason I couldn't deliver the babies naturally. He would just want to have someone do an ultrasound to check the cord placement once I start labor. So now I'm feeling relieved that everything seems to be fine, I won't have to have surgery, but who knows for how long I'll be pregnant. (According to measurement, the babies are 5 pounds and 5 pounds 2 ounces. That's a gain of 5 oz and 7 oz since last Thursday.)

Another thing the specialist did was to completely relieve any worry about Baby B's kidneys. With the amount of dilation she has, it seems the most intervention she would need after birth is antibiotics to protect against infection if the kidneys are still having difficulty draining. When a specialist says that something doesn't need to be worried about, you know you don't need to worry.

With the recent pregnancy drama, the one year anniversary of K.'s adoption has been completely overlooked. It's hard to believe it's been a whole year since we were in Vietnam. It's the feeling that he has always been part of our family, yet didn't we just travel to bring him home. I know I've blogged before about how well he's doing and how different he is from the scared little boy we brought home. It's probably a good thing he is going to be a big brother soon. For the first 9 months or so, there was very little he could do wrong in the eyes of his brothers and sisters. Even if it was a bit naughty or rude, they were willing to overlook it because he was so darn cute. But, that honeymoon is ending and their patience for him getting into their stuff or hitting or spitting at them (something J. and I have always tried to curb), is seeming a lot less cute. I was beginning to be afraid that K. would turn into the quintessential youngest brat, despite J.s and my best efforts. At least now he'll have some competition.

One last item of news which isn't earth shattering but will complicate how our home runs in the next couple of weeks is that our grain mill motor broke this morning. (We grind our own wheat and use the flour for all our baking. Yeah, I know, not something everyone does, but it sure tastes good.) Now I have to box it up and send it to the repair center. The only bright spot is that it is covered by a lifetime warranty...too bad they don't do loaners.
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