Saturday, August 30, 2008

Before I Knew You

Tamene,
I want to write you a letter too, as many others who are waiting for you have. Though I feel as though I know you, here is my "Before I Knew You" letter.

We decided to investigate the adoption process last year. After two years of talking about adding another child to our family, we finally realized it was time. There were a few options for us on how to expand our family. Our first (and best) choice was to grow our family through adoption.

Once we decided we were ready, we began working with an agency and decided that we would like to bring home a child from Ethiopia. There were a lot of meetings and paperwork required. We completed the paperwork as quickly as we possibly could. We wanted to find you and bring you home as quickly as possible. I didn't know who "you" were, but I knew I was moments away from meeting my youngest son, and it couldn't happen fast enough.

After the designated paperwork was completed we were on to "the wait". For most families who wanted to adopt an infant, this wait was 6-9 months. For us, for you... 6 weeks. Six weeks until we saw the first pictures of our beautiful little boy. Daddy knew from the first second he saw you that you were our little boy (Daddy got to see your pictures first!).

Today is four months, one week, and one day since we first saw your picture (and 63 blogs later). I am so incredibly excited to meet you. We have heard that you are doing very well and being cared for by the nannies who love you so much. For me, it is helpful to know that you are well cared for and loved, but I just want to have you here in my arms.

There are many, many, twists, turns and events that happened in our lives and in the life of you and your birth mother that brought us all to this place. We have all experienced sadness and joy. We all believe that we are doing what is best for you and we hope that you will feel the true love that each of us holds for you.

I have learned a lot on this journey, and I am sure I have a lot more to learn still. I hope I never stop learning, or think that I have learned enough. I hope to continue to learn from life, and love and all of my children. This particular journey has opened my eyes to many of my strengths and weaknesses. Some have improved, some have gotten worse, but overall I am a much better person for this experience and the experience of motherhood. I have learned that I have amazing friends and family. The outpouring of support is something I could not have anticipated nor would I expect. Our family has not grown just by one, by adding you little Tamene, but by adding so many new people into our new family. People who were strangers only weeks ago, are now close friends. Close friends have become brothers and sisters, and for you, aunts and uncles. And family has become more meaningful than ever. Many family members who have allowed me to see their soul of support and love for you and our whole family. Tamene, it is you and your spirit who have brought all of this love, before we knew you.

I worry too. I worry about this time where you are being an independent little man, facing the world on your own. I know the nannies love you and take care of you, but I know that you must also care for yourself. I am proud of you for doing such a great job, and I have many stories that I have heard about how things are going even though you are a world away. I know that you are brave, and you are taking care of yourself as well as bringing joy to those who meet you!

I am excited to bring you home, and finally have you here. Many times we call for you with your brother and sister, even though you are not here. "Angelisa, Naven, Tamene! Time to wake up!"."Mom, kiss Tamene when you tuck us in." "Trent, where is Tamene? I thought you were watching him in this store." "Naven and Tamene, time to eat!" We feel as though you are here and part of our family, just that you are away and we will bring you home soon. I look forward to you and your brother and sister bonding and settling in with each other's personalities.

Tamene, I hope that you will always know how many people love you and care for you and how many people want you to have the very best. I hope you always have joy and a desire for knowledge. I hope you become everything that you are to become, and want to become, and more. As I am finding myself and figuring out who I am in life, I hope too that you will find yourself in life and be happy to find the Tamene in you and love him more than anything.

For our whole family I hope for closeness and love and compassion for each other. I hope that you and your brother and sister will find strengths in each other and learn to depend on one another. I wish the world for all of you.

I am waiting for you now and wondering what you will be like. A smart little boy with a big smiles and lots of love and entertainment for everyone. I look forward to having you explore this whole new world and I hope that you will enjoy it. I think you will be resilient and you will find everything you need in this world and more, I think it will come to you in abundance, as it has come to me. I think you will have good days and bad days, but you will know that we are all here to support you and I think you will lean on that as you grow older. I know you will experience pain, as we all do, I believe you will learn from the pain and use it to make yourself a better person. I believe you will enjoy and experience life very differently than most, and it will be beautiful and inspiring to others.

We are all waiting, waiting, waiting for you. What seems like such a long wait today, will be a blink in time once we hold you in our arms. There are so many people who are waiting to meet you, friends, and family and friends who have become family. We all share in the frustration of the wait and the excitement of bringing you home.

It feels as though I have known you for so long already, it feels as if I am just waiting for your return, and not a first meeting. I wonder what you will think when you meet us for the first, and second, and third time.

Before we knew you, we loved you. Before I knew you, I loved you.

Sending hugs and kisses through time and space to you on this afternoon in Addis Ababa,

Love your momma

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Blogging in the family

I am a huge fan of this blog... please visit!

http://bigsissyblog.blogspot.com/


(The author is Tamene's Big Sissy!)

Make sure to stop by and leave her a comment!

Sunday, August 24, 2008

What day is it in your world?

Since we have received the birth certificate there have been questions about Tamene's birthday. A number of people have asked if we KNOW his birthday or if it a general guess. Below is information about the Ethiopian calendar. On our calendar (US/Gregorian) his birthday is 10/11/05 (Every October 11 we will celebrate his birthday). According to his birth certificate his Ethiopian birthday (Ethiopian calendar) is 2/1/1998 - this date translates to our calendar as 10/11/05. We can guess that there wasn't a doctor there to notarize the date and time of his birth, but these children's birth mothers are generally able to accurately report the date of birth of their child.

The current year according to the Ethiopian calendar is 2000. There were millennium celebrations when the new year began in Ethiopia at 12 midnight Ethiopian Time on September 12, 2007 of the Gregorian calendar. The year 2001 will begin on September 11, 2008 of the Gregorian calendar.

The Ethiopian calendar is much more similar to the Egyptian Coptic calendar having a year of 13 months, 365 days and 366 days in a leap year (every fourth year) and it is much influenced by the Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahedo Church, which follows its ancient calendar rules and beliefs. The Ethiopian calendar is always seven years and eight months behind the Gregorian (Western) and Eastern Orthodox Church calendars during September and December and eight years and four months behind during January and August. Therefore, the Ethiopians will celebrate the new millennium on September 1, 2000 Ethiopian calendar (September 12, 2007 Gregorian calendar).


Alright - trivia lesson out of the way. What's next?

I am definitely back at the blogging and the lists. Trying to make arrangements for many of the details about travel. When you are pregnant, you just drop your kids of with whatever friend or family is on the way to the hospital and then retrieve them 1-2 days later. The hubby can run home and let out the dogs while you sleep. Worst case scenario the kids miss two days of school - maybe three. This process is a little more complicated. Finding a place for the kids, and making sure they get to school everyday (I don't think it is in the best interest of my 1st grader to miss more than one day of school) is priority one. Priority two: the pets. Someone has to watch them, someone has to make sure they get their basic needs met for two weeks. From there is it issues of mowing the lawn, checking the mail. A different kind of back up is required when you are actually out of the country and potentially not reachable by phone...

Sorry to cut off the random thoughts - but I am off to test drive a mini van (Sister in Love, ZIP IT!!)






Saturday, August 23, 2008

How many medical professionals does it take to give Kamille a shot?

I have updated and predicted some of our milestones - you will find them on the right hand side of the page as you scroll down.


Our flight is booked and looks like this:
Minneapolis to Washington DC
DC to Rome
Rome to Addis Ababa (Ethiopia)
We will leave Minneapolis on September 24 and arrive back on October 3.

Other updates:
My favorite ladies from Maple Grove had a shower for me last week. It was great to see all my friends and to get to spend time together. Something to take my focus off the waiting. Everyone was so kind and generous, and so excited for me. I am blessed to have worked with such a great group of people.

I did have to get another couple of shots before I was able to head on over to the par-tay. So here is how that went:
I got a call from a provider who knows my fear of needles about 12:30 on Wednesday, announcing that I am scheduled for my vaccinations at 2:00 that day. Ahhhh, my heart starts racing, I hate that. 2:00, I check in for my appointment but not before recruiting a former co-worker to "hold my hand". So nurse #1 goes to find me a nurse/medical assistant who is willing to actually poke me, knowing I am suck a freak. I request the same one who saw me go down in the last round of injections. Apparently she is happy to try again (odd). This time I am scheduled for a procedure room with a table that I am required to lay on. They bring me an ice pack to rest on my neck. I ask for gum (seems like a reasonable medical request to me). I am laying down, on my pillow, with my ice pack, chewing my gum and be distracted by two other health care professionals while the third is drawing up the injections. The "shooter" the one who is actually going to be doing the poking turns and says "Is there any chance you are pregnant?". Well there isn't really, however, some recent dizzy spells and near fainting might indicate pregnancy... and stranger things have happened - three people in the last 2 days have asked if I am pregnant. OK, OK, give me the stupid test. Back up off the table, handed a cup and a wipe and directed to fill it. 5 and 1/2 minutes later we have confirmed that I am NOT pregnant - not a surprise by any means, but a relief none-the-less. Back to the exam table in the procedure room, feet up, pillow adjusted, ice pack on... wait the gum, now I am done with the gum - can I spit it out? Gum out. One patient and three medical professionals in the room. Two to talk to me and distract me, and one to do the "shooting". Needles are out, pictures of Tamene are out to distract me. WAIT... wait, wait... "You remember I don't like band-aids right? Don't put a band-aid on when you are done." YES - we know, lay down!~ Back to the photos and questions about travel - the POKE... now I am quiet, no words and just breathing. "Hey, Kamille, are you ok?" "mmm hmmm, just don't make me laugh, I will pass out", I whisper". "Are you sure you are ok?" I reply, "shhhhh mmmm hhhhmmm" Ok, I open my eyes, the faintness passes and I am ready to go. NOPE, no, now there is some protocol where they have to time how long I sit there before I am allowed to leave. 3-4 medical professionals and 50 minutes later, my shots are finally complete. Now I have all my shots, now I am all set. If I stay healthy and can avoid the need for labs, and get the nasal flu vaccinations I should easily be able to avoid needles for 18-24 months!

More important - Tamene - he is doing great. Putting on weight and growing taller - though I haven't determined if the height is due to the additional hair or actual bone growth... he has so much hair already!!! We have been hearing rumblings through the grapevine about an adorable little boy at the care center who greets all the parents and is full of energy and everyone thinks he is adorable. Something about a smile that lights up the room. Several people believe this little bundle is the one that belongs to me. You all know me. Would any of you have expected that I would get the "quiet one"? No way - you know I have the rambunctious child who is precocious and has a ton of energy. Any babysitting volunteers?

I am back on for making lists... excuse me while I obesses. I'll be back soon!

Friday, August 22, 2008

Welcome to the roller coaster ride!

We went to the State Fair today, but I couldn't handle any rides, the adoption process is enough of a roller coaster for me!

Here I am on Friday night. We are back to the Sept 25 travel date. I e-mailed many folks yesterday informing them that we would travel in October. I am not e-mailing them all to tell them different. Right here is where the updates are.

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The current plan is to arrive in Ethiopia on September 25 (yes in 2008). Mark it on the calendar.

I'll catch up on my blogging over the weekend and let you all know what has been happening.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

I'm BACK!!

Why am I back and blogging?


10. Good bloggers keep their readers posted frequently (bad Kamille, bad Kamille)


9. I have received many e-mails and phone calls with people stressed, waiting for a new post (hello I have been waiting for a birth certificate, I know what the wait is like)


8. If one more person says "Do you know anything new?" I am going to scream at them (inside joke for JB. I am actually glad people ask)


7. I need time on the computer to find out if there are bunnies in Ethiopia (JB & McSturm)


6. According to Soul Sister, I have fallen off the wagon by making making templates for future lists anyway.


5. I have fallen "off the wagon" by posting a poll on this blog anyway (more of you e-mailed me to complain about my failure to blog, than who actually voted).


4. I have airline tickets purchased! Thought you might want to know.

3. I have a confirmed travel date of Oct 2 (see #3), also thought you might want to know.

2. I have a birth certificate. Not just any birth certificate, a birth certificate that indicates I am the mother of Tamene.


1. I am going to Ethiopia.

I have a birth certificate!!!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Monday, August 11, 2008

Notice

Notice:
Due to an information overload on my part and to protect my sanity and the sanity of those I love. I will be limiting my internet access, information collecting, and list making for a few days.

I will not post again until I have a birth certificate in hand.

According to original information it should take 4 weeks from court to birth certificate. There are some people who are in week 5 of waiting. The earliest I expect to receive a birth certificate is Thursday or Friday of this week, hoping that it is no later than Thursday or Friday of next week.

I promise to post again as soon as I have a birth certificate.

For those of you who check this blog every day (or twice a day, Grandma) I know it will be a hard wait. Every day you wait for a new blog, I wait for a birth certificate. Now we will wait together.

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I love you the most

I really, really, really want to have Tamene with me. I feel like I have been waiting too long already. I feel sad and somehow a little lonesome. Teary. That slight feeling of misplacement while wondering if we really should expand our family, has now turned into a missing piece of the puzzle. The family no longer feels complete at all. We have one more piece that needs to be set in place to complete the picture. Every day I notice that Tamene is missing. It's as though he is here and he is part of us and we are just waiting for him to come home. Just like when the kids stay with the grandparents, you forget you don't have to whisper at night, you go to check on them before going to bed, and you expect to find each one of them lying in there bed the same way at sunrise as it was at sunset. But Tamene is not there. I picture him being tucked in, but he is not there. I prepare to hug him good night, or grab him out of bed in the morning, but he is not there.

I asked the kids if they are ready for Tamene to come, and they are. They too are tired of the wait. Angelisa thinks we should just have someone bring him here because it is taking too long for Trent and I to go get him. Naven wants to know when he will come. When? That is the big question for all of us. It doesn't matter if you are 6 or 30 something, the question is when.

Trent is such a trooper to support me while he too is waiting impatiently. He encourages me and tells me it is hard for all of us, but we know the time will come. He said it is like pregnancy without a due date. But I am going to say it's like labor when you don't know how much longer you are going to have wait until you push. I remember being in labor and the extreme discomfort physically as well as the emotional drain and the need to have it over... 'Get that baby out and let me hold her." I remember for months after the kids were born, and sometimes to this day, if I read or watch a birth story I become overwhelmed with emotion, fighting back the tears that remind me of those last tiring and uncomfortable moments that were also filled with extreme joy and excitement. I feel the same here at this moment in time. I feel as though I am in labor, I am not sure when they will tell me to "push", but I am waiting. I am waiting for someone to tell me I am close enough to see this baby and this baby is ready to come to the world for it's first breath - and PUSH. With Tamene, I believe this is happening in the right time - maybe he needs more distance from each of his transitions to be ready for us. But when you are this uncomfortable it is hard to think of anything but yourself and your discomfort. Never to jeopardize the safety and well being of the children, but just the intense desire to be relieved of the aches that have no end in site. I know he will come at the right time... I know this is all for a reason, for many reasons. But only my head can understand, my heart refuses to listen.

Sometimes I think about Tamene and my heart aches for him. My arms ache to hold him. I think about him looking at me the way Naven looks at me, and I loose my breath. I think about how I say to my children everyday "Guess, what?" and we have said this so long and so many times, that they don't say "what" back to me, they don't wait for me to say "I love you". They just respond with, "I love you more." I wait for Tamene to say that too, so that I can reply as I do with all my children, "I love you the most." Today a lump in my throat, an ache in my heart and a welling tear in my eye. The tear will not stay down, nor will it come out. It just sits there and blurs my vision as a reminder that as painful as it feels today, there will be unspeakable joy. In the future I will reflect on as this an amazingly short amount of time. But, until I can reflect, I wallow.


Tamene, guess what?

Momma loves you!

Saturday, August 9, 2008

The laws of nature

I do take things to the extreme. I admit it. Isn't admitting it the first step to fixing the problem? Let me check with my therapist... I checked...He says, "Admitting the problem is the first step to change" So there you have it in official therapese.

I have realized however that the universe has it's own way of controlling me. I don't like to be controlled, I like to be in control. No matter how much I don't like it, the heavens do set limits for me and they do insist I will follow the rules.

I have an incredible desire to pack EVERYTHING for this trip. I am going to a country where many people are barely able to eat once a day and may only make $1-2 per month if they can even find work. And I need to pack everything I can think of? Behind the zippers of my luggage I have packed many wants as well as the basic needs. The teeth in those zippers grit and grind to hang on to hold items like air fresheners and dental floss. Are these really needs that I cannot live without for 10 days? It is a very sad state of things, I am a bit disappointed in my inability to make sense of what is a need and what is a want in this process. I'll tell you I would be happy to get on a plane with only the clothes on my back, just to bring my little boy home, but my fellow travelers may not appreciate my exercise in determining wants vs needs (wow that but contains the worst excuse ever).

I have contributed to deforestation in the state of Minnesota, and probably part of Wisconsin due to the number of lists and documents I have printed to have as a reference while we are in Ethiopia. Just my lists and general information could make a book. I have actually assembled it into a book with a Table of Contents. (I am sick, I admit it!)

Information seems like my air sometimes, some nights I get frustrated that I have to go to bed and sleep. Do you know how much information I could learn in the 7 hours I am sleeping. So much loss of productivity! Hey, don't get me wrong, I love naps just as much as the next sloth... but sometimes I wish I could just keep going.

What does this have to do with the Universe imposing limits on me, you ask. Let me tell you. There are only so many suitcases I can take to Ethiopia. There is a limit. Yes, I can pay more and take more and pack more, but eventually the plane will be full (Sister in Love, I may need more chickens - can you help?). Tonight in the midst of making lists, I ran out of paper. I even resorted to printing on the back of some "mistake" pages. But the paper is gone now, and I had to stop printing. Good thing, because the next limit I reached is the capacity of the "book" I made. I bought folders with clasps, and I have filled it as full as the clasps can handle without bursting. Many pages are filled to all 8 1/2 x 11 inches of white space. I have modified margins on almost every page, but eventually I fill it, and I have to stop.

Eventually it all has to stop, because I will need to unplug the computer and get on a plane to Ethiopia. I have books ready to take along so I can read and learn on the way, but I can only pack so many books, and there is only so much time on the plane (do not read this as meaning I would like the flight to be longer. Can someone talk to Scotty about "beaming" me over?) I have pen and paper, I am sure I will make many more lists before I depart and return again to the United States of America.

I will do my best to respect the white space on paper, and the last page in a book, and that last moments that a battery struggles to provide power. I will not break the zipper on the suitcases. I will do my best to respect the limits of my loved ones, and my own body. I will respect (and consider) the laws, of government and nature. I will allow for boundaries and limits. But I won't like it, not one little bit. I like to push the limits. I do believe that some rules are made to be broken, and some rules are made to be broken just by me. I can do anything I set my mind to, we all can, but that in and of itself is the problem. I haven't "set" my mind. It has no rules and no boundaries in the world of information and possibilities. It's not about achieving the "one" thing... it's about achieving "all" the things.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Word of wisdom from someone who's been there

Posted with permission from Tariku's blessed mommy (a fellow adopter).

Tariku's Mommy writes:

Thoughts - Four Months Home
I've been meaning to write something like this since we got home but (surprise!) life gets kind of crazy when you bring home a 3-year-old and have 3 kids under 5! So I've missed you all and spent the better part of tonight (I'm waiting for the "So you think you can dance finale") catching up. Congrats to those with referrals, traveling and home that I haven't said that to! What an awesome time. So here they go...

1) Freak out about the wait. Go ahead and do it. We all know awful things are happening when you're waiting and we all know it's selfish but we're all human and I happen to believe you can't really help it. I also happen to believe it helps prepare your heart for when they are officially yours/you do bring them home. You've been in love with them and fought for them for so long it seems a little less weird...

2) RELAX in country. Ethiopia is awesome, I mean there's no way to describe it. I think the best thing my hubby and I did was relax a bit in country. The nannies are as great as you hear, it's the last time your child will be in ET as an Ethiopian so just let things go as they may. I know some disagree with that and to each his own but I have no doubts this helped our love for ET grow as well as our son's transition to us.

3) Don't be afraid to take a timeout as a family while in country. It was so tempting to go hang out with our awesome travel group and see all the beautiful kids playing together but we purposely took time in our room by ourselves to work on "us" many times throughout the day. We let Tariku play with the other kids and then took him to our room to have some face time. It was so awesome and, I think, helped us figure each other out before siblings and grandparents and life happened upon our return.

4) Be prepared to fake it. Fake the love. Tariku seriously started looking at me with love in his eyes right away. I realize this wasn't true attachment and whatnot but this kid when gaga for mama right away. In ET I was the same way, it was easy because our focus was him and him alone. When I got home I was SOOO surprised at how hard it was. Somehow he turned into more like my favorite kid at a daycare I worked at instead of my son. 4 months later I still have those feelings once in awhile but look at him more everyday as my son. I fought hard for him and still found myself asking how he got there, so don't be surprised if it happens to you too! And for goodness sakes don't feel bad about it!

5) Ethiopia keeps me up at night. I want to go there tomorrow, I want to live there, I want to be Ethiopian. Don't be surprised if you wrestle with all of these feelings either. It's like Alcatraz but better, you will doubtfully come back an unchanged person.

6) You're going to want to adopt again right away. I don't care if you have 20 kids or no kids. I don't care if you have [Post Adoption Depression] or not (though it might not happen right away). You'll start crunching numbers upon your arrival to do it all again. We are the craziest suckers in the world, we adoptive parents.

7) Plan for the worst and be pleasantly surprised. I know now everyone's story is as storybook as ours has been, but I was happy to see all the diapers I brought went unused. All the tears I had prepared went unshed and all the arguments I fought in my head went unargued. Life can always pleasantly surprise you.

That's all I can think of right now. There really is so much more. There's not much advice I could tell you that hasn't been said 10 ways to Sunday but I needed to say hello to you all again and needed to openly thank the forum for getting me through every single item on that 7 item list. You all are amazing.

And I truly...truly...am so thankful for Tariku. I know it's not for all but if you're even thinking about it, this older child adoption thing is the greatest thing since cookie dough (and I LOVE the stuff). I know there are no more Tariku's out there but holy buckets is this kid worth every tear I've shed and then some. The resiliency in him and the love that he emotes regardless of what he's been through is enough to make me shameful for all my complaining. In short...he...is...perfect.Much love, Tariku's blessed mommy

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Before We Knew You... (more letters for Tamene)

I have more letters to Tamene! I am so excited that you all have sent these letters, I know how important these will be to Tamene and to us as we continue on this life long journey.
I can't wait for Tamene to grow to read these and to see all the people who loved him before we knew him. He will see each person who was waiting for him and being part of this special time!


Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously
My own.
Never forget
For a single minute:
You didn't grow under my heart
But in it.

I think this poem, although short in words, has summarized many feelings of everyone in ‘our village’. Thank you for blogging for us all to enjoy and learn from this process. But, thank you more for allowing us to be an intrical part of his life. Each of the village members will have something unique and spectacular to teach Tamene. We can’t wait to meet him! -Fischer

Fischer, thanks for your support and love during this time! Trent and I love you and we are honored that you have helped to name him. Much love... Kamille


My little Tamesh,
Words cannot describe how much I love you already! I can't wait to see you and hold you! There is nothing that I won't do for you. You and your family have changed my life forever. I love you baby boy!
Love,
Jamie

Jamie, ohhh little Tamesh, we do love him! There are no words that can describe my gratitude for you and your family. Indeed our families are changed by the relationships we have built, and we are all better for it! Thank you for loving us and our little Tamesh!



Wednesday, August 6, 2008

The necessity of breathing

I got an e-mail from Sister Goddess:
Everyday I read your blog-obsessed for details. I can't imagine how you are holding up!!! I can't wait til that boy is in your arms:) We should try to plan for a girls night out before your schedule gets crazier. How much time will you take off when you go to get Tamene? I assume you will take some time after also. Will he be in daycare when you return to work? So many questions--we should just get together!

Apparently I have overlooked answering some of the basic questions.

Q: How much time will you take off when you go to get Tamene
A: We are in Ethiopia from Thursday to Thursday, including travel time we will be gone about 10 days.
Q: How much time will you take off after Tamene is home?
A: I have to my work to prepare for 12 weeks. Obviously this will depend on Tamene's needs. I am keeping an open mind about more time or less time depending on how he is adjusting. The reason I might need less time, is if he has trouble with the transition from a full care center to a quiet house (Naven & Angelisa will be back in school). He will be 3 so he may enjoy some 1/2 days at a daycare with other kids. I am not planning for longer or shorter, just keeping an open mind about what might happen.
Q: Will he be in daycare when you return to work?
A: Yes, I do plan to return to work full time. He will be in daycare. I am hoping he will be able to go to the daycare program that is sponsored by my employer. But there are places closer to home that I am considering too.

How am I holding up? I am holding up just fine in my own opinion. I hate this wait, I hate that my little boy is there and I am here. Some of you may have seen a post that I had on Saturday. But I did pull it on Monday, just concerned about privacy. Those of you who didn't see it, I got a bit of an update on our little man, and I expect to get more news in the next day or two. All of it is good news. The funny part was that I took the time to make a note that I hadn't received any new info in 14 days, and then I had something. Hanging on to the littlest pieces of information. Applying it to everything else I have already learned about him. Drawing conclusions, making predictions, preparing myself. No different than wondering what the two children who grew in my belly would look like or be like when they arrived. I wonder the same for the little man growing in my heart!

As I mentioned, I am holding up fine in my own opinion. Others may have another opinion. My obsession with lists, information, and internet research may appear over the top. But in my own mind it keeps me focused on something. I feel forward movement, even though it may only be side-ways movement. Some motion is better than no motion, or at least that's the way I feel about it.

I did decide last night that the series of events that are happening in my life right now feel a little like they are running into each other with no time to breathe (think of contractions in labor). I told Trent that when Tamene gets home, we need to take some time to breathe and rejuvenate so we can prepare for whatever life's next big event is for us. I am doing ok, I am breathing through all this. I know that the end justifies the means. But a big cleansing breath feels long overdue.

Naven's birthday is tomorrow. I remember the day he was born. I went to my clinic to see if there was anything we could do to get labor started. I wanted that baby out (again - loved pregnancy - just no patience, I wanted to meet him!!). A little maneuvering by my smart healthcare professional started labor later that morning. Still many hours passed before Naven would join us in our first breath together. The first breath of life is amazing.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Today's forecast

We are visiting Trent's parents cabin this weekend. It's bright and early in the morning. Actually it is not so bright, the sun is not out yet, but it is on it's usual path. I have managed to contract a cold. I think it may have something to do with the fact that I ran a Triathlon without preparing, but it's hard to say (read sarcasm). I know my momma told me I would pay the consequences. (BEC I hope this inspires you more in your training - I would highly recommend that you follow Soul Sisters advice to me (which I did not do) and take Airborne after your next tri.) Sorry - back to the cabin... I have a cold so sleeping is difficult. I took some cold meds that seem to keep me awake. I am sitting at the kitchen table. The window is open and there is a perfect breeze. My little dog is sitting in my lap and I can see the beautiful lake from my comfortable viewing point. The little dog thinks it's play time - she is not interested in my blogging and just wants me to give her attention. I can't put her down because everyone else is sleeping, she thinks she is a watch dog (all 8 lbs of her) so if she is not on my lap she is warning me about the sound of the wind moving the boats, as if her barking will make the wind stop.

Friday night I was home with the kids and Trent was gone over night, fishing. The kids wanted to sleep with me, I agreed. Then Angelisa was invited to a friend's house to spend the night. She packed her stuff up (with no help from me), headed to the entry way and stopped at the front door. "Mom, I don't want to go. I want to stay here and sleep with you." I told her to go ahead and we would sleep together at the cabin. So last night I snuggled in on the bottom bunk with my little girl and my little dog. As we were settling in we all got the giggles. Well the two kids and I got the giggles, poor Trent just wanted to sleep. As I lay on the bottom bunk I used my feet to push Naven's mattress - he thought this was too funny. About ten or so minutes of giggling before anyone got to rest. The rest of the night spent trying to sleep, between Angelisa kicking and Naven and Trent talking in their sleep - not so much rest for me.

I feel tired still, but I know I will not be able to sleep. Too many thoughts rush through my head. My job is going well and I am excited about the work we are doing, so many thoughts and ideas come to me in the quiet of the night. After the e-mail I received yesterday about Tamene, so many more thoughts about him and how he is doing. Knowing a glimpse more about his personality creates another rush of thoughts about how he will respond to Naven and Angelisa, and it is so exciting. So it is nice to sit here by the window, relaxing.

Soon Trent's mom will get up and ask how I slept. She will pull out what she needs to make breakfast and start coffee. Normally she would start breakfast, but today she has promised Angelisa can help. I think Angelisa will sleep late, so I anticipate we will wait until we are all hungry and then wake her. Angelisa will help Grandma make the best Monkey Bread ever for breakfast. And we will all tell Angelisa how yummy it is. Grandpa may tease her and say there is something wrong with it, just to get her riled up, then reassure her he likes it too. Naven will wake up and yell for me. "Mom, come here." I will tell him no, to come here to me, but he will demand and I will go get him and he will snuggle on my lap for a few minutes before realizing he has to get out on the dock and fish. For Naven, fishing consists of a speed method of cast and reel, some how a fish jumps on every once in a while. Oh, and he puts the minnows on by himself. He will be out there for hours, or as long as the weather permits.

The plan for lunch is to pack a picnic and head out to the sandbar on the pontoon. We will take the dogs and Luna will hide in my lap while Angelisa tries to hold her. Meadow will be the guard and ward off dogs a quarter mile in on shore. Such watch-dogs I have, fending off imaginary threats.

Luna is warning me that someone in the cabin is up. The sun's path has brought daylight, and the wind continues to relax me.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Ethiopian Fuelwood Carriers





This is a video of young women and girls who carry wood to earn money to buy food for their families.

Friday, August 1, 2008

iOrganize. iEducate.

*please be sure to read notes at the bottom of this post.

Don't worry I haven't run out of material to write about - but thought I would collect some info that might spur on some ideas for writing:

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I continue to do "e-nesting" - this is my need to ensure everything electronic is "ready". I don't know what "ready" means, I am sure it's as arbitrary as "e-nesting". In KamPossible's world the sky is purple and the language is KamPossiblian. It's my blog, my world, and now my language.

It's Friday night, 2 eternities (weeks) since we officially became Tamene's parents. Officially - on paper. My thought, anyone can be a parent on paper, I need that boy.

It's not every day that someone asks you how many children you have and how old they are. Apparently for me, today is the first time in two weeks. My answer, "Three children, an 8 year-old, a 5 year-old at home, and a 2 1/2 year old we are waiting to bring home from Ethiopia." Apparently not the answer expected - response, "Are your other two children adopted?" I reply, No. Interesting question, of course people will ask this... no real surprise or concern on my part, but just a new experience. I couldn't have predicted it would go quite like that. How would it or should it go? I don't know. I had not thought about it, just surprised myself when I was in the situation.

I wonder what people will ask when they see family photos.
I wonder how family members will explain family photos.
I wonder how family members will introduce our family to their friends, will it be different if I am there or if I am not?

As long as I am thinking about that, I'd like to make a couple of suggestions - since a major goal of my blog is to educate:
The proper way to introduce us once Tamene is home:
"These are my cousins"
"These are my nephews"
"These are my grandchildren"
"This is my family"
"This is my friend's family"
(note how this sounds EXACTLY like you would introduce our family today).

It is not appropriate to refer to Tamene as an "adopted child". He WAS adopted, not IS adopted. It happened in the past, it is not his state of being.

Here are some articles I found - more education on adoption language. (not listed in any particular order Grandmas).

Tips for the Adoptive Grandparent

http://www.comeunity.com/adoption/adopt/grandmothers.html By Beth O'Malley

Few things are more completely enjoyable than becoming a grandparent. Grandchildren are one of life's joys, whether they come by birth or via adoption. All grandchildren are loved equally and are equally lovable.

When a new family member is adopted, share your excitement. Share snapshots. Exclaim about the traits that make this child a prodigy! And know that adoption brings some unique challenges. Following are a few suggestions for navigating once you find you are a member of an adoptive family.

People are fascinated by adoption, and this fascination can lead well-meaning friends and neighbors to pose very personal questions. Remember that a child's adoption story is akin to a conception story. It is private, and one should consult with the adopted person before sharing the details.

Think about language, and encourage others to do so. As an adult adoptee, I have heard this question all my life: "Have you ever met your real parents?" What this said to me as a child was, "Your adoptive parents are fake." I felt confused. As an adult, I answer, "I was raised by my real parents." It's a good idea to call the family of origin birth family (as in birth mother) as opposed to natural family (which implies the adoptive family is unnatural or artificial). Many people will have the best of intentions but use terms that confuse or hurt children.

If your family adopted internationally or from a different race, you have become a member of a transcultural and often transracial complex family. Translated into day-to-day events, this means you might celebrate Chinese New Year in addition to the traditional holidays. Unfortunately, this also means that your grandchild will be confronted by bigotry and will need your support and sensitivity. Your lifetime of experiences will be key in shaping your responses. Be wholly honest.

Remember, throughout, that your grandchildren are connected to you and to the family. They may not look a lot like you or your child, but they will develop similar voice patterns, talents, tastes, and interests. Don't assume the adopted child will automatically know this-it took me 45 years to figure out that I got, first, my dry sense of humor from my adoptive father, and, second, my ability to 'stretch and save' from my grandmother, a North Carolina farmer. Every Carolina reunion I attend reminds me that genetics are not the only way to pass on family traits.

At a recent reunion, I was introduced to my mother's best childhood friend. They hadn't seen each other in over 60 years. The friend inspected me closely and stated, "You sure don't look like a Haney." I smiled back, shook my head, and said, "I sure don't." I knew what she really wanted to know. But at that moment, I was completely my mother's daughter.

What to Say, What Not to Say: Tips for Non-Adoptive Parents

"Is that your real mother?" "Is she your real sister?"

Adoptive parents say they’re often asked questions that they believe people would never dream of asking non-adoptive parents. What non-adoptive families may not realize is that these questions – however well-intended – may feel intrusive or insensitive.

Experts and adoptive parents offer these tips for what to say, and what not to say when talking with members of an adoptive family:

• Don’t ask personal questions.

• Don’t talk about the child in public.

Don’t use the term "real." Instead, talk about "birth parents" and "birth siblings." Adopted children are, in fact, living with their real parents, who are bringing them up. They are also living with their real brothers and sisters, who are growing up in the same family.

Don’t refer to the birth parents as the "natural" parents. The implication is that the adoptive parents are unnatural.

Don’t tell people that they are selfless for taking someone else’s child or suggest that the child is lucky. "First, these are our own children," says Kathryn Creedy of Celebrate Adoption Inc. "Second, adoption is really a very selfish thing. People adopt for just one reason: They are looking for what is inherent in most of us, children of their own. They can’t or choose not to do it in the traditional method so they adopt."

Don’t tell horror stories unless you can prove it only happens in adoptive families. "The human condition is complex and to ascribe a problem as being solely attributed to adoption is incorrect," Creedy says.

What Not to Say

One of the key pieces of advice that Johnston offers – and one that most adoptive families agree with – is that it’s not OK to ask personal questions:

"When you ask somebody, ‘What do you know about the real parents? What did it cost?’ it’s really like asking them about their conception process. You would not feel OK if someone came up to you and said, ‘That little redhead is so cute, what did you do to get red hair?’ or, ‘What position of intercourse did you use?’ It would be a breech of privacy boundaries – the same is true of adoption."

When the questions are driven by someone else’s possible interest in pursuing adoption, however, many adoptive parents will reveal some of the intimate details without feeling violated, Johnston says.

Lubowich, an adoption educator and specialist, suggests that non-adoptive families phrase statements and questions by starting with "I," such as "I’m interested because …"

If you do not know the family, instead of identifying the adopted child and saying "Excuse me, is your child adopted?" try starting the conversation by talking about yourself, Lubowich suggests.

"You might say, ‘Excuse me, I’m thinking about adoption and if you’re an adoptive family …’" That way, you’re not targeting the child and you’re starting with an explanation.

"Or someone could say, ‘I have some questions about adoption. Is it OK to ask?’ rather than jumping in and asking, ‘Why did you adopt from this place?’ or ‘How much did the adoption cost?’"

Adoptive parent Susan Caughman, the publisher of Adoptive Families magazine, wishes parents would educate their children about adoption "just as they do about poverty and sex and race or gender bias and everything else that’s important to their moral education. Don’t wait for your kids to ask. I think it’s the parents’ responsibility."

Caughman suggests that parents explain that "all children are born in the same way; everybody is born to someone. You might say, ‘Johnny has two families: one he was born to and one that is raising him.’ I think that’s a good solution because it’s accurate," she says. "The No. 1 thing non-adoptive parents need to know is that there’s nothing shameful about adoption. It’s normal. It’s one of the many ways families are formed. They are made by love and not by biology. Once kids understand that, it’s really pretty straightforward."

Creedy suggests that parents talk about adoption with their children in general terms. Don’t say, "Your classmate was adopted and here’s his story." Instead, say something like, "Your classmate was adopted and this is why children are adopted: Sometimes parents can’t take care of their child properly. They work to find a family who can take care of that child. They do what’s called making an adoption plan."

"With that kind of language," Creedy says, "you send a message that this is a considered plan the birth parents are making, rather than someone just giving up or abandoning a child. These birth parents have deep feelings for these children and want what is best for their child."


Personal Questions and Thoughtless Comments: Tips for Adoptive Parents

"Is your son adopted?"

You’re standing at the checkout line at the supermarket, and someone leans over your shoulder and oohs and aahs: "What a beautiful baby. Is she yours?" Or you’re watching your son navigate the play structure at a playground when someone you’ve never met asks, "Is your son adopted? How much did he cost?" Or the boy and girl you adopted from two different birth families in the United States are playing happily together and a neighbor asks, "Are they real brother and sister?"

Adoptive families say they’re often asked deeply personal questions by people they don’t know. "There’s a general sense that people have the permission to say anything they want," says Susan Jordan, the mother of a son and daughter from Honduras. "They don’t imagine we would have feelings about it or that we would feel about our children the way they feel about their children."

Often, adoptive parents don’t know how to respond. Susan Caughman, publisher of Adoptive Families magazine, says the important thing to keep in mind is that the way you respond should be based on the situation, a lesson that is important to teach adoptive children as well.

"If the person asking is someone you really care about, you might explain it one way," Caughman says. "If you are being bothered by someone or don’t even know them, answer another way."

"If someone asks, ‘How much did she cost?’ you might say, ‘She’s priceless.’ Or you could say, ‘Would you like me to call you and tell you more about the process of adoption at another time?’"

Renee Lubowich says one of her favorite responses for adoptive parents is, "Why do you ask?"

"I think it gives the adoptive parent more time to think about how they want to respond," she says, "and it also asks the questioner to think about why the question is being asked."

It can be a burden for adoptive families to always feel they have to be educating the world, Lubowich says. "But for someone who is interested in adoption, you might say, ‘I’d be glad to talk with you sometime. Here in the supermarket doesn’t seem like the best place.’"

Lubowich says it’s important for non-adoptive families being addressed in public to set an example for their children. "My response is really for my child, not for the person asking the question or for me. It’s what I’m teaching my child about how to handle herself in the world."

(www.parenthood.com)


*** If anyone is wondering I have NOT been offended by any questions anyone has asked me to date. A few comments that have come up seem completely unnecessary, but I am trying to stay in the education mode before becoming frustrated. I have been pretty open with information about the process and I have not been offended by people who have asked about cost - generally people who seem genuinely interested. Feel free to keep asking questions, I want to prepare for the language now before I have to figure out how to answer when my little man is standing by my side.

I know I have said this before, but I am going to say it again. We have total respect, gratitude, and appreciation for Tamene's birthmother. In addition to holding his mother in a positive light, we will hold his culture, country, and birthfamily in a positive light as well. When he becomes "of age" he can discover for himself his opinions about his history and culture and our family's history and culture. Until then it is our job (our entire village) to ensure he understands that all of this is equal in our eyes, one is not better than the other.

As always thanks for reading!