a closing visit

Feb 15, 2012.  Catie had her final visit this morning with her birth mom. 

Last year's closing visit happened on Feb 23 (for Augie...I am just amazed at how time lines collide).

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We got up this morning and I packed her bags, her food, a change of clothes...the usual.  I also included a letter to her birth parents.  I wanted to assure them of our love for Catie and update them on her developments.  I told them that we pray for them nightly.  At the close of the letter, I extended an invitation for further contact.  I stated that I would love to send them updates and maintain some form of contact through the years.

{backstory: they signed TPR back in September.  They walked out of CYS refusing to provide any photos of themselves and stating they did not want further contact.  A few weeks later mom "unsigned".  TPR happened in Court Jan 30th.  Dad's termination was voluntary, Mom's termination was involuntary.  Since unsigning mom has refused all opportunity for visits.  I was glad to hear she agreed to be a part of a closing visit.}

Catie's first foster mom had the opportunity to supervise the visit.  She also offered to bring her in to the visit for me.  She picked her up and it was a pretty quiet morning. Rosie was missing her daddy so we called to see if he could come home for an early lunch.

After lunch we went to Target.  I wanted to get a small gift for her mom.  I had a photo printed to 5x7, purchased a pretty frame and planned to give it to her and promise to keep it filled through the years. 

I made arrangements to have my kids at a sitter so I could pick up Catie from the visit and attempt to say thank you to mom.  This can be tricky in the foster world because they are not giving up their child willingly.

On my drive there I was planning what I would say, how the exchange might go.  I was 15 minutes from CYS and cars started to slow, then came to a dead halt.  Traffic on the bypass is never a good thing.  There is no way out.  I sent foster mom a text that I was stuck in traffic and may be late.  It turned out there was a bad accident and all traffic was being diverted off the highway.  I was so stuck, all I could do is clutch my rosary and start to pray.  I was praying for Catie's birthmom and another birth mom that is in my prayers right now.

Thirty minutes later, the texts started coming back "how much longer"; "can we meet outside" and then "they had to leave."  Birth mom was there with her teenage daughter, whom I have never met.  I missed the opportunity to say goodbye.

When I finally arrived they were long gone.  I dropped off the picture to my social worker to be mailed to birth mom.  I collected Catie, I went back to the sitters, picked up my kids and came home.

There was a reason I was not there.  Only God knows.  I am told it was a wonderful visit.  Birth mom read my letter and sobbed.  She clearly accepted the fact that she could not care for Catie and she was where she needed to be.  Hearing all this I breathed a sigh of relief.  She has come to terms with the adoption, praise God.  I am hopeful the rest of our FWW (four week wait to TPR) will be uneventful.

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Look for  my guest blog tomorrow on Foster2Forever.  I am honored to be invited to be a regular part of a guest column on her blog.

six months

Six months.  We have only officially had Catie in our care for six months.  Unofficially, we had long visits for two months prior to her placement.

When I say the words "six months" it seems like no time at all.  When I think about her role in our life, it seems as if she has always been a part of us. 

I wish I could share pictures.  She scrunches up her nose to smile at me now...every time she sees me.  EVERYthing is "mommieee".  My husband does not love this...but boy does Catie love him (even though she calls him "mommieee").  She is always complimented on her personality.  She can be such a charmer.  She can also scream louder and with more intensity than any child I have ever met.  She does this if I attempt to remove my cell phone from her hands.

She is still a bit behind in the development department.  The best way to say is she moves at her own pace.  She is by far my safest-on-the-stairs baby and the first one to have not fallen down them.  She is very cautious of new movements, but as soon as she figures something out...she's golden.  It was amusing at a baby play date seeing a 7 month old standing (almost walking!) while my 14 month old won't even put her feet on the ground.  We are making progress.  She will get there!

I made the last of my treks to the children's hospital on her behalf; while at the same time scheduling my first appointment at said hospital on Augie's behalf.  More on that later.  Never a dull moment here. 

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I was recently moved reading an adoption account from another blogger.  Part 3 gives me insight into Catie's early NICU days.  Reading her account made me sad that we were not yet a part of Catie's life to love on her so intensely.

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Bio mom called and wants to schedule a closing visit.  I am actually thrilled to hear this.  First, to know she recognizes and accepts the end.  Second, because it is possibly my first and only chance to talk to her, thank her, hug her...and get a picture of her.  I hope she does not bail.

12 days down, 18 days to go.  It is a bit challenging to plan for things such as baptisms, but I have set a date for the end of May.  Hopefully she will be finally and officially ours before then...and May will be the big party!

termination of parental rights

TPR happened today (in court).  I have not gotten a report so I assume all went as scheduled.  I hope.

And so...we wait.  30 days.  At the end of that period, we can petition to adopt Catie.  This little girl that has stolen our hearts.  The little one who now calls me "mommie".  The little one who seemed to find me and made her way to the center of my heart the moment I saw her.  Catie who became a part of our family before she was even placed in our home.  This precious little child that I truly believe was meant to be a part of our lives. 

You are the sister Rosie prayed for.  The one who made Augie a big brother.  The one who challenges us in so many ways and then reels us right back in with that smile.  We can't wait to make you officially ours. 

To the Mother of Only One Child

This article by Simcha Fisher is spreading across facebook like wildfire.  It is very clear women relate so well. 

There are so many ways you can go with reflections on this.  The world of infertility, secondary infertility, why some women feel they can't handle more than one child.  I will just file it under "reasons to consider becoming a foster parent."

The other morning my husband and I sat at the table and enjoyed coffee while we watched our children playing together in the kitchen.  Siblings are a tremendous gift.  Without foster care, our daughter would still be an only child.  Now she has a little brother (aka her groom and her prince) and a little sister (aka the other princess or her little baby). 

Being a mom is hard.  In so many ways, being a mom to one is harder. 

"Reclaim your Joy"

This is what the Lord spoke to me tonight in adoration.

I thought I was driving to bible study but since it study was cancelled on account of the holiday, it ended up being "date night with Jesus."  It was kind of like when you are dating and your boyfriend does something really cool to surprise you.  Monday night. I am sitting at the Church parking lot and Jesus was waiting for me inside.  "Surprise!"

I LOVED THAT!  When I walked in, the only other person in the chapel walked out.  I was alone before the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament.  I think He planned this.  :)

I prayed for you!!  By name I prayed for everyone who has requested prayers, newly had a baby, newly adopted, painfully waiting.  You were all on my heart.  I prayed three fervent Hail Marys for my brother in law.  I prayed for my in laws.  I prayed for my family.

Intercessory prayer led me deeper and the Lord started talking.  I had a couple of things I was looking for inspiration on:
1. Living Out Lent night for women I am running next month
2. Theology of the Body retreat that I am doing with teen girls
3. Personal life, prayer life, etc.

I believe I have a theme for #1 "Lead Me to the Cross" and I ended up reading the Crucifixion accounts in all four gospels to see the role of women at the cross. 

I hope God can rock the girl's socks off for #2.  I was contemplating how a teenage girl could live "Free, Total, Faithful and Fruitful."  Cool stuff!  I am also so psyched about this opportunity and totally bringing "Rosie" dressed up in princess garb to remind the girls of when we all truly believed we were princesses.   

#3.  God led me to a verse.  Psalm 13.  My bible practically fell open to it.  I actually had a pencil resting in the page.  Surprise surprise.  Ummm, so I totally forgot, but this is the SAME VERSE God sent me to the last time I was in adoration.  I think He was trying to make a point!  Underlined, circled and verse that is going on my kitchen window: "Grant my heart JOY in your help."

I LOVE the word Joy.  At an Unbound conference in the Spring I was blessed to receive the Father's blessing via Neal Lozano.  His prayer was about the blessing of my name, Elisabeth and how during Mary's visit to Elizabeth the infant lept in her womb (for joy).  The blessing was for joy within me.  During adoration tonight I felt the Lord urging me to "reclaim joy in (my) life."  Lately, as a wife and mother I am more tired and less enthusiastic.  So, I am holding on to this new blessing and will be seeking my JOY.

Finally, my marching orders for the Month (from this post).
S (spiritual) - offer up my little sufferings for my husband
P (physical) - morning exercises with the kids
I (intellectual) - read one book, any book, this month
C (creative/communicative) - to try to have post-bedtime (=kids in bed) dinner with my husband 1x week
E (emotional) - speak words of affirmation to fill hubby's love tank

adoption matchmaking

I am falling in love with adoption matchmaking.  :) 

Two years ago I was blessed to play a small role in a friend being matched with their daughter.

In the fall, I blogged about fostering and how I wished I could just start bringing waiting kids to the doorsteps of waiting couples.

Recently, I became involved with an adoption opportunity and am so grateful to play witness to hearts opening up for such a special little girl.  It was no accident I blogged about feeding tubes.  Please keep praying for this precious little girl to find her forever family.   

Now..I have NO desire to be a social worker.  But it is wonderful to be an adoption advocate.

a lesson in feeding tubes

Tomorrow 'Catie' will be having surgery at 7.30am to close her feeding tube opening.  Surgery is rarely necessary...but she needs it.  Pray for her!


On the occasion of officially being done with the tubes (wahoo!) I thought I would take a moment to educate others on what exactly we dealt with (she dealt with) in the tube department.

Catie was in NICU for the first four months of her life.  I am not certain when exactly the feeding tube was placed, but I believe it was closer to the end of her stay.  Due to her drug addiction she was not feeding well and subsequently classified as failure to thrive. 

When I first met Catie, she had a GJ Tube.  It was a long tube, dangling from her body that had three ports.  One for the balloon (which is blown up inside her stomach to keep the tube in place), one for her G (gastric or stomach) port and one for the J (Jejunum) port.  No one is quite sure why the doctors felt Catie needed the additional J port, rather than just a stomach port, but the assumption is that babies are less likely to deal with reflux from medications when they are sent down the J port.  Catie and her WONDERFUL first foster mom worked hard together to wean from tube feeding to where she was taking in enough calories by mouth. 

What her GJ Tube looked like from the outside

It was surgically inserted into her Stomach and Jejunum

We did pretty well with the JG tube.  We normally dressed her in a onesie so she or our other kids could not pull it.  By the time she entered our care, she was eating exclusively by mouth and no longer receiving any meds.  Our responsibilities included daily care of the tube (flushing it with tap water) and care of her stoma (cleaning her opening as it was quite leaky and irritated).  So, despite the non use of the tube, doctors wanted to keep it in until fears of her weight gain issues had passed.  The JG tube remained in...until the wonderful day when she was not wearing a onesie and I picked her up out of the exersaucer.  Suddenly I was soaked.  I thought she had a messy diaper and I looked down and 'aaaagggghhhhh'.  I had pulled out her tube.  A trip to our local ER and they placed a temporary catheter to hold the stoma open.  A week later and a trip to the children's hospital further away, and Catie was downgraded to MicKey G tube.  If she needed to have the J portion reinserted, it would have had to be done surgically by scope.  Fortunately, the Mic Key tube insertion was a quick process in the doctors office.  I learned how to insert it, in the event it was pulled out. 

The Mic Key tube was SO much nicer.  So, as before, responsibilities were flushing the tube, cleaning the stoma. checking the balloon fluid level and on occasion, removing the tube to check for leaks or replacing it. 

Catie had the Mic Key tube up until December, when I begged her doctor to get rid of it altogether.  There is no way in haities I was going to mess up her progress and put food in that thing.  No set backs here buddy!  Her weight gain was still slow, but consistent with her growth, so he agreed.  Removal was simple.  I got home that night and took it out.  I put a gauze on top and put her to bed.  Instructions were if it had not closed in 48 hours I may have to come back and get a stitch. 

Well...something got lost in doctor lingo.  After three days I discovered a small leak.  For the last several weeks I have lovingly referred to her site as her blow hole.  I have had to keep it covered and tomorrow it will finally be surgically closed.  Not quite 'just a stitch' but a simple procedure supposedly.

So...hopefully you have enjoyed your brief lesson on feeding tubes.  As I have never fed through a feeding tube, I can't be of too much help.  We have some fancy equipment in our garage and I have learned words such as bolus, that never really applied to us.  BUT, if you ever encounter a child with a tube, Be Not Afraid! 

Schooling & Perspective

Perspective.

I remember when Rosie was two, I started feeling the internal pressure for pre-school.  We have so much pressure to school.  Shortly after that, I started getting the questions.  "Is 'Rosie' starting school in the fall?"  (as she was about to turn 3).  Since that time the pressure to school has not just been internal.  In books I had begun to read, it seemed there was more information about dangers of schooling too early.

This past school year Rosie was JUST eligible for our parish pre-school.  In discerning what to do, specifically if we wanted her to be oldest in the class or youngest, a very wise teacher friend said "always give your child the gift of time."  She also asked "would you rather your daughter be driving her friends around or riding in the back of their car?"  That was an easy answer.  In quick interview with others, it seemed that being older in the class was usually preferred/easier. 

Perspective.

Before, I was dealing with pressure to school.  Now, perspective allows me to see that giving her an extra year allows us to have her in our home an extra year.  Rather than rushing our 17 year old off to college, we will have almost a full year with our 18 year old.  I am obviously not parenting a teenager right now.  But, reason tells me in parenthood, every moment counts.

This year we have been working on "handwriting without tears".  It has been a very loose pre-school program, but we so enjoy our time together.  That said, I am still struggling heavily with the idea of being solely responsible for her education.  Mainly related to the responsibility of having all children in my charge at all times...this in itself is a big lifestyle change, it is not so easy just to run to the store.  Also, teaching requires quite a bit of patience...and so far we are only sitting down for an hour a couple of times a week.  For Christmas, I received another wishlist book, Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons.   I am looking forward to starting that this year. 

I am not sure yet if we will enroll in pre school in the fall or continue to school at home.  We love the precious moments with our beautiful children.  We love teaching our values and faith, seeing our two year old sing Alleluia or bow his head to pray and say Amen.   We love seeing Rosie grow into a God-loving little girl.  Those moments of witnessing the fruits of our parenting are priceless. 

For 2012, "God, please continue to shower me with BUCKETS of grace necessary to be a good mom.  A loving mom.  An encouraging mom.  A mom who teaches by her actions.  Help ME be a better ME.  For this I pray. Amen."

organizational gold mine

one word...COZI

and the story goes, I facebooked my husband a link for Best Apps for Catholic Moms because he received a tablet for Christmas and was looking for great apps.  Some how, when he looked at it on his tablet, he did not see what I see...but somehow found out about cozi.com. 

He started to tell me about this cool app that he thought I would like.  I thought to myself, not another online calendar (we have tried google calendars, my planner, fridge calendars, paul's outlook, etc etc) and I shrugged it off and forgot he even mentioned it.

Well, part of my new years resolution involves keeping my sink shiny.  As I was looking through flylady.net this morning, she referred me to cozi.com.  It looked interesting so I started to create a new account..and discovered my husband already created one for us.

SINCE we now have oh....4 internet connected devices around our home (one pc, two laptops and a tablet)...cozi.com will be my new home page.

I have spent the past two hours updating our family calendar, checking the shopping list that my husband added (both calendar and shopping list can be sent via text to our phones) and finally....adding our favorite recipes to the recipe box.  This is one area that I have never found a home for on the internet.  I frequently print recipes, and file them in our paper recipe box.  But I am always loosing pages (not to mention the ink and paper).  Check out what Cozi can do for storing favorite recipes and meal planning!  I have been moving some pinterest ideas over to cozi.

It has a great feature for logging favorite family moments that can be shared on a monthly basis (or whenever) with family.  Great as not everyone checks my blog or facebook and you can just email for whomever might be interested.  

In a nutshell...well just watch this

 

adoption opportunity

I was just asked if I know anyone that wants to adopt a little girl.

She is special needs and uber adorable.

One year old, down syndrome, maternal drug addiction, feeding tube; Hispanic.    Doing well, LOVES to interact and talk.  Paternal rights terminated.  In need of a good, loving, permanent home.  Please email me for more information. 

on brokenness

When I imagined becoming a mom, I imagined I would be a fantastic mom.  Loving, encouraging, taking the time to play with my kids.  And then, thanks be to God, I became a mom.  And it was hard.  And adding children (thank you Jesus) it has gotten even more difficult.

When I contemplate the mom I actually am to my children (when no one is looking) I am ashamed.

As I am writing this blog, I am listening to the message of the Holy Father as given on Christmas Day.  His Orbi et Urbi (message to Rome and the World).  His message is "Christ, come to save us!"


emphasis mine-
"This is the meaning of the Child’s name, the name which, by God’s will, Mary and Joseph gave him: he is named Jesus, which means “Saviour” (cf. Mt 1:21; Lk 1:31). He was sent by God the Father to save us above all from the evil deeply rooted in man and in history: the evil of separation from God, the prideful presumption of being self-sufficient, of trying to compete with God and to take his place, to decide what is good and evil, to be the master of life and death (cf. Gen 3:1-7). This is the great evil, the great sin, from which we human beings cannot save ourselves unless we rely on God’s help, unless we cry out to him: “Veni ad salvandum nos! – Come to save us!”

The very fact that we cry to heaven in this way already sets us aright; it makes us true to ourselves: we are in fact those who cried out to God and were saved (cf. Esth [LXX] 10:3ff.). God is the Saviour; we are those who are in peril. He is the physician; we are the infirm. To realize this is the first step towards salvation, towards emerging from the maze in which we have been locked by our pride. To lift our eyes to heaven, to stretch out our hands and call for help is our means of escape, provided that there is Someone who hears us and can come to our assistance."

Self-Sufficiency.  I have heard that one before.  Specifically from Neal Lozano, an amazing prayer warrior who broke me open.  Self sufficiency is one of my regular perils.  An evil that lies in disguise because I am so busy taking care of things myself...too busy to look to God.  Too busy to cry out for help. 

Lord, break me open.  I cry out to you.  I can not do this on my own.

the miracle of conception

Before I send anyone into a state of shock, this is not an announcement on my behalf.  This is a post that has been in my head a few days now.

October will mark 10 years married for my husband and I.  Not once in this time frame have we attempted to avoid or prevent conception in any form.  In all those years only one glorious, wonderful day our marital union resulted in conception; 5 years ago...almost to this day.  As we shared our news, it floored our family.   Everyone was waiting for the announcement that we had our first placement from our adoption agency.  It still floors me.

The miracle of conception.  The MIRACLE, the MAGNITUDE was not lost on us.  EACH conception changes the world forever.  In the audio letter from Michelle Duggar to the daughter she recently miscarried, Michelle states " Its an awesome thought to me that you fulfilled your life's purpose in such a short time."  I love that Jubilee was her 21st conceived child and she holds her in such esteem.



Certainly, not every conception happens in the most ideal of circumstances.  As a parent, I FULLY understand the challenges of raising just one child.  For the teenager that conceives out of wedlock, the drug addict that conceives with unknown partner, or even the haggard mother of many children, conceiving may not be perceived as miraculous.  BUT, God has allowed sperm and egg to come together and HE has stamped His image and likeness into an immortal soul.  This incredible, miraculous instant, that some couples may never experience first hand, changes the world forever.

As an adoptive mama, I am blessed by two beautiful miracles, conceived in difficult circumstances.  Although I am not the one who conceived them, I am the one who excitedly dreams about their future and in what ways they may change the world.  Two nights ago I watched "It's a Wonderful Life" for the first time. I recommend it (but you MUST watch from start to finish, no sort of watching).  As a  worn out mother of young children (thank you Jesus), I am not often given the opportunity to reflect on the miracle of my own conception, my own life.  But it is a good thing to do.

Last year I posted a music video by the most inspirational song writer with regards to adoption.  Click the songs tab at the top and you will see that Stephen Curtis Chapman has three of my four posted songs.  If you need a refresher, watch the music video for Meant to Be. If you are having a difficult year, or a difficult holiday season....reflect on these things.  What has the miracle of your conception meant to the world? 

And if you are considering foster care, or adoption...go to CBS and watch "A Home for the Holidays" and consider how you can be a miracle in another life.

what we've been up to (in pictures)

In the last 3 1/2 weeks we have:

Driven to Chicago and Back (round trip 26 hours) to visit our 93 year old pra-Busia (great grandmother)

Celebrating Thanksgiving Mass in the Nursing Home with my Brother in Law as celebrant

Stopped at the Flight 93 Memorial on the way home

Boulder Marks Impact Site

Marble Wall marks the Flight Path

and unborn child

I hosted and was the MC at our Advent by Candlelight for ~175 women

Then we hugged Catie and Papa goodbye, drove to Maryland and flew home to Florida for a long weekend


Celebrated Augie's 2nd Birthday in FL with grandparents, aunt, uncle and cousin (and papa via skype)



Threw a baby shower for my sister in law, I made these for my Niece, idea from That's My Letter

Met up with a friend from Alabama

(pic to follow)

Flew Home

Decorated for Christmas, Cleaned House and Celebrated Catie's First Birthday with a Polish Feast (thanks to my husband, our caterer) 

Happy Birthday Catie girl!

And now...we are putting our feet up a bit and preparing for a quiet Christmas. 

Happy 4th week of Advent!

flying solo with kids

Since we forgot to put out their shoes last night, we are hoping St Nick will catch us on the late shift.  Three shoes lay outside in anticipation.  Tomorrow morning our kiddos will awaken to a surprise.  

The littlest shoe will get a ticket for a "long weekend with papa";
The two year old and four year old will get a ticket for "flight to Florida to see Grandpa & Mimi";
in addition to a few other sprinkled goodies, of course. 


Mimi, in her excitement, has had Santa aka Amazon ringing our door bell over and over.  We are filled to the brim with all things Trunki.  Trunki is thing #1 joining our adventure and I am hopeful it will keep Rosie occupied, in addition to holding a few surprises for Augie.

Thing # 2 joining us is the GoGo Kidz Travelmate.  THANK YOU Becky for helping me out with the craigslist pick up!  I am optimistic that thing #2 will help me not loose kid #2 in the hustle and bustle of the airport.  It should also help for containment purposes on the airplane. 

I have to go upstairs and figure out what else will hopefully help us survive this adventure.  Off the top of my head, big lollipops from St Nick to help with air time quiet, snacks, snacks and more snacks, the paci that Augie has not yet given up.  

I am a little nervous about the shuttle too and from long term parking with kids and bags in tow.  I am hoping they will let me curbside check the bag before I park.  Fingers crossed!  St Christopher, pray for us!

Our first visit

This morning we met with Augie's birth mom for our first post-termination visit (it has been 9 1/2 months since we saw her last). 

The morning started with me waking up at 9am, the same time as the start of our visit.  So, our morning started in a panic.  I called her and we rushed out the door. We got to the restaurant and no birth mom.  I called again, worried they were at a different location, thankfully she was in the parking lot.  Deep breath.  Stress relieving.

It was a good visit.  I had been coaching Augie of her name for a few days.  She lit up when she saw him and so did he.  They look so much alike.  He gave her a kiss, gave me a look for reassurance then gave her a hug.  I bought breakfast and if you read from our final visit it was a HUGE deal for birth mom when we bought her coffee in the past...free is not a part of her world.  We talked about the things Augie is doing, how her life is going and our adoption relationship.  She referred to Augie by the name we choose for him and said how she looked it up to pronounce it correctly.  She said it suited him and his birth father had accepted the change better than she thought he would.

We talked, we played and she got lots of kisses.

It is/was a bit nerve wrecking knowing in the past they had two requests;  1. We not cut his hair 2. We not change his name.  We did not honor either of those requests.  They have accepted these things and are still grateful for any relationship we allow.  She assured me we are his parents and she can just hope for contact and a relationship.  I assured her that I do not fear they will be a bad influence or go against us (in how we are raising him).

Overall, it was wonderful.  There is a definite pull in me to more openness.  I have to limit my enthusiasm.  I have to refrain from referring to her as "mama".  We refer to them by their first names, at their request. 

Augie has two half siblings by his birth mom.  They live with different adoptive parents and have never been photographed together.  My goal is to facilitate a summer visit for the kids to get together and continue a winter visit with mom and dad. 

I left the visit praising God.  While I would love to be a fly on the wall to hear her take on the visit, I need to trust what I know and what I see.  I see a mother who loves the son she gave birth to and I am grateful for her.

about a boy

Tomorrow is our first visit with Augie's birth mom since they said goodbye, back in February.  The excitement has been building and I was thrilled when my husband declared it was exciting.  I will be taking him by myself while DH watches the girls.  We are meeting at our favorite restaurant and I am crossing my fingers Augie will be well behaved.  I will update later...but for now, here the letter to the birth parents coming with us.  

It feels as if it has been forever.  We think of you daily.  I could write pages about Augie. 

Let me just tell you about this boy…he is the sweetest most challenging person I know.  He will go out of his way to give the sweetest kisses, and 5 minutes later be covered in ink, marker, diaper cream, etc.  We joke that he needs a water bottle attached to his hip to keep him hydrated.  When he is not happy at the dinner table he pushes (or throws) his  food and grunts.  He loves playing with Rosie and it is so much fun to watch them play games together.  And Airplanes…boy does he love airplanes.  We were on a walk recently when he saw an airplane.  He was just walking aimlessly with his arms out, making the sound, “flying” through his imagination.  Though he will not hear me call his name from 5 feet away, he manages to hear airplanes 5,000 feet away (selective hearing). 

He loves to sing itsy bitsy spider and twinkle twinkle little star.  He is starting to sing the alphabet song (just a bit) and become familiar with counting numbers. 

I have a theory that his head is magnetically drawn to the floor.  He still frequently has a bruisey forehead, but overall, he is wonderful. 

We are so excited for our visit and looking forward to creating more memories together in the future.  My hope is to get the kids together at some point for a visit together. 

We are just figuring out this whole adoption and open relationship thing, so bear with us…but we are grateful that you love him so much and we hope to foster your relationship with him as the years go by. 

With Love,Ua

Featured at Forever, For Always, No Matter What

Thanks to our lovely Jen for helping me share our story today at Forever, For Always, No Matter What: 
Adopting from Foster Care

And Jen just shared with me the story was picked up by The Foster Care Daily.  Scroll to the bottom of the page. 

The SPICE it up Challenge

For those out there who have learned Creighton, you know about SPICE. This stands for the Spiritual, Physical, Intellectual, Creative/Communicative and Emotional/psychological needs of your spouse.  The talking point is "while genital contact is to be avoided during the days of fertility, if your intention is to avoid pregnancy, "sexual" contact (SPICE - the broader concept of relationship) should never be avoided."  In other words, be extra willing to work on your marriage in other departments during times of abstinence.

One of my favorite parts of teaching CrM is facilitating the SPICE discussion. Probably about 90% of the time I end up recommending the book "The 5 Love Languages."  I will offer more on this in my next post.

When we first learned Creighton (and SPICE) it was the in midst of our struggle with infertility.  Avoiding pregnancy was not a concern.  In the wise words of my practitioner, couples dealing with infertility have to work just as hard, if not harder at their relationship. We were encouraged to make a list of 10 non-genital ways we could show love to our spouse, and then compare notes. At that time, we did all that we were asked, but I never fully brought SPICE into our marriage.

I am blogging this topic tonight as I am in need of a refresher course.  I am so blessed by my marriage of 9 years.  I could not ask for a better spouse or partner in life.  That said, is SO easy to be consumed by busyness, children, responsibilities...life, and forget the needs of your spouse.

Helpmate.  I am called to be a helpmate.  The etymology of the word, specifically points to Genesis 2:28, God's creation of woman to be a helper for man.  Most online dictionaries refer to helpmate as "specifically: wife". 

Spinning off from Magnify the Lord's Marriage Monday posts, for myself I am starting the SPICE it up challenge.  My prayer and goal this week is to have an understanding heart.  It is so easy to expect/demand help at the end of a long day.  Yet, at that time, I am the one called to be a helpmate (my love...if you are reading....I will do my best).

I am a fan of SPICE...but how has it impacted my marriage?  I can not ask others to do what I am not.

This week I shall:
 
S - pray for my husband daily
P - daily embrace initiated by me "just because"
I - 5 Love Language Assessment (more in a future post)
C - do the dishes joyfully
E - sit down with my husband when he arrives home & converse about the day

about that brokenness part

Today was a horrible day in my history of parenting.

I could be calling this "confessions of a horrible parent".  I could easily be sharing about how my family is being investigated by cps (we aren't).  I could be sharing how ____ child was injured by X, Y or Z.  Or worse.

There is truly no such thing as a perfect parent and I SWEAR it is only by the grace of God that our children survive their youth.  Today, I give thanks for guardian angels who work over time, especially protecting my children.  I give thanks for other guardian angels that intervene on their behalf.

But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me." 2 Corinthians 12:9

Dear Blog, thank you for being my therapy today.

Blessed and Broken

Thanks for following me over here!  I have wanted to change the name of my blog and site address for a while.  I finally took the plunge.  When I started my blog (bringing home baby?), it was in anticipation of one day parenthood.  We have been so blessed to bring home not one, but three babies.  This new title more aptly suits where I am/we are today.

growing our family through foster care

In honor of National Adoption Month, Foster 2 Forever is sponsoring a blog hop.


When you google "National Adoption Month" the frist link that pops up is US Dept of Health & Human Services, Child Welfare Gateway.  In the first paragraph you read, it states over 100,000 children are waiting for permanent homes in the foster care system.  At the same time over 7 million women in the US are suffering infertility, or about 1 in 8 couples (resolve website).

As I said before, I wish I could cut through the red tape and start knocking on some of these doors with some of these beautiful kids.

Adoption through foster care is a tremendous blessing, one that I wish more people would take advantage of.  When I just wanted to be a mom, fostering seemed so big and intimidating.  Now, as a foster parent, I realize there is nothing to fear.  Fostering has taught me how to love deeper.  God has blessed me with two beautiful children as a result of stepping out in courage.  Our first adoption "Auggie" was finalized on July 14th.  We are looking forward to our second adoption of "Catie" possibly in the early spring.  Both of these beautiful children came to us as babies.  In the end, the process was far easier than anything we had previously looked into about international adoption.  Not to mention, 20,000 times more affordable.

Consider opening up your hearts and your home to the blessing of a  foster child (or children).  It will change your life (and theirs) forever.  

the most fun a Catholic mother can have...

is to dress her children up as little saints!  Sorry about the pic quality, my camera is dying.  And St Augustine has yet to be captured on film.

St Faustina

THE coolest snack!  St Cookies made by the lovely hostess.

St Therese of Liseux rose sandwiches

St Patrick fruit shamrock with pot of gold

our case

Following up on an earlier statement, I would just like to clarify when I said mom unsigned.

I was not surprised at the report, nor was I particularly concerned.  Our case is still progressing and overall her parents have done little to nothing to get her back.  Dad's rights are terminated (though I still can't quite figure out how this works exactly in the foster care system...more in second).  Mom has made not attempt to resume visitation.  The social worker will continue to move forward with the termination hearings.

Regarding TPR...this is what I have experienced and what applies to foster care in our county/state:

• Termination of parental rights can happen either voluntarily (they sign) or involuntarily (they don't sign).  Involuntary TPR looks bad on the parent's record.
  
• In the case with Augie, neither parent wanted to sign...understandably.  They wanted him.  BUT they were not compliant with the changes they needed to make in their lives.  Our social worker filed for the termination hearing (for involuntary)  It was scheduled for Feb 28th.  After she finished her reports (a lengthy process from what I understand) - they signed, right before the termination hearing.  This made her reports unnecessary to the case as well as extended the process for us.
    
• After a parent signs, they have 30 days to revoke, or change their minds.  After the 30 day period, a confirmation of consent hearing is scheduled.  After that hearing there is an an additional 30 day waiting period.  If you are thinking what I am thinking....So, what does that mean?  Can they change their minds after the confirmation hearing??  I don't think so, but I am not exactly sure what that second waiting period is for. 

I was told by our last adoption worker that she has never seen a case passed to the adoption unit where the child then went back to live with his/her parents.  This does not account for relatives showing up during this period, however.

• After the termination hearings are all said and done and after the 30 day waiting period, THEN you can file petitions to adopt.  With Augie TPR was all said and done in May and we adopted him in July. 

Reading other foster blogs, I have learned that cases seem to be handled so differently from place to place. 

I have learned to love that my county does a great deal of research up front to identify a possible kinship resource.  In both the case of Augie and Catie, we had to wait out/overcome the biological aunt that wanted them.  The benefit of this process is that is largely handled upfront, rather than on the back end.  For example, we knew about the aunts in both cases and still choose to accept the placements.   If our kinship research department was not strong (or that was not a priority) these women could have popped up later and unexpectedly, causing a great deal of fear, delays or worse. 

And back to Catie.  We had our first visit with the adoption social worker.  She is young and the young ones tend to fill the space more with words that potentially get your hopes up.  I learned this after many hours of sitting with our last, very experienced adoption worker said very little and just enjoyed the coffee and kids.  Our new caseworker is in the process of scheduling TPR.  I believe they try to terminate on the same day.  Although one signed and one unsigned...so not sure how this happens (they are two different types of hearings).  If mom comes forward and signs again...stick another 30 day wait in here anywhere.

Social worker hopes to possibly schedule tpr hearing by the end of the year.  She said to keep in mind everyone is vacationing around this time for the holidays, so it may not happen before 2012.  BUT, if it does...we could potentially have an adoption by February!!  OKAY...let me just inject a bit of realism here....I have learned to never believe timelines from young social workers (mrs. experience rarely offered a timeline).  BUT it is sure easy to run with that idea in one's head! 

Catie is JUST.ON.THE.CUSP of crawling.  Maybe this week?  She gets on all fours and does that adorable wiggle all the time.  I love her!  Thanks to Veggie Tales playing frequently in our home, I am often singing Catie Manateee.... you are the one for me....sent from up above...you are the one I love (one I love). 

Ruffles!

I have never been known for setting fashion trends, but in the last two weeks (since I changed over my wardrobe for fall/winter) I have had an intense desire for feminine looking tops. 

I realized that every time I wear a top with ruffles, I am complemented.  My profile picture has a shirt I love (with ruffles). 

 On my anniversary, I wore a cute ruffled shirt.  I don't pull it too often because it has a poof that makes me look pg, but I have tucked into an adorable skirt with pockets and received 4 complements out on date night. 

I tried my theory again today with another cotton ruffle shirt, and yes...complement!

When facing down my closet full of formless or even tight fitting unfemininely shaped sweaters, I am dreaming of ruffles. 

Sure enough, go to my favorite store under blouses and there are lots of ruffles.  So, for the first time, I am pinning something into my style section of Pinterest that I have not copied from someone else's cute outfit. 

Thanks to Magnify the Lord and God's Plan for getting me thinking about fashion.  :)

Reflections from Adoration

Every October our parish hosts a month of adoration.  Today I had the great privilege to attend, thanks to the fantastic idea of a friend who suggested a kid-swap.  In this little chapel, I have prayed through many years of struggles.  Due to the blessing of my children, this is the first time I have been able to attend in a few years. 

I had a fantastic time of reflecting upon the goodness of the Lord.  As I was wrapping up my time, I felt the Lord calling me to Psalm 13.  In my bible it was entitled "Prayer in Time of Illness".  "Ummm, God?"  But I read through.

Psalm 13
I

2How long, LORD? Will you utterly forget me?

How long will you hide your face from me?^a

3How long must I carry sorrow in my soul,

grief in my heart day after day?

How long will my enemy triumph over me?

II
4Look upon me, answer me, LORD, my God!
Give light to my eyes lest I sleep in death,
5Lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed,”
lest my foes rejoice at my downfall.^b

III
6But I trust in your faithfulness.
Grant my heart joy in your help,
That I may sing to the LORD,
"How good our God has been to me!"^c

* [Psalm 13] A typical lament, in which the psalmist feels forgotten by God (Ps 13:2–3)—note the force of the repetition of “How long.” The references to enemies may suggest some have wished evil on the psalmist. The heartfelt prayer (Ps 13:4–5) passes on a statement of trust (Ps 13:6a), intended to reinforce the prayer, and a vow to thank God when deliverance has come (Ps 13:6b).

At part III it started to make sense.  I reread it a couple of times and then my time in this little chapel made even more sense.   For so many years I felt forgotten by God.  I was carrying sorrow in my soul from the burden of Infertility.  That particular cross shook my faith to the core.  Through the years my husband and brother in law (a priest) would try to offer encouragement and words of inspiration.  I did not see the face of God in my suffering.  I was mad. 

I struggled, truly struggled through this.  I wanted to find God but WHY would He make the greatest desire of my heart to be a mother and then withhold from me that ability, that gift. 

My all time favorite verse, as I matured in my struggle, was from Genesis.  The story of Jacob wrestling with the angel.  If you have not read it, go!  It is from Genesis 32 verse 25-29.  The line...my life line: "But Jacob said, “I will not let you go until you bless me.”

Tonight we celebrated our anniversary with a lovely evening out.  I am SO blessed with my children and it is SO nice to have a night with out them with the man who started it all.

For me, it did take being blessed to truly speak that last verse.  I can look in reflection and pray "I trust in your faithfulness. Grant my heart joy in your help, That I may sing to the LORD,"How good our God has been to me!"

 

9 years ago

9 years ago I woke up from my last night of singleness.

In my journal I wrote:

"It is here!  Today I will be a bride - and I will walk down the aisle and share vows with Paul.  I am so excited and my heart is bursting as I write this.  Praise Jesus for the joy in my heart right now.  I can't even comprehend the enormity of this great covenant - yet my hope and trust are in the Lord who has brought me this far" 

My freshman year of college I gave up dating for lent.  Yes...I was a bit boy crazy and it was a perfectly legitimate sacrifice.  :)  One that ended up changing my life in a significant way.  As I offered that sacrifice to the Lord, I felt Him urging me to make a 3 year commitment to Him.  To give up dating for 3 years.  That same week, in my secular college bookstore, I stumbled upon this newly released book and about had a heart attack.  It was God's gift to me.

The next man I fell in love with was my husband, 5 years later. 

Those 5 years were my gift to God and to my future husband.  In the same way, my husband committed his heart to me years before we met.  God did write our love story.  What a glorious day!

I will save more wedding day reflections for anniversary #10.  At the prompting of Betty Beguiles I am going to share a bit about our honeymoon.

We choose Banff, Canada.  We had Canada in mind and one our my bridesmaids had chosen that as their location, two months before us.  We followed their recommendation.  It was gorgeous!   Hiking, horseback riding, views, glaciers.

And apart from the silly stories for our private memoirs....here are a few moments we will never forget:
- Our first night I wanted to start a fire in our fireplace at the hotel while my hubby was downstairs picking up a pizza. He came up and in the room as smoke was billowing out and our smoke detector was going off. I had forgotten to open the flue. Thank goodness our hotel was not evacuated.
-  Drinking hot chocolate spiked with peppermint schnapps and playing scrabble in front of the lobby fireplace
- Watching The Ring in the theater and then immediately dragging Paul (who was terribly hungry) back in the theater to watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding, again...to get the horror movie off my mind....we also had to switch hotels as a result of this move as we were in a cabin-like place at the time.
- Eating at the Grizzly House, our favorite by far. 
- Loving the hot springs, and then learning later that my husband made that ultimate sacrifice for me (he does not do hot)
- Dreaming about our future and our family...which couldn't come soon enough.  9 years later we are so truly blessed beyond our wildest dreams.

the reality

Lest I trick people into thinking foster care is easy, let me take a few minutes to share the reality.

First, mom revoked.  Essentially, this means she unsigned.  I am not sure if it is just in our state or just a foster care thing, but after signing TPR, parents have 30 days to change their minds.  Our social worker discussed this possibility with us.  I was prepared for the possibility. 

Foster care is hard.  Parents are not willingly giving up their children.  While there are in fact some completely horrific parents (abusers, for example), most parents love their children and just can not care for them (or care for themselves).  Putting myself in baby love's mother's shoes, I can see why she revoked.  She has a mother's heart.  I imagine most women would suffer deep agony in the process of letting go of their child.  Our social worker mentioned one mother she had who signed and revoked three separate times.  While our process would be quicker had she not revoked, I am also grateful to see that piece of her "mother's" heart.  She is attempting to change herself for the good of her child.  

Foster care is hard.  You don't want to see parents fail.  Being a foster parent is unique; Especially for the pre-adoptive foster parents (those seeking to adopt).  While you can not imagine letting go of the child you love, you are also witness to something very sad.  In many cases, you are witness to lives falling apart or people struggling who can not overcome their difficulties.  I remember with Augie's parents, I almost wanted to adopt them and teach them.  There are so many people in place through the system that are attempting to offer help, mentorship, etc.  Ultimately, changing is the decision of the parent and in my limited experience, I have yet to witness such a change.    

Foster care is hard.  Even fostering a newborn, you are fostering a child who was likely neglected in utero.  While I can venture to say most foster kids face major challenges (physically, mentally); Here I can only speak for my personal experience.  Augie's mom was taking medication that likely zapped her folic acid.  As a result, Augie has a minor MINOR form of spina bifida.  As a result, I learned the ins and outs of the children's hospital.  I was by his side as he went under anesthesia on two separate occasions for two separate MRIs.  We had early intervention appointments in our home for a year.

"Catie" (baby love) was born severely drug addicted.  As in the most drug addicted baby the hospital had ever witnessed.  She was in the hospital for the first four months of her life.  She spent the first six months fighting to overcome her forced addiction and still struggles as a result today.  She is not a fan of bottles, teething and little kids trying to hold her.  When she is upset she makes sure the neighborhood knows it.  Overall she is wonderful and I love her desperately.  Because of her I have learned the ins and outs of a second children's hospital and we have resumed weekly therapy sessions for early intervention.

Foster care is hard.  There is no such thing as predictable.  I have said multiple times, the only predictable part of fostering is it is unpredictable.  We fell in love with Catie in May.  She was not available, then she was available.  Then not available, then available.  Over and over and over again.  Her case was SO back and forth it was ridiculous.  She came to live with us officially on August 3rd.  At the end of August we had a two hour court session before a week long wait for a verdict.  I am grateful that the judge ruled that she should remain with us.  After all that, at any time someone else could pop up.  Something in the case could drastically change.  You have to learn to roll with the punches.  I am pretty sure I know the direction this case will go (as with Augie).  I truly feel that God wanted her to be a part of our lives.  For how long, I don't know...but I am optimistic.

BUT, Foster Care is a Blessing!  When I was in the throes of infertility, we were also struggling to get our fiances under control.  We had not met Dave Ramsey soon enough and were battling credit card debt, student loans, home equity loan, etc etc etc.  I had NO idea how we would ever EVER afford adoption.  I remember struggling to wrap my brain around the idea of why I had to have 20k to become a mom.  I didn't get foster care then.  We were afraid of the unknown.  It was all in God's perfect plan for us.  Rosie was meant to be our introduction into parenthood.  All that prepared us for welcoming Augie and Catie via foster care. 

I could go on and on about the blessings.  For so many years I longed for a child.  I cried for a child.  It seemed impossible.  On this side, I see so many children.  I was in the waiting room at children & youth on Tuesday.  I watched as a beautiful little girl (probably about 6) sat nervously with a woman, clearly not mom or foster mom.  I watched as a social worker explained she would need to think of who she wanted to live with.  "I want to live with my mom" she said.  I watched as the social worker explained that "mommy needs to get better and you need to think of what kind of foster family you would like."  Previous to that conversation, we were exchanging smiles as she was watching the adorable baby on my lap (everyone watches my adorable baby).  After seeing that conversation, I literally wanted to jump up, grab her, hug her and tell her I am a foster mom.  I wanted to ask if she wanted to come live with us!  Reality got the best of me.  Timing is SOOOO not right.  I have seen so many beautiful kids and want so much to just love them all. 

I wish I could be the one to start pairing these kids up with my hurting friends.  I know so many fantastic couples/families.  I wish I could just cut through the red tape and start matching.  I would not be the one to honor the expectations of what the waiting couples were looking for.  Instead, I would be knocking on their door with kid adorable, baby needs a home, the little girl who needs a family to stay with.  Becoming a foster mother, I have learned to ask not for what I want but for who needs me the most.

I don't know how but I also trust that God is able to use my experiences to open the door for someone else to try fostering.  I was blessed to follow on the coat tails of one friend.  I hope others will follow on ours.

unrecognizable reflection

Have you ever been shocked by your reflection?

I was shocked on Sunday.  That happened as my family was walking into Mass on Sunday morning and saw our reflection in the glass doors.

It is one thing to be mama to this family....to be inside and living the everyday.  It was completely shocking to see what everyone else sees when they look at us.  Family of five with back to back babies.

I relived this experience on Tuesday when I took my daughter to ballet class.  I had taken her twice previously, leaving the babies at home.  Tuesday, I brought the babies.  As I walked in, I can't even begin to tell you the looks I received.  It actually makes me laugh.  I can't even describe the feeling of being infertile and looking uberfertile. I caved and explained to the two women that Augie was flirting with that I was a foster mom.  I am not quite sure why I felt the need to offer a disclaimer, but I did.

I remember having Augie as a baby and the feeling of being satisfied with our family size.  My hands were full.  My hands are full again.  Five years ago I had no idea if we would be blessed with the gift of parenthood.  Today, we are blessed!

I have been busy on the name hunt and finally dragged hubby into the search.  As of tonight I have my top pick.  Hopefully we can confirm within the next week or two.  :)  If all goes well with the TPR, I hope to announce sometime next month.

they signed

Today I brought Baby Love in for her normally scheduled visit with bio parents.  When I waked in, they walked out (did not see me).  I saw my social worker and asked "what is going on?!"  She mouthed "they signed." 
WHAT??? 

I was blindsided.  I know dad has talked about it...or I should say has threatened it.  I had no idea mom was on the cusp as well.  It may not be until December that everything goes through (not quite sure why...waiting on a court date??) but if we get through the next 30 days, we will be well on our way to a second adoption.

Mom and Dad were very uncooperative, refusing to even provide pictures of themselves or BL's half-sibs for BL in the future.  It breaks my heart for her.  All I can do is look at my sweet sweet girl and love her and pray over her.

I remember the day Augie's parent's signed.  It was as if he was a little more mine that day.  We were prepared for the long transition into becoming BL's parents.  Suddenly...she is much closer to being ours.  I called Paul and said "we have to start thinking of a name!"

This case is so tough.  How will I explain to her why Augie has visits with his bios while she does not?  How will I fill this void in her life?  In the words of a friend...I am going to begin to pray out the spirit of rejection. 


Given the circumstances and the parents attitudes...I just keep thinking...how incredibly miraculous it is that she is here.  I have done my share of sidewalk counseling and her parents could have very easily made the choice to abort her.  For the fact they choose life, I will be eternally grateful.  I pray for them and I pray that somehow they realize that they just did an amazing thing. 

Feast of the Exaltation of the Cross

And being found in human form he humbled himself and became obedient unto death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. (Philippians 2, 8-11)

 For all those still dealing with the cross and suffering of infertility...I am praying for you today. 

Home School, 3 days in

Today was day 3 of my homeschooling career (pre-school).  I was super resistant, especially in light of the placement of baby love.  I had not prepared much at all (with the exception of thinking about decorating a home school room).  The day before my planned start date I sat down at the computer and spent an hour looking through resources, including more decorating ideas.  <--- self admittedly, this is my biggest draw to home school right now.

Day 1

Here we go!

After three days, I must admit, I enjoy this dedicated time!  For Rosie, right now school is mostly about role playing.  She loves to play the part of the student (including wearing a back pack and school shoes) and she loves to call me "hey teacher".  Our goal is mild, one hour, three days a week.  We do lunch, put the babes to bed and come downstairs. 

In our hour, we start with the Lords Prayer, say the Pledge of Allegiance, spend time reading a bible story, talking about a virtue or the saint of the day; move into handwriting/letter recognition and close with an activity/song or story. 

Based on a recommendation, I am using ideas from Handwriting without Tears for the teaching order and multi-sensory learning ideas (letters out of play dough, in chalk and today...shaving cream).  I love printables from Homeschool Creations and I have pulled some faith study ideas from Lisa Hendey.

Feast of the Holy Name of Mary

    

Ave Maria!

Today, my ideas were pulled from Shower of Roses.  Since we did not have school on Mary's birthday, we made a big deal out of today's feast...Holy Name of Mary.  It was wonderful.  I notice that after our homeschool hour Rosie is extra snuggly and loving.  She loves the time together as much as me. 

Crowning Mary..with flowers from our garden

While the jury is certainly out on how long this will last, for now...we enjoy our time playing school. 

more thoughts on open adoption

Fostering to adoption, by it's nature, is significantly more "open" than most adoptions (kinship aside).  At least, that has been our experience.

From day one, we know the situation with the family (in other words...we know their dirt).  During visits, there is time to see biological family for drop off and pick up.  Interaction is hoped for and encouraged.

In our first round of fostering, my relationship with Augie's parents grew and developed over time.  While there were uncomfortable moments, we grew to like one another.  During TPR, my husband and I took bio mom out for coffee, presented her with a gift and opened up about our family (just enough so she would understand the kind of life her son would have).  Since then, I have felt pulled towards a greater level of contact (than our agreed upon twice a year updates, once a year visits).  I spoke with her by phone recently, just to say "hello". 

In THIS situation, with baby love, it was looking like the judge may mandate visitation.  She did not.  She did, however, talk at length about Act 101.  You can read more about that here.  It is essentially a binding agreement about visitation.  After multiple discussions during our first adoption, we choose not to sign this as we still want to make decisions we feel are in the best interest of our child (if his parents went off the deep end, for example). 

It was very clear from listening to this "pro-bio family" judge, that the tide is turning in the adoption scene.  We have been grateful to have the time to allow our hearts to warm to the idea of open adoption.  I am grateful for a good relationship with Augie's bios to set the stage.  That said.  If we are so blessed to keep baby love, I do not see an ongoing relationship with the bio parents going as well.  So here, I am grateful that the aunt will remain in the picture for baby love to maintain a connection to her bio family. 

To close, I had a play date this morning with another foster mom.  I am so sad (for her) that she did not have the same guidance about boundaries as I received.  She mentioned it is almost a bio-parent "free for all" and discussed struggling with the impact of visitation on her children.  I urged her to set boundaries. 

Open adoption and ongoing visitation.  It is an issue that we have struggled with from the beginning.  What is right for the children?  I don't know.  But I am glad that the days of adoption secrets are behind us.

and the verdict....

Baby love is staying put!!  

I can't believe I haven't updated the blog yet.  We got the call as we were driving to our vacay weekend on Thursday.  I love that I can update FB from my cell.  I haven't figured out how to update the blog this way yet.

The judge entered the verdict.  It is in baby loves best interest to stay put with our family.  No visitation was mandated.

PRAISE THE LORD!!!

This is such a relief.  I have been trying to write a blog on open adoption that shall get published eventually.  For now, it is just us and baby love.  Literally.  The last two weeks of family visits have been cancelled by BL's bio parents.   

So, I am looking to the fall and scrambling to make adjustments to be full time mama to 3.  I had a tricky evening last night trying to bring the kiddos out in public by myself.  Praise God for Augie's guardian angel because I can not keep him safe on my own! 

A friend on another forum mentioned "it is raining babies at your house."  This phrase is echoing through my head.  It indeed feels this way.  I am truly truly blessed!