Monday, August 15, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
On a different note....
The boys got their first haircut since being home Ezra has to have his pretty short because he is super tender headed an the comb is not his friend. Javon loves his hair and wasn't sure about us cutting it at first but he still has long curls and trust me he put his hands up there to make sure when we were finished.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Friday night I decided to rock Javon in his room instead of the living room where everyone was. I talked to him probably about an hour instead of telling him to close his eyes it's time to sleep. He smiled the whole time I talked about everything. The next morning I heard him awake in his bed and since he never ever makes a fuss about him being awake I went in and acted completely excited that he was awake. It was like turning on a light or something he was so happy. Which our mornings have never really been the problem, its as the day goes by so it was no sign anything had worked, even though he was happier this morning. I have repeated this for four nights now and everyday he seems to be a little happier. Let me tell you why I believe this. Yesterday I was laying in bed thinking about everything, so I posted on facebook about the situation hoping someone would answer me, which they did and it was good to hear from someone who has been there done that. When I heard him awake I repeated what I have done for the past 2mornings, excited he's awake, take him potty, then go play. Only this morning I take him potty and he smiles and says "thank you" to ME. Remember this boy talks to everyone but me, true we can't understand a word he says most days but that's not the point. I take him to the rocking chair in the living room and he continues thank you, thank you, thank you, then he raises his eyebrows to make sure I understand what he's saying. This may not sound like a lot to some, when their child naturally is a loving child but to me this is huge. I hope this continues even if we have to change things up a bit and experiment.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
After going to court for these kids I couldn't wait to return to get them. I was empty on the inside I felt like I was leaving a part of me in Ethiopia. The flight home I cried, it was so hard to leave my babies behind. Once I returned home I was determined I was going back by a certain time and I didn't care if I ended up staying awhile. Let's just say I was a crazy woman for 6 weeks. January 18 my mother and I hopped on a plane to return to Ethiopia. Longest flight of my life, seemed like time stood still and I was trapped in this uncomfortable seat. I couldn't sleep, all I wanted was to hurry up and get there. I knew my adoption fairytale was about to happen. All the blogs I read for the past 18 months we tulips and roses type stories and now my story was going to be just as wonderful or so I thought....
Most people don't like to talk about adoption troubles out of fear they may scare the parents who follow their footsteps. Or maybe they are scared they failed at parenting (I know I have) even if they have parented a child before. I'm going to tell my story in hopes it helps someone in the future to cope with a child who may throw you for a loop.
We adopted three children from Ethiopia and four months ago I picked up the two boys ages 9m and 22m at the time. My 9m old was the tulips and roses adoption story I read about, he's the happiest, most loving little boy ever. I couldn't of imagined him any sweeter,funnier, loving, ect... Then there is my now 27m old on the day we picked him up he was what I thought as sweet but now that I have come to know him a little bit better I realize he was scared. He threw temper tantrums in the guesthouse which on the inside would make my blood boil. I was trying to make it a good experience for him but with him throwing himself on the floor everytime we went downstairs was just fustrating to say the least. By the time we came home, four weeks after picking him up, these fits had stopped but in the process it created a different child, not the same child we picked up in Ethiopia. He was somewhat attached to me when he came home my guess would be because I was what he knew for the past 4weeks and he depended on me to make sure everything was good. As he grew closer to his siblings and to dad though he began to act as if he hated me.
He has always let me rock him, feed him, bath him, ect.. I did everything for him and still do after almost 5months home. The reason I say he hated me is dad can play with him and he laughs and is a happy little boy. Brother and Sisters can play and he does the same. But if mom even thinks about playing he starts to cry like I have hurt him and I was simply doing as the rest of the family was doing. Everytime we would tell him to say momma he was start to cry but he would say dadda. This makes for a momma who is almost to the breaking point and would rather the dad deal with him than for him to reject me once again. I can do nothing right in his eyes for some reason and its not good for him or me. I talked with people at the agency about it because I wanted to make sure it wasn't just me, see where some people get scared to say anything I get scared our relationship is ruined because even after 5months it wasn't getting better. Their advice was to seek professional help which in my heart I knew was coming but in some ways it made me feel like I was failing if I had to bring someone in to help. Soon as I got off the phone someone on our yahoo group posted something about theraplay so I followed the link to see what it was. I was very impressed with the little bit I read so I looked up Dr's in my area and called them. They are still 5hrs away but they have giving me some ideas to start helping our relationship form such as taking more one on one time with him, and making a big fuss over every little thing he does. I need to build his confidence and his trust. Let's just hope this helps.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
People ask weren't you afraid that your children would have hiv? ABSOLUTELY NOT!! In fact these are the very children I asked for. All children deserve love no matter what race, nationality, background, or disease they may have. People are afraid that my children will die an early death and that I will be crushed but seriously even if they were to die tomorrow I would have no regrets. I know that if they were to die tomorrow it wouldn't be from their hiv. Any of our kids can die at anytime so is that going to keep you from having kids and loving them? Just look what a little love can do for these children:This is my princess back in May/June 2010 about 30lbs of course she has a smile but its not a true happy smile. Now this is Eyerus April 2011 about 40lbs,smiling for her momma in Ethiopia
This is Javon (Yohannes) home 2months and 27lbs 8lbs of this was gained at home.
So why did I choose Africa?
Why do you choose the things you do? Why does anyone choose anything in life? Because its what you wanted to choose. I love these kids as my own and it doesn't matter where they came from.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
This boy...my kids say he's definately the baby of the family or mammas baby anyway. There is something about this boy that makes me love him so much I'm absolutely lost right now without him. Not that I don't feel the same way about my other kids but I'm telling you there is something special here. Our first meeting with him was a piece of cake. I walk in start talking to him, pick him up and POW I stole his heart he stole mine. I had to hand him to dad because if I didn't right away he wouldn't of got to hold him at all the week we were there.
This boy can eat....which is good since he need to gain the weight. This bread was the beginning of his lunch he also had 4oz of milk and a bowl of rice. He was very ticked at me when I thought he had enough and stopped spooning the rice in. I think the grocery bill may get bigger soon.
Shortly after this picture it was time to say goodbye.