Thursday, January 11, 2018

Hospital Woes

 
Just popping in to say we are hanging out at the hospital for a while.
 
 
We aren't sure how long the while will be and little girl is not really liking her new reality.
 
She's hooked up to an EEG machine and we have a roommate in the next bed (an itty bitty baby) which means she is confined to a very small living space.

 
We are making the best of the situation armed with her Kindle, non-stop cartoons and a backpack full of stuff to keep the cuss words at bay and the pinches and kicks to a minimum.  Hospitals don't necessary bring out the best in a newly adopted little girl!
 
Prayers appreciated as the doctors try to figure out the best plan of action for our little one!
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Bits of Time


Yesterday afternoon the temperatures rose just enough for me to bundle up little girl and send her out on the porch with her big brother. We stretch a gate across the stairs so she is as safe as she can be. I sat in my office and listened to the two of them playing and laughing and chasing a ball all around the porch.
 
Every five minutes or so she would call out to me to come. So out I would go, freezing and cold to see whatever it was that I must come see NOW.
 
 
I cherish those moments of laughter because honestly, right now, things for me are a bit rough in our little house on the hill.
 
We are still adjusting to our new norm, and I am probably struggling the hardest with the changes. Lack of sleep, the stress of Mary's seizures, behaviors that drain every ounce of reserve out of me, trying to scratch out minutes to get any work done, keeping house with three cooped up tornadoes, cold weather that won't let up.... I'm feeling a bit fried.
 
It's amazing what sitting and listening to laughter does to the soul.
 
For the hour and a half that they played on the porch, laughing and enjoying each other's company, I felt refreshed. It was a healing balm on my spirit.
 
Despite being in constant contact with her doctor, we are still no closer to decreasing Mary's seizure activity. We are waiting on genetic test results, have an MRI scheduled in the coming weeks, are changing meds and adding as many natural supplements as we can. We have another appointment this afternoon. We are grateful that we have a doctor who will call us on the phone, is actively involved and is trying his hardest to help Mary. We are also grateful to have another doctor who has been a total God-sent who is also actively helping us with our little one. Yes. We have considered alternative options and are in the researching and learning stage.
 



Emotionally, Mary is doing amazingly well. She is bonding to us and is figuring out how to wrap every single person in this family around her little finger!

The meds she is on affect her behavior, moods, sleeping, eating and intestinal track. Poor babe lost her appetite for about 3 weeks. Mealtimes were a nightmare as we desperately need to get her to eat certain foods to keep her system moving, and she rejected everything offered. Thankfully, over the last few days her appetite has returned and we are no longer having epic battles at meal times.

 
She takes her seizures in stride. Every few minutes she has one. But each time she just gets right back up and goes back to whatever it was she was doing. Her seizures are like hitting a pause button. Once over she gets right back on task. She never misses a step.
 
That's not to say that they don't hurt her. They are brutal on her body. She hits the floor, drops against furniture, slams into walls and falls off chairs. But, unless we were to put her in a strait jacket, or kept her in a padded cell, or locked her in a chair all day, there is little we can do to fully protect her. Her seizures are just too fast and unpredictable.
 
 
So we try as hard as we can to keep our dancing, twirling, singing little girl as safe as we can without tying her down.

She's a funny little girl. Her language hasn't quite taken off yet but she is understanding more and more of what we are saying. She has added a few English words to her vocabulary and a bunch of signs to get her point across. She is holding hard to a few of her native words, including a string of cuss words that come in quite handy when things don't quite go her way.

We know that one day we will look back on this season in our lives with fond memories. Until then we are hanging by our toes and finding pleasure in those bits of time that pop up unawares.

Like the laughter of two children swinging on a hammock together and calling for Mama to come and see!




 
 
 
 

Monday, January 1, 2018

I Underestimated

Lesson for this New Year's Day...
 
 
Never underestimate the power of prayer, the love the Lord on High has for orphans and what a handful of advocates can do.
 
I did.
 
I underestimated.
 
I've been yelling for several weeks and did see God moving but yesterday - when 38 babes still had not reached the 1,000 wall and it was evening and no one even seemed to be paying attention... I threw in the towel. This exhausted Mama went to bed. I told Rob it was the first time in 7 years that I was not going to stay up till the end. We are still in the trenches and every minute of sleep is precious right now, and I didn't think I could handle not seeing those babes make it over the wall. I didn't want to be discouraged.
 
So I went to bed.
 
I underestimated God.
 
I missed the party.
 
I missed the rally that got every single babe over the 1,000 wall.
 
 
I am NOT sorry for the sleep last night.
 
I am deeply sorry that I missed watching God at work in hearts.
 
I am ashamed that I underestimated the power of prayer, God and advocates!
 
If you were one of those who gave.... THANK YOU!
 
Each child has 1,000 in their grant account. That 1,000 is going to be a HUGE blessing to their future Mamas and Papas. It will be one less 1,000 they need to raise to bring their babe home. For many unconvinced parents who struggle with the cost - it is a sweet aroma. A tiny bit of encouragement. A gift that helps push them over that mountain.
 
What we do matters. That tree. Those babes. We are their voice.
 
You are their voice.
 
You who rallied last night ....  You are Mighty Warriors!
 
 
And for those families who found the 8 children on the tree.... You have our prayers! If anyone wants to give to the families of Bruno and Joey - they were the only two who didn't make it over the wall. I know their families would deeply appreciate your donations to their grant accounts!
 
 
 
 

Friday, December 29, 2017

Worthy

When you are rooting for 65 it can be rather daunting and a bit depressing.
 
 
 
Especially when 2 days after writing a heart-felt post, you realize that only ONE babe jumped the 1,000 wall.
 
Only one.
 
Until you look closely.
 
 
 
  
On Monday 44 babes needed to get over the 500 wall.
 
Today - 14 babes are left.
 
Only $2,240 is needed to get them over the 500 wall!
 
 
 
And the rest of the babes are quietly, slowly climbing.
 
It's not a stagnant wall.
 
 
And the babes OVER 1,000... many of them are still climbing.
 
It's HUGE, quiet progress.
 
 
It means that somewhere out there - lots of people are loving on 100 babes.
 
They are worthy of that love.
 
They are worthy of your love on this Friday morning.
 
They are worth your time and your prayers and your love.
 
 
Please consider clicking HERE and picking a babe or two or three and sowing into their lives your prayers, your love and your donations.
 
PLEASE!
 
 
 

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

65 to 0

The magic number is 0
 
Zero
 
Right now the number is 65....
 
Yikes!!
 
New Year's Eve is 4 days away and we have 39,772 to raise and 65 babes who need to get over the 1,000 wall!
 
THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!
 
Yep.
 
 
That's one way to look at it.
 
OR... we can say... we have 4 days to go to raise awareness... advocate for children who desperately need families.... and raise as much as we can in their grant accounts!!
 
The goal is 1,000 in each account.
 
The ultimate goal... find families!!
 
So get on board.
 
 
Yell. Give. Advocate..... ADOPT!!
 
 
(Yesterday the three tinies at the bottom of the tree jumped up on the tree... THANK YOU to those who helped jump them up - they aren't over the wall but they are no longer drifting down at the bottom!)...
 
 
Here are three more tinies who are down at the bottom!!
 
 
 
Please help me get them up!
 
 


Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Down to Business

Well... enough of the fluff and stuff ... enough of the sweet pictures of my kids...

 
 
We need to get down to business...
 
 
The Angel Tree this year is in definite need of some serious attention!!
 
My three Angels had a blast the last two days enjoying all the Christmas festivities...
 
 
But there are 100 Angels on the Angel tree who are NOT enjoying their Christmas.
 
Not one bit.
 
And what I am not enjoying is seeing how many of them are still under the 1,000 goal... in fact MOST of them are under $500.00
 
That has got to change!!
 
 
This little angel is currently at the very bottom of the tree...
 
 
 
Seriously??
 
And what about this tiny little one?? He's down there too!!
 
 
And this tiny baby?? She's at the very very bottom right now.
 
 
 
It's time, People!!
 
 
Go pick a baby. Or two or three.
 
Let's get down to business and get these babes moved up the tree!!
 

Monday, December 25, 2017

Silent Night

Christmas Eve at the Nalle's
 
 
 

 



 
Silent Night. Holy Night.
 
For to us a child is born.
 
And that is what we celebrate!
 
 
 
 

 

Saturday, December 23, 2017

We Said NO!

 
A year ago she was just a whisper in our - we are never going to adopt again - hearts...
 
 
Three years ago he was a whisper we didn't even know about....
 
 
 
Eight years ago he was a whisper in our - no special needs, no international adoption - hearts...
 
 
 
Today two of the three of them are counting the hours until Christmas.
 
 
The third... Well, she's pretty oblivious to the proceedings but we think she is going to figure it all out pretty quickly on Christmas morning...

 
They were just whispers.
 
Holy Spirit whispers.
 
We fought against them. We questioned them. We argued. We said no. We said no again.
 
There were so many reasons to say no.
 
Money. Time. Our age. Our biological sons. Money. Time.
 
We said no.
 
Last year we said no.
 
Three years ago we were only going to adopt a girl.
 
Eight years ago we were never ever going to adopt special needs or internationally.
 
Here we are... two days from Christmas and our two little boys are counting the hours and our little girl is wrecking crazy havoc on our lives. We are a bit tired, pretty broke, definitely overwhelmed, yet we would not trade any of them for the world.
 
Our whispers.
 
Is the Lord whispering to you?
 
Are you hearing and struggling?  Are you wondering? Are you counting the cost and finding it to be too much? Are you worried about your bio kids? Money? Time?
 
 
 
I get it. We've been there and done that.
 
 
If you are hearing that whisper - take the time. Listen. Pray. Talk. Discuss. Count the cost. Consider.
 
We said NO.
 
We said no again.
 
And again.
 
And we have three whispers currently tucked in their beds sleeping as I write.
 
We understand the fear. We recognize the cost. We know that the decision is a life-altering decision.
 
Just pray.
 
And listen.
 
Cadence, Jenni, Ronald and so many more are waiting.

Pray. Advocate. Adopt.