Announcing Little Sister Lemke (aka Dang Qing E). We were so thrilled to receive a little medical update on our girl this week, along with these photos. The one prior photo we had, it was hard to tell her personality. It looks like we might have a little extrovert on our hands. We fly out on October 17, meet and pick up Little Sister on October 22, and bring her home to meet The Brothers' Three on November 1!
Friday, October 5, 2012
Little Sister Lemke
Announcing Little Sister Lemke (aka Dang Qing E). We were so thrilled to receive a little medical update on our girl this week, along with these photos. The one prior photo we had, it was hard to tell her personality. It looks like we might have a little extrovert on our hands. We fly out on October 17, meet and pick up Little Sister on October 22, and bring her home to meet The Brothers' Three on November 1!
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
High School Football Wisdom
Friday, June 1, 2012
The promise of heaven doesn’t make it nearer to me.
There is strength and courage in faith,
but there is not anesthesia.
But I can say I have embraced my grief.
I have walked boldly alongside this unwanted friend,
allowing it to do its work in me.
And this has been one of the most important decisions of my life.
* Nancy Guthrie and Gregory Floyd have each written books on the grief of loss, as they have each grieved the death of children. Here, I have borrowed their words, as I can speak this sentiment with no more grace than they."
I found the above on an inspiring blog I read daily, http://www.tricialottwilliford.com/ by a dear woman with 2 small children who lost her husband to a tragic and sudden illness just days before Christmas. She has blogged daily since the day he died.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
During this process, we were having an unusually difficult time of trying to get updated medicals on her. We knew she was in dire need of another surgery, and that that particular surgery is best performed in the US. Although we didn't ever get more information, medically, we did, just last night, receive approx 15 pictures of her. We were so thrilled. It was all seeming so real. And she was most definitely our girl. My husband had researched her medical condition extensively, and we were prepared for the worst, medically, and were honored to be the ones to get her help. Andy was already defensive of her to anyone that questioned our decision to adopt a special needs child. He would have been her best advocate in school, with the doctors, our family, friends. For Mother's day, he had a picture of her enlarged and put in a frame. We had already named her.
Just this afternoon, I was listening to Tom Waits' song, Picture in a Frame, that we always associated with our girl. At the end of that song, the phone rang, and our adoption agency's number was on caller ID. This usually signals good news, and I immediately answered it. Sadly, it was the worst news we could have received. Our girl is not our girl. She is not coming home to us. The CCCWA has refused to allow her to be adopted, and who knows what the real reasons are behind all that. They say she is too fragile, medically. They say her foster family wants her. Given what we know about Chinese government, it all sounds suspect.
I have spent all day on the phone with our wonderful agency, with senators and legislatures and the State Department, other adoptive parents, friends in China, all to hit a brick wall. It seems hopeless, and I wish this story had a better ending, but it is the reality of the adoption world, and we are left to grieve, for our boys who are sad to not have their sister come home, and for ourselves, and mostly for our precious girl that will not be given the opportunities that could have been provided her if she were able to be adopted. I still hang on to a thread of hope that someone will change their mind, or someone can be convinced, but that thread seems about to snap. Please pray for us all, especially our precious girl, who we may never get to meet, this side of heaven.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
On Halloween, Marriage, and Kids
I hate Halloween. Despise it. It’s not against my religion or anything, but I wish it was. Come to think of it, now there’s an idea: “Kids, this is a satanic holiday and you will stay inside and away from all exterior windows, otherwise you could become possessed with demons. How about we just set out a basket of anti-Halloween tracts on the porch.” Anyway, contrasted with my pre-parent years, when I really did watch “Faces of Death” episodes just for kicks, photographed dead people, and obsessed over all things Ted Bundy, I now do not get a thrill out of blood, gore, death, ghosts, zombies and all that other nastiness. Call me boring. It’s actually the one night of the year I will do something domestic, like sweep the floor, because it sounds so attractive compared to the alternative.
To be honest, part of my dislike is rooted in my fear of crowds of kids (as in anything over one kid, that is awake, is a crowd). Crowds of kids are panic-attack inducing. I hyperventilate, I get dizzy, I lose my vision, it all blurs together into one large ball, all their voices turn into a loud background of, well, scary and inaudible noise. But I never felt any mom guilt over this, you see, because I have a husband that LOVES Halloween. Loves it! Daddy is here to save Halloween for the boys! He makes the best costumes; takes them trick-or-treating and doesn’t come home until their pillow cases are packed to the brim with candy; goes with them to their school Halloween festivals/parties (folks, there are hundreds upon hundreds of kids gathered at those things); carves the most awesome pumpkins, one for each of the boys, and then he throws in an extra for himself and the dog. He’s the Santa Claus of Halloween. He really is.
So, as I was relaying all of this to a friend the other day, apparently Andy was eavesdropping. When I got to the part about how it all works out perfectly, because Andy loves Halloween, my usually calm, not-easily-excitable husband (Listen, I am not saying Andy is boring, but in order to balance out his often hysterical and frantic and overly-dramatic wife, he does have to remain pretty calm. Really. For the sake of the children) interrupted with a loud and booming voice, that was also heavily Wisconsin-accented (These days, the accent only comes out on the rare occasions when he gets angry), “What?! Are you kidding me?! I HATE Halloween! It’s the worst holiday ever. And those pumpkins? What a pain in the ass to carve. And the trick-or-treating? Tromping around in the freezing cold and not knowing whether or not to actually go to the door with the kids or wait on the sidewalk? What a mess! And who knows what sort of damage is being done to our house while we are away! For crying out loud!”
Wow. That threw an entirely unique wrench into the equation. All these years, I thought I was getting off easy. But to find out that my husband made this holiday into what our middle boy, Drew, has dubbed “the most wonderful time of the year,” and what our 18 year old boy, Alex, still loves so much and is convinced, every year, that of course Halloween is a school holiday, and so much fun for our youngest, Sky, just for that reason: because he loves his boys and would sacrifice, no, I mean SACRIFICE MIGHTILY and HUGELY and VASTLY just because he loves them? I have no words. I am not sure that I know that kind of sacrifice. I mean, even in childbirth, they at least give you epidurals. I don’t think they hand those out to parents on All Hallows’ Eve. And I am humbled. And I find yet another reason to be grateful that I, despite my typically flighty and impulsive decision-making method, even to the extent of agreeing to get married on our first date, lucked out in the husband department like I did. Thank you, Andy. Your children have the best dad in the world. Now, off to google images of brooms, so I can prepare to sweep the floors next Monday night.