Monday, March 22, 2010

Preparing for the next big transition

It's strange that we've been home long enough that it's time for me to go back to work. But we have, and back to work I must go. Our little MilFam is really good right now. It feels like we've always been a family. The last thing Dodd and I want to do is risk losing what we hold so dearly in our hands at the moment, Bear's trust.

As significant as the past 3 months have been to all 3 of us, and as secure as Bear seems to feel with us, 3 months is still less time than Bear spent at Hannah's Hope. I know he felt safe there and never dreamed his home, his routine, his friends, and his special mothers who loved him would all go away. We are doing some things to prepare him for daycare, so that he can ease into the change and not feel his world has been turned upside down again.

Sleep

Sleep became difficult the past month. Until last week, he and I were still sleeping together in the recliner in his room. When we first came home this was the best way for all of us to get good sleep and I am so glad it worked out this way. It did what we hoped it would for attachment. He and I get eachother. We came to know one another's sounds, bodies, and movements so well, we could anticipate and adjust to one another subconsciously in our sleep. And this crossed over to the daytime. I would not trade the past 3 months with my son in my arms for anything, even sleep! And I LOVE sleep.

But Bear's once a night feeding at 2am turned into waking up every 1.5 to 2 hours for a bottle and snuggling with mom. And with that little body growing so rapidly, tossing and turning in her arms to get comfortable in between wake up times. It was not good sleep for either of us. He was increasingly dependent on me to fall asleep, and less able to sleep on his own, even during the day. Sleep deprivation was bringing out the ugly in both of us, especially me.

So last week we started the Sleep Sense program. Monday was the first night he did not sleep in my arms in almost 3 months. My arms felt empty. Wow, I missed him. There was quite a bit of protest from Bear. A good hour and half when he first went to sleep. And another hour an a half when he woke up in the middle of the night. But Dodd and I took turns staying with him, consoling him, and attempting to teach him ways to soothe himself to sleep. Eventually he did fall asleep and slept well.

The next night, much to our surprise, he slept the whole night in the crib. A full 12 hours! He woke up a few times, checked to make sure I was there and everything was ok, then fell back asleep. No crying, no protest. And he's been sleeping like a champ since. I am surprised how well a few little techniques worked. I feel better about Bear's ability to cope with the big changes ahead knowing we are all rested.

One note about sleeping. We decided to try this because it seems like he is attaching and adapting well. We haven't seen indications of grief at night. We might not feel as good about doing this if either of these weren't the case. We are still being careful that he knows we are not abandoning him at night. Other than being a little groggy after the first night, we haven't noticed any real changes in his behavior during the day and no signs of withdrawing.

Daycare

I work for a company that provides good on site daycare. This gives us some peace about the care Bear will receive during the day. Whenever necessary, I can be with him in 2 minutes. With the proximity, I will continue to bottle feed him twice a day.

To prepare him for what's ahead, we went to daycare together for a few days last week. We spent almost 2 hours each time in the Walrus room, playing together while talking with his teachers and playing with the other babies in the room. The next step is to let him be there without me for increasing intervals of time. This week, I will drop him off for 1 hour on Monday, 2 hours on Wednesday, and 3 hours on Friday.

Like I've mentioned before, Bear is a social kid. (Lucky him, he got two introverts for parents.) He's so smart and active, he's going to thrive in daycare. It will be like what he was used to at HH. If anything, we need to watch that he doesn't like daycare TOO much. The AGCI family education coordinator said it's a good sign if he is upset when I leave, and he's happy to see me at the end of the day. Not horrible, inconsolable upset, but there should be some indication that he misses me and his home. She said if these things aren't happening it may be an indication he isn't ready for the change. We will watch for indiscriminate attachment. Bear attaching easily with whomever he comes into contact with.

Holding

We are adding at least two new caregivers to his world, his teachers. They will be the first people to hold, feed, and change him since he's been home. So we will continue to limit the number of other people who hold him, especially during this transition time. For our friends who want to squeeze this adorable kid so much, I know this is hard to understand. Please hang with a little while longer! He is resilient and he's probably going to be just fine, but we would rather play this one safe.

I'm looking forward to this change. It will be good for Bear to go through it and see that Dodd and I don't go away. It will be so nice when we're at a point when there's been more stability in his life than change. When he's been with us longer than he was at an orphanage. And when his brain is hopefully no longer wired for loss. Then he's going to realize he's stuck with us and we will have new issues to deal with. :)

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Crack Up





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And he didn't even have Irish beer.
Happy St. Pat's!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Happy Birthday and Baptism Silas!

Dodd, Bear, and I loaded up the car on Sunday for our longest ride since Bear's been home. We headed south to celebrate a special little guy. Silas H. was baptised on Sunday AND celebrated his first birthday. Silas and Bear were roommates at Hannah's Hope. We just figured out they likely slept in cribs next to each other in the dining room. (They do utilize every bit of space at that place.)

We had the privilege of waiting at the airport with Silas's momma Audrey in November, just before his daddy brought him home from Ethiopia and placed him in her arms for the first time. And then we met Silas in person and got to behold a mother, father, and son together for the first time. This meant a lot to us, especially because we had just experienced court delays and knew it would be another month before we would finally meet our little guy.

Allow me to extol the virtues of The Blog for a moment. I must thank Blog Land for introducing us to A&B and making it possible for us to encourage eachother through the crazy journey of the past year. I think most adoptive parents grieve for the times of their child's life that are "lost." The times before we knew them for which there is no record. Though they may never remember it, these boys shared part of life that is lost to us as parents. This feels important. Since The Blog helped us parents get to know eachother, our boys will continue to know eachother.

Bear reached instinctively for Silas's shoulder for reassurance as all sorts of people took pictures. At least that's how I interpreted it. :)
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Silas decided the paparozzi wasn't for him and it was time to leave. Aren't they handsome fellas?

Thanks A&B for allowing us to be part of this. We love your little man. :)

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Family Part 2

Once again, love flew to Wisconsin this winter. Dodd's mom and dad left recently after spending a week with us and their newest grandson. Once again, it made us really happy to watch our parents love our son so wholeheartedly and to watch him soak up their love like a sponge.

I've often heard that having a child helps you see the world through new eyes. I find with Bear I am looking at our families especially with new eyes, and appreciating them more than ever. I'm aware of legacy, realizing how their life stories impact his.
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Bear shares a special fact of life with his Grandma Jean. They were both born on the continent of Africa. Dodd's mom was born in Nigeria. Her mother from the US, and her father from Scotland, met on the mission field, married and had 5 children there. They continued their work in Nigeria for several years before returning to the states.

Adoption runs in Dodd's family. Dodd's parents created their family through adoption. So did his aunt and uncle. I love that adoption is so normal to them. It's just family, down and dirty, plain and simple, hardly a topic of conversation. I love how this will impact Bear as he grows up.

After talking with him mom recently, I learned that a seed for adoption was planted a generation earlier in her family. Her parents tried earnestly to adopt a boy while they were in Nigeria who needed a family. This would have been unusual and controversial at the time, and the village leader decided against the adoption. There was no such thing as international adoption and few transracial families in the 1940's. But they loved him and wanted to share their family.

Commitment also runs in this family. We celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary just before we left for Ethiopia. They received a note from a friend they thought was funny and shared with lots of people that day. Just because it's been 50 years, don't assume it's going to work! His parents know and understand how life's relationships are a work in process. Each day is a new day, you have to decide to make it work. And they understand that Christ can solidify commitment when the going gets tough. They understand it because they've lived it, with each other, and with their kids.
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I read a quote while waiting to bring Bear home. I think of it all the time. I consider it an anthem of sorts for the family Dodd and I are building.
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Blood is thicker than water. But love is thicker than blood.
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I am realizing Dodd's parents are living this infront of us.

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Bear, you have great grandparents!

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Pull Ups

With the weather getting warmer, I let Bear go without socks for the first time downstairs. Much to his delight, he discovered bare feet give him traction on wood floors.

I received an SOS call from him and found he had pulled himself up on the end table and cleared out the books on the bottom shelf...


But he didn't want my help...


He wanted to read! Could our son be motivated by...literature?...
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Or perhaps just old books? Below, he climbed UP on the shelf so he could look at the book DOWN on the floor. Not perfect logic, but you have to admire all of that effort...


After assisting him safely off the shelf, while I was celebrating my son's newfound love of good reading and restacking the books a little higher, I heard another SOS call and found this in the kitchen...
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So he's motivated by grapejuice.



Then yesterday I discovered this...


So much for our budding reader, bibliophile or vintner. I guess he's motivated by...pulling himself up. I guess this means it's also time to move more stuff.
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Happy Spring! Almost here!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Checkup

Bear saw the doctor yesterday for his 6 month checkup. (He is about to turn 7 months but we're catching up.) He is one healthy little dude. He's grown 1.25 inches in the past 6 weeks and gained 2 pounds. We figured something was going on because he feels like a lead balloon in our arms and most of his 6 month pajamas are getting too short, causing his legs to bow in a cute way when he wears them.

On the recommendation of two different physicians, we are revaccinating him as a precaution. Once again, he gave the nurse a run for her money as she gave him 5 more shots. He is so wiry and strong, he can kick and wriggle away from the most experienced medical professional. It took 4 of us to hold him down last time when they drew blood for labwork. I let Dad hold him this time for the shots. Last time I unexpectedly burst into tears and upset our little guy almost more than the pokes did.

Each time our pediatrician scratches his head in amazement at how healthy Bear is, I think of a comment the international adoption specialist at Children's Hospital made when we first came home from Ethiopia. After a one hour examination, he told us Bear's biological mother did us a tremendous favor in breastfeeding him as long as she did. I also think of all the prayers offered in the past year by people we know and people we don't for our son. These thoughts make me emotional.

I asked the doctor if he knows of any medication that will help stall the growth and development process for a while. I told him I am alarmed that my baby might be evaporating. He said he is not aware of any such medication.

I am glad I took the photo below last month. This face, with this expression, was just about all I saw, day and night, 5 or 6 weeks ago. I almost didn't take the photo because it seemed like a routine image I would have before me every day. I wasn't prepared for the moment to pass so quickly. But I am so glad I had the moment.


Now I'm looking at the goofy face below each day. Now I live in this moment, knowing that it too will pass.

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I will admit, it's a lot of fun at the moment. :)

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Crawler in the house

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Things are moving in our house.
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The Oaxacan vase from the honeymoon in Mexico. It sat at the fireplace hearth for 13 years. Now on a ledge 7 feet high.
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The cute, if slightly rusty, cast iron insects picked up at an estate sale. Now on the mantle, 5 feet up.
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The plastic caps on the doorstop springs. Not sure how we're going to handle that.
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Tablecloths. About to become a thing of the past.
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Even the cats are moving around. Their well established traffic patterns interrupted by an 18 pound grabby fellow.

All because the little person who moved in in January is now on the move.

Bear is crawling. Life is changing.
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Confidence
One moment pul-ease!

Determination


Satisfaction