Friday, November 29, 2013

What Aunt Leanne is Thankful For

My computer is still being operated on by my beloved computer surgeon hubby so he reluctantly agreed to let Leanne write a brief blog post on his computer.  We managed to dig up one photo to include.  Cross your fingers in the hopes that my computer has a speedy recovery because we've got lots of FUN stories to tell and pictures to share!  Without further ado, here's Aunt Leanne:
 
HEY EVRBODY  I HERE SITER HOUSE
 
(paragraph removed because it contains a big secret)
 
THANK FOR
 HAPPPY
JOY
LOVE
LEAANNE
SISTER NICKNME
IS
CHESESEBGHREAD
NICKNAME


Technical difficulties or a super romantic Christmas gift?

 
 This morning, I woke up super early and was greeted by a text from my mother saying that her friend, Ann, is waiting on a blog post.  Perfect timing!  My husband and children are sound asleep, the house is quiet, and I have a couple of interruption-free hours before the family frenzy swings into full gear.  I headed towards the office and was greeted by this unsightly disaster:
Yes, friends, this is a casualty of having a computer geek for a husband.  I can't exactly explain what is happening in these photos but I can say that my computer is open and there are small circuit boards (I think that's what they are called - I could certainly be wrong) on my husband's desk.  When I first met my husband, I encountered a sight similar to this one on the floor of his parents' home office.  He said "Don't mind that.  I'm working on the computer".  I remember thinking 'Huh?!  What would possibly possess someone to open up the computer and dismantle it?  Who does that?!'  Here we sit, 14 years later, and I am just used to it.  I am guessing this is his Christmas gift to me...last I knew he was pondering a couple of super romantic options including a computer upgrade or a remote starter for my car.  Stop swooning ladies, he's taken.
 
Not knowing when I would have such beautiful, uninterrupted silence for blogging again, I decided to help myself to his computer.  He hates when I do that.  I even uploaded photos onto his computer.  I'm skating on thin ice here, folks.  I stopped short of installing photo editing software on his PC, because installing anything on his computer is strictly forbidden.  I'm talking a marriage deal-breaker.
 
So I reluctantly used some free online photo editing software to throw together the following pathetic pictorial of our day yesterday just to hold you over until I can access my computer again.
Mama Hop hosted a lovely Thanksgiving meal.  We were joined by her beloved cousin, John Perry, his wife, Jan, and their son - better known as "Godfather".  As a testimony to the level of her faith in my culinary aptitude, my mother assigned me to make the fruit salad.  I was moved by her vote of confidence in my ability to successfully cut up fruit (even though I still had to Google it - shhhhh!  Don't tell!).  To further demonstrate my kitchen competency, I even dropped a bottle of cabernet in my mom's driveway, forcing everyone to walk across broken glass and have a teetotaling Thanksgiving.  No wonder Bon Appétit magazine keeps nagging me to write a gourmet cuisine and entertaining column.
 
Ah but beverage blunders notwithstanding, we had a wonderful time.  I've got so much more to tell you about my mom and sister's visit and I'm even going to try to get Leanne over here to do a guest blog post if we can navigate our current technical uncertainties.  But for now, I must get my chubby buns on the treadmill and work off some of yesterday's overindulgence.  More fun stuff to come...watch out!

Friday, November 22, 2013

Thanksgiving with the World's Best Aunt

Guess who's back!  That's right - Mama Hop and Aunt Leanne flew in to spend Thanksgiving with us.  Leanne doesn't enjoy flying so it was a big deal that she boarded a plane and apparently she did really well.  Go Leanne!
 
As soon as Leanne saw my camera, she busted out this brand new pose:
  It's quite spectacular and it scores bonus points in Josie's book that it's a seated pose.  Leanne is going to have to start coaching Josie on this one. 

Oh and Leanne wasted no time loving up on her nieces.  She even managed to wrangle Thelma for a hug.  For those that need a reminder of why Merryn has an alter ego named "Thelma," click HERE.
 And of course Mama Hop was delighted to see her grand babies. 
And you know Mama Hop never shows up empty-handed.  She had a special gift selected for each girl. 
 Look at that adorable Christmas dress!   Of course Merryn appears a little more enamored with the hanger. 
Mama Hop and Aunt Leanne delight in the monotony of our low-key days around here.  It's a lot of eat/sleep/play but to this grandma and aunt, it's cherished time with their two favorite toddlers.  And these little ladies love the company.
And who doesn't love a good Aunt Leanne video?  I took a little footage of her Auntin' it up yesterday. 

We've got ten fun-filled days with Mama Hop and Aunt Leanne so stay tuned because I'm sure there will be more fun and entertaining surprises to come. 

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

International Adoption: An Insider's Look From Two Families Who Have Done It

In honor of Adoption Awareness Month, I asked a couple of friends, Rochelle and Christy, to share more information about international adoption.  These two families have a lot in common.  They both have an older son, and then they were blessed with a chromosomally enhanced daughter, and then they both felt compelled to adopt another little girl with Down syndrome through Reece's Rainbow, an international special needs adoption ministry. 
 
I threw some tough questions at them and I think you will be blown away by how honest and thought-provoking their answers are.  You can't help but be moved (pass the tissues).  Here are their stories:
 
1.  What inspired you to consider adoption?
 
ROCHELLE: In 2008, our daughter Alayna was born and at birth we found out she had Down syndrome.  About six months after she was born, someone brought to our attention Reece's Rainbow International Down syndrome adoption grant foundation.  Through this website and others we quickly learned about the plight of orphans in Eastern Europe.  Children with special needs, if not adopted by age 4, are sent to adult mental institution where they spend the rest of their lifeless, unstimulated days.  
 
Every time I looked at Alayna I would think about those orphans with Down syndrome wasting away.  Every time I took Alayna to therapy I would think to myself we could provide this for another child with Down syndrome.  I then brought all this to my husband, who thought I was crazy!
 
However, about a year or so later God moved my husband to look at Reece's Rainbow more closely and he then felt God calling us to Eastern Europe to bring a child home.
Rochelle and her family
 
 CHRISTY: Our biological daughter, Bailey (3), has Down syndrome.  When she was two months old we were heard about Reece’s Rainbow and their mission of finding adoptive families for children with Ds and other special needs.   At first, I was simply curious about families that were choosing to adopt children with special needs.   We received Bailey’s diagnosis of Ds prenatally, so had had quite a bit of time to deal with the emotions that come along with the diagnosis, but she was still so little, and we were unsure of what exactly it meant to parent a child with special needs.  I certainly wasn’t thinking in terms of adopting another child with Ds, but was very curious about those who were.   Honestly, I was blown away by the number of families I was found on Reece’s Rainbow, and followed via their blogs, that had one child with Ds and were adopting another.
 
After finding Reece’s Rainbow, literally every day, I scrolled through the photos of waiting children on Reece’s Rainbow’s web site, my heart slowly shattering piece by piece by piece.  I imagined our little Bailey lying in a crib in an orphanage on the other side of the world, with no one to hold her and love her and one day I knew that not taking action was not an option.  Thankfully my husband agreed!
Christy's daughters, Abby and Bailey
 

2.  How did you research to prepare for your adoption journey?   
ROCHELLE: We knew we wanted to adopt a child with Down syndrome internationally so we began researching different countries and their guidelines for adoptive families.  We read loads of materials that our social worker provided for us which included anything from writing a life book for Dariya to how to incorporate Dariya into our family and not make our biological kids feel left out.  Overall, we felt like other parents who had adopted previously were our best resource.  We spoke with local adoptive families and joined an online forum for adoptive families which provided us a wealth of knowledge.  
CHRISTY: I followed many blogs of families in the adoption process.  I joined Facebook groups dealing with Down syndrome adoption, international adoption, etc.   Once we committed to adopting Abby, we read books about parenting adopted children, took online classes about adoption, networked with other adoptive families, etc. 
3.  What would you suggest for people who think the cost of international adoption is too prohibitive?  Can you talk about ways to offset the cost of international adoption? 
 
ROCHELLE: The money was my husband's nemesis every time we talked about adoption.  We didn't have $21,400 (our total costs) just lying around in savings).  However, we felt as though if God was calling us to do this he would clearly provide the means to do it. 
We applied and were approved for a home equity line of credit through our bank, although thankfully we never had to use it.  We also researched many grant organizations if we needed them.
 
Dariya had a few thousand in her grant fund before we were matched with her, this was in large part from Angel Tree donations.  We used our savings to pay the upfront and initial costs.
We held a few fundraisers for our adoption and were blessed to be fully funded.  We held an iPad giveaway as well as other giveaways on our blog.  We had an iPad, gift cards, jewelry etc which almost all of it had been donated to us.  This fundraiser brought in around $9000.   The lady that won the iPad lived across the country and we had never met.  She was an adoption counselor but I am not even sure how she found our blog.  We had a garage sale and posted pictures of Dariya and information about her adoption and received many donations from people who stopped in.
 
We then held a golf tournament and a pasta dinner and silent auction at our church.  We had 5 friends from church that used their gifts and talents to help us organize and pull this day off.  This day brought in the final $7000 that we needed to be fully funded.  Don't let the price tag of adoption scare you off.  
Rochelle's daughters Alayna and Dariya
 
CHRISTY: I know that all adoption journeys are different and what works for one family doesn’t necessarily work for another.   In our case, we didn’t have a lot of money set aside that we could use for Abby’s adoption, which ended up being a little over $32,000.  We relied heavily (read: almost entirely) on fundraisers.  
Of the fundraisers we did, the most successful was an iPad “giveaway” on our adoption blog.  I don’t remember the specific reason that we couldn’t call it a raffle (something to do with donations and raffle rules), but basically, for every $10 donation to our adoption fund, the donor was given one entry into a drawing for an iPad.  The iPad Giveaway lasted about two weeks and we raised several thousand dollars that way.   Our friends helped us host a HUGE garage sale that raised a couple of thousand dollars.   During the garage sale we also sold Krispy Kremes – they have a fundraising program where you can buy a dozen donuts for $4, and then sell them at the regular price of $1 per donut, making $8 per dozen in profit.  We sold many, many donuts at the garage sale!  Chick-Fil-A partners with non-profits on fundraisers - a portion of proceeds for a certain number of hours at one of their restaurants for one night will be sent to the non-profit, in our instance, it was sent directly to our adoption agency to help cover fees.  We raised several hundred dollars through the CFA fundraiser and it was so much fun!  Our friends and family came out in full force and packed that restaurant!    We cut out all unnecessary items from our budget – we tried to eat at home instead of eating out, we stopped buying unnecessary items, we went through our house and sold a ton of stuff on Ebay.  That was fun (it’s like a game to see how many bids you get on random things – and let me tell you, there is a buyer out there for everything!) and made a couple of thousand dollars when all was said and done. 
When Elizabeth first asked me about fundraising for our adoption, I told her that I should write a book on the miracle that was the funding of this adoption.   If ever there was a time that convinced me that miracles do happen, it was through this adoption.  When we committed to Abby, we stepped out in faith that God would provide the money needed to bring her home.  The stories I could tell you of how money came out of the woodwork – at exactly the time we needed it!   A fee is due and we’re $300 short?  A $300 check arrives in the mail because at some point years ago we had overpaid our insurance.   Due to the time we were traveling, airline tickets to bring Abby home were $600 more than we budgeted?   Danny’s parents asked if they could pay for Abby’s ticket home, which was exactly $600 (and wow, isn’t that such a beautiful, symbolic gift?  Love that they did that!).    The facilitator fees were more than originally anticipated because of some extra travel and work she had had to do on our behalf that wasn’t budgeted for?   Abby had a little bank account set up in her name in her country for her care, which the orphanage didn’t spend, and covered those fees, and then some.   It was one thing after another, after another.  A true faith journey that did nothing but affirm my faith in God and his ability to provide for our needs – and more importantly, the needs of a little orphan on the other side of the world!
Bit by bit, it all added up and every time it was time to pay the next set of fees, the money was there!
4.  What was the time frame of your adoption start to finish?   
ROCHELLE: Our adoption was very quick, as Ukraine tends to be much faster than some other countries.  From start (when we signed the formal papers to commit to Dariya) to finish it was 5 1/2 months. 
 
In December 2010 my husband heard God calling us to adopt and began searching Reece's Rainbow for children.  We began emailing with Andrea Roberts in January 2011.  By late January we had a short list of girls that we were praying over and had begun the process with things like renewing our passports, finding a social worker who was approved for international adoptions etc..  On January 30th we committed to adopting Dariya and began our home study paperwork the next day.  After completing all the necessary paperwork and submitting it to Ukraine we were invited on June 9th to their State Department of Adoptions to petition to adopt Dariya.  We spent five weeks in Ukraine which included visiting Dariya twice a day, going to court and then staying through the 10 day wait period.  We had Gotcha day on July 8 and flew home on July 13.
Christy's daughters, Bailey and Abby

CHRISTY: We first saw Abby’s photo on Reece’s Rainbow in early April, 2012.   We officially committed to her the first week of May, and she was home in early January, 2013.   Basically 8 months, and it could have been a little less, but it took us about two weeks longer than it should have to complete some paperwork at the beginning of the adoption process and then our court date in her country fell on the day before the government closed their offices for 10 days to celebrate the Christmas holidays.  I think she could have been home in 7 months, had it not been for those two little hold-ups. 
 
5.  What lessons did you learn along the way?  What advice would you give a friend who is considering international adoption that you wish you would have known when you started the process? 
 
ROCHELLE: International adoption is like a roller coaster ride.  It has its ups and downs and screaming crazy fast moments but then has those very slow but intense moments too.
 
For us we learned that our whole process was all in God's timing and that He was in control of it not us.   For example, I am a total type A personality, no matter how quickly I finished all the necessary paperwork I had no control over the timing of our government approving us or the Ukrainian government approving us or when we would travel etc.   
 
We met Dariya's birth father and spent some time with him while we were in Ukraine.  We found out that when my husband was hearing God's call for us to adopt in December that it was the same time period in which Dariya's birth parents had learned about Reece's Rainbow and released her for international adoption.  I don't believe in coincidence, God has his hands all over this, in His perfect timing.  
 
 Our advice would be to not let the price or travel scare you out of international adoption.  Instead embrace the country you are adopting from.  Learn about the culture. Eat the foods.  Take loads of pictures of the country and the people for your child to see as they grow up.  Visit with and maintain a relationship with your child's birth family, if possible.  For us meeting Dariya's birth father was a complete joy and to maintain contact with him so that he may watch her grow through pictures and video is a blessing.
 
As for the money, we say count the cost.  What if you didn't adopt that child?  What would their life be like?  What would your family be without them?  What is that cost?  As the old adage goes, "It takes a village to raise a child” but we add that it takes a village to raise the money to adopt a child.   Let those around you use their skills and gifts to help you brainstorm and fund raise.  
 
CHRISTY: I learned to be patient and not get too upset over the little hiccups along the way.  The adoption journey has been described as a roller coaster of emotions – which is completely true!  Honestly I don’t think there is a single adoption story I’ve heard that didn’t have one or two setbacks along the way.  One day you get good news, the next day there is a delay.  One day you find out there is a hold up with a form, the next day something is expedited.  It’s up and down and is incredibly hard to not get caught up in all of the little details, but if you can develop a hakuna matata attitude it will serve you very well as you make your way through the many checkpoints in the adoption process that lead you to your child.   And don’t think I’m speaking as someone who fully mastered this, I’m WAY too high strung to have perfected it, but oh my word, how nice it would have been to not sweat the little details during a process that you know will have little things that go awry at some point? 
 
6. Will you share your thoughts on the experience of parenting both a biological and an adoptive child?  Has anything surprised you? 
 
ROCHELLE:  Every child is different and unique.  Each of our children have their own personalities, strengths, weaknesses, needs, wants, triggers, likes, dislikes, and a desire to be included in a family.  It is our job as parents, whether our kids were born to us or born in our hearts to figure out what makes them tick, to teach them, lovingly discipline them and to help them reach their highest potential.  So for us we don't feel like there is a huge difference in parenting because of where that child was born but rather more of a difference in how we need to support each child based on their individual needs.  
Rochelle's daughter, Dariya
 
CHRISTY: We have two biological children – Taylor, our son is 7, and Bailey, who is 3.  They are both extraordinarily easy children – both laid back, eager-to-please kids.  The bond with both was strong, immediate and easy when they were born. 
When we adopted Abby she was just shy of her 3rd birthday and had been in an orphanage in Eastern Europe since a few days after her birth.   Even though Abby’s orphanage was a “good” one, it was just that - an orphanage.  She was watched by a rotating list of caregivers.  She was in a group of children that ranged at any given point from 8-12 children, ages 1-3.  The children rotated in and out too, as the orphanage is also used as emergency foster care for children who need to be removed from unsafe situations quickly.   Abby had really never been given the opportunity to bond with anyone: caregivers, other children or family.   The orphanage staff, while they were kind women, didn’t seem to cuddle or touch the children unless helping them with a necessary task:  eating, diapers, dressing, etc.  Nor did they correct poor behavior and or give guidelines for good behavior.  For example, I don’t know how many times we saw a child hit another child, or one child yank a toy out of another’s hand.   And if the caretakers saw it, the typical response was to laugh but certainly not to teach appropriate behavior.  
By far I would say the biggest surprise of parenting Abby for the first few months was knowing how to deal with difficult behaviors that were learned in the orphanage.  And let me make this clear:  this way of existing was the only way Abby had ever known.  She is a super sweet, kind little girl.   She is also very independent (whether that is her natural personality, or one she had to learn to survive in the orphanage, we will never know), and didn’t take too kindly to the boundaries we have in our home.  We received varying advice from “experts” (adoption books, internet research, other adoptive parents, and an attachment/adoption counselor) on how to best deal with the poor behaviors – some said that she needed strict (but of course loving) boundaries, so she could learn that while she had to control her environment in the only way she knew for the first three years of her life, that now her job was to be a child and let us be her parents.   Some said that she just needed to know she is safe and secure and loved and give her time to adjust before imposing boundaries.  
During this time we experienced a strange dichotomy of this heartbreakingly sweet little Abby who needed, craved, and soaked up physical affection – as in hugged me with arms tight around my neck for hours at a time – with the independent little girl who didn’t want to obey and had all of those ugly feelings of abandonment and subsequent anger and sadness welling up inside of her, but no way to articulate or understand those powerful emotions. 
It was so surprising to me (and looking back on it I cannot believe this surprised me – my goodness, what did I expect?!) that I had to keep second-guessing how I was parenting her – do I ignore a certain behavior, correct it, or discipline her after repeated instances of the same poor behavior when she knows what she should do?   With our biological children, I was not constantly second-guessing if I was using the right parenting method, but then again, neither of our biological children had the miserable, lonely existence that Abby had had either.  We knew of course that she needed love, security, and boundaries, but knowing how to best deliver those to a child who has never experienced them – and was emotionally fragile - was the tough part.
But, despite all of those doubts about how to best parent a child who was abandoned at birth and during some of the most important developmental years of her life was not shown love, affection, or boundaries, we would adopt her again in a heartbeat. Abby is our daughter, and was meant to be from the moment she was born.   We love her to pieces and while the going wasn’t always easy, it has always, always been worth it.  She is worth it.  This precious girl has blossomed in front of our eyes in the last 10 months since joining our family.  She LOVES her family and now for the first time in her life, understands what it means to be a part of one.  She has gone from needing hugs for hours at a time, to coming up for a hug and then shouting “play!” and running off to play again.  She has grown taller and has thinned out with her new normal of healthy food and ample activity.  Her smile (which was basically nonexistent before) comes easily, as do her sweet, infectious giggles.  She goes to preschool and is a little sponge soaking up words, signs, songs, etc.   Where we once had bad behavior days almost daily, we now go weeks between bad days.   Abby has bonded beautifully with her immediate and extended family, close family friends and friends at school.  
An incredible "Before & After" of Christy's daughter, Abby
 
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Wow!  What powerful stories these ladies shared.  Thank you, Rochelle and Christy, for giving us such honest and inspiring portrayals of your international adoption journeys.  If you'd like to learn more about Rochelle and her beautiful family, you can check out here blog HERE.  Christy has a blog but she is far more active on Instagram @cjpics.  I highly recommend you follow her because her posts will undoubtedly enrich your days:
For #adoptionawarenessmonth I've posted tidbits here and there about Abby's life before joining our family. With each post there has been at least one comment (usually more) about the post making someone cry.  I get it. When I contemplate Abby's past in its entirety, the emotion is literally crushing. I've had to compartmentalize thoughts of her life before being here because the pure sadness, not to mention the completely unnecessary reasons she was made to endure that life, is too much to comprehend. Her past was not pretty. I don't mean physically, I just mean the lonely, sad existence she had for almost three years. And OH MY WORD it didn't have to be that way. Some details of her past don't need to be publicized but our daughter endured so much and it was so freaking unnecessary. But thank God for leading us to her. The changes in her this past year are incredible! It has nothing to do with our family being special because….we aren't.  It's as simple as having a family that loves you and a place to call home. I've said this many times but let me say it again. There are so, SO many kids waiting.  Let me assure you, they don't need your life or home to be perfect or your bank account to be huge. They just need a home and a family to love them. If you've ever thought about adoption please don't wait because you feel like everything has to be perfect because kids don't need perfect, they just need a family and love.

 
If you'd like to help bring an orphan home to the loving arms of a mother like Christy or Rochelle, you can donate to Reece's Rainbow by clicking HERE.  And since your mascara is already smeared all over your cheeks, you can find another inspirational Reece's Rainbow story HERE


Sunday, November 17, 2013

The Story Travis Didn't Want Me to Share

You know how they say opposites attract?  Well, while we unite on values and fundamental issues of importance, Travis and I have very different personalities.  I am outgoing, he is more reserved.  I am high-strung, he is laid-back.  I am emotional, he is level-headed.  I can be volatile, he is always composed.  I am a talker, and he is a man of few words.  While we both pursued business degrees, we took very different career paths.
 
Me (financial development for national non-profit organizations): "Come on!  Let's draft a proposal citing the benefits of strategic philanthropy and how xyz company can leverage their sponsorship for maximum ROI and let's go convince xyz company CEO to give us tens of thousands of dollars!  Yaaay!" 
Travis: "No thanks.  That doesn't sound like fun."
 
Travis: (information technology for a global for-profit manufacturing company): "Let's create a ghost image from the mainframe of the bus network and circumvent the DOS prompt to connect the USB directly to the parallel port in order to reinstall the operating system to maximize function." 
Disclaimer: That sentence made no sense.  Ask anyone who knows anything about IT.  But this is what it sounds like to me when Travis talks about his job. 
Me: "I'd rather walk on my lips!"
Please excuse the low quality pictures.  I'm pretty sure I didn't scan them right as Mr. Technology wasn't here to help me ;-)

Because Travis doesn't go around telling anyone who will listen his thoughts and feelings, not nearly enough people get to fully experience the gentle, loving, hysterically funny, generous and kind-hearted person her truly is.  And because Travis' personality is so humble and reserved, he's not exactly out there broadcasting his every thought and action all over the blogosphere.  He doesn't really mind me doing it, as long as the focus stays off of him.  Normally, I can easily honor that request by filling CCE with stories about my adventures staying home with the children. 
 
Meanwhile, Travis has continued to thrive in the business world.  He now has his MBA and he's currently taking a Dale Carnegie course as part of a continuing education/career development plan.  Last week he came home and set two small boxes on the counter and said "I won an award for a speech I gave in my Dale Carnegie glass and I got a pen"  Now folks, if left to his own devices, this is where the story would have ended.  But you know me - I continued to pry...especially when I found out the speech was about Leanne. 
The class was tasked with making a speech about something that inspires them.  Travis chose to speak about his sister-in-law.  He talked about how she is always positive and upbeat.  She does not dwell upon her disability and the challenges that accompany it.  He talked about how she is grateful for the little things in life.  He even told the "new underpants" story: 
 
My mom, sister, Travis, and I were wandering around Opry Mills mall in Nashville when my mom wanted to duck into a store to get some new undergarments for Leanne.  They picked out their items, went to the check out, and my mom paid the cashier.  As the cashier handed the bag across the desk, Leanne excitedly exclaimed "New underpants - YEEEESSSSS!!!" and she slapped a high five on the cashier followed by the rest of us.  Travis never recovered from the attack of laugher that he succumbed to in that moment.
Travis then went on to explain in his speech that not only does Leanne appreciate the little things in life but she is very selfless and generous.  He talked about how she takes great pride in her job: making dog biscuits that are sold to banks to pass out in the drive-through.  Even though this job isn't particularly prestigious or lucrative, Leanne is grateful to have it and she is very proud of the work she does.  She is even proud of her $9 paychecks, which she always wants to spend buying things for us. 
 
The participants in Travis' class voted on the speeches and upon winning, Travis was presented with a pen that reads "Outstanding Performance" and he had to give an acceptance speech.  He explained that Leanne collects pens and that he would give it to her.  Right then, the teacher ran off to find another pen, especially for Leanne.   
Despite Travis' repeated attempts to downplay the importance of his speech and award, it meant the world to me.  If you asked a class full of business professionals who they seek inspiration from, you might expect to get a list of influential business tycoons ranging from John D. Rockefeller to Warren Buffet.  But who would expect an ambitious young professional to cite a developmentally delayed adult who relishes in new underwear and spends her days making dog biscuits as a source of inspiration? 
From the day he met Leanne, Travis was receptive enough to embrace her with an open heart and he learned that you don't have to have a high IQ, a prestigious career, or a hefty bank account to be able to make a valuable impact on this world.  Leanne has so much to teach us about kindness, gratitude, a positive attitude, and a generous spirit, just by being herself.  Travis is among a fortunate few who has truly gotten to know Leanne, and he considers himself better for it.  And that's why I felt it important to twist Travis' arm until he let me share this story beyond his Dale Carnegie class - it's contains a message of inspiration that we can all appreciate. 

Leanne and her "brother"

On more than one occasion, I've been asked to distribute advice on how to talk one's husband into adopting a baby with Down syndrome.  Quite truthfully, I have no idea.  I never had to convince Travis that adopting a baby with Down syndrome was the right thing for our family.  I don't even remember the introductory conversation we had about the topic, but there was never an ounce of persuasion needed to sway Travis.  He always knew it was the natural thing for us to do. 
Travis and Leanne at the Special Olympics Winter Games award ceremony 2009
 

Although Travis did not grow up with much exposure to people with special needs, from the minute he met Leanne, he approached her with an attitude of acceptance.  This was clearly illustrated to me the first time I met Travis' mother.  She was making polite chit chat about me and my family and I told her that my sister has Down syndrome.  This was the first time she'd been notified.  Now, Travis and I had been spending time together for a little while and he'd told his mom about me, but he never bothered to mention the fact that the blond-haired, blue-eyed, bubbly sister of mine who cheerfully greeted him every time he stopped by my house possessed an extra chromosome.  Doesn't that seem like an interesting tidbit to note about your new girlfriend?  I guess not.  It was such a non-issue for Travis that it just slipped his mind to include that detail. 
Travis & Leanne (and Leanne's friends) in 2001
 

Then there was the time that I had a summer job as a promotions intern for a local radio station and we were broadcasting from the state fair.  Travis brought Leanne out to the fairgrounds to visit me.  Apparently he ran into a group of his high school friends in the parking lot and I asked him if it was awkward to explain why he was there with a 4'8'' chromosomally enhanced date on his arm and he just shrugged and said the only embarrassing part was the fact that he was driving my mom's candy apple red PT Cruiser!  (Sorry Mom!)
Travis gets an education on "High School Musical" in 2007
 
Travis never acted awkward or embarrassed around my sister.  In fact, from the beginning, he treated her like she was his own sister.  He laughs with her, teases her, has serious conversations with her, and sometimes even gets irritated with her - just like I do.  Only Travis has always been much more effective in communicating with Leanne in these moments.  She respects him immensely.  She is proud to call him her "brother".  The "in-law" concept is lost on Leanne.  Minor detail, right?  Except when we were standing in the front of the funeral home at my grandpa's wake greeting guests and Leanne kept introducing Travis and (visibly pregnant) I as her "brother, sister, and (gesturing to my abdomen) their baby".  In that case the "brother-in-law" thing might have been nice to note but I digress...
Leanne with her sister and brother (in-law) before the Special Olympics cross-country skiing competition in 2009
 
Sometimes I forget just how special it is to have a husband who accepts and loves Leanne as though she were his own sister.  The fact that he was unfazed about the idea of adopting a chromosomally enhanced baby of our own is one big reminder.  But last week he came home with another reminder.  He didn't want me to share this story but I kept nagging him until he reluctantly caved in muttered "go ahead".  So tune in to the next post to find a really important reminder of how an individual who is perceived as flawed by many members of society, can have a profound impact on the life of another person, just by being herself.
Travis and Leanne cook together in 2007
 
For now I'm off to mine through the dark abyss of the unfinished part of our basement for more old photos to share.  Stay tuned!

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Please Pass the Tissues

We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to share a heartwarming story that will undoubtedly make you smile...maybe even cry.  Check out The Today Show's Savannah Guthrie as she discusses the uncle who inspires her.  He just happens to be chromosomally enhanced:
 
 
Guthrie and her beloved Uncle Pierce
Please pass the tissues!

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Adoption and Childbirth Are More Similar Than You Think

No two adoptions are alike just like no two childbirths are alike.  We may go into each journey with a vision of what it will be like but we truly cannot anticipate the twists, turns, and forks in the road.  But really, doesn't this speak to parenthood in general?  We can research and prepare and do our absolute best but ultimately, there are bound to be challenges along the way.  The most important component needed to face these challenges is a heart full of unconditional love for your children. 

Adoption seems like such a foreign concept to many people but as a mother of both an adoptive child and a biological child, I can truly attest to the fact that the journeys are more alike than you'd think. 
1.  Time - From the time we started our home study until Josie was born, it took exactly 3 months.  Seriously!  It takes about 3 months to finish the home study so we received placement almost immediately thereafter.  From the time Merryn was conceived to the time she was in our arms, it took 40 weeks and 5 days...but who's counting?  I am.  Because I was MISERABLE!  The average adoption (not necessarily special needs - all adoptions) takes 1-2 years.  When you factor in how long it takes some couples to conceive a child and the additional time the child spends in utero, those time frames are remarkably similar. 
2.  Cost - Yes, adoption can be expensive.  But that depends greatly upon the type of adoption you pursue.  For example, the majority of families who adopt from foster care receive a monthly subsidy.  There is also an adoption tax credit as well as adoption assistance programs available.  In the case of an adoption of a U.S. child that a state has determined has special needs, you may be eligible for the maximum amount of credit or exclusion for the year of finality, even if you paid no qualified adoption expenses.  Did you know that adopting a child who is older, of a minority race, or part of a large sibling group can be considered a special needs adoption and therefore eligible for maximum adoption assistance benefits (source)?
 
It is unfair to generalize that adoption is expensive and childbirth is "free," because for many people, having a biological baby is hardly free!  When you factor in insurance deductibles (ours is very high) and co-pays, the bio baby route can add up.  For those individuals that seek fertility treatments to facilitate the process of having a biological baby, it can easily match or exceed the cost of adoption. 

There are too many variables to generalize, but it is worth considering that in terms of cost, adoption and childbirth may be more similar than you think. 
3.  Getting intimate with strangers - Adoption involves opening up your lives to a group of people so that they can understand who you are and determine if you can provide an environment that is suitable for a child.  From filling out pages and pages of paperwork detailing every aspect of your childhood, personality, and values, to providing proof of assets and income, to opening up every corner of your home to be inspected by a social worker, the process can seem rather invasive.  

Anyone who has ever filled out pages and pages of medical forms at the OB's office, been interviewed about their sexual activity and venereal disease history, and laid perched upon an exam table with feet in the stirrups with a light flashing where the sun don't shine can tell you that childbirth can be pretty invasive, too!  Don't even get me started about the group of strangers in the birthing room at the hospital who will see you contort in ways that Miley Cyrus wouldn't even attempt while expelling fluid and writhing in pain.  Forget the medical staff - my husband saw sides of me I never wanted him to see.  Leave your dignity at the door! 

Once again, in each scenario you will find yourself getting intimate with strangers in ways that you never anticipated for the end result of holding that beautiful child in your arms.
4.  Feeling Guarded - Adoption is fraught with anxiety.  Will a birth mother choose us?  What if she changes her mind and decides to parent?  What if she hands the baby over and then decides that she wants it back?  It is completely normal to feel guarded during the initial stages of the adoption process.  Until the relinquishment forms are signed and a judge finalizes the adoption, there is a degree of uncertainty that comes with the territory.

Pregnancy is also accompanied by anxiety.  Why is it taking so long to conceive?  Is something wrong with me?  Is something wrong with him?  What if I miscarry?  Is it okay to eat this?  Was that cramp normal?  What if there is something wrong with the baby?  What if something goes wrong in childbirth?  There is a reason many people opt not to announce a pregnancy until after the first 12 weeks - the risk of miscarriage is greater, and if, God forbid, we do have to suffer that pain, many people would prefer to do it privately.  And for many of us, we don't truly let our guard down until the doctor places that baby in our arms and we are able to count all of those fingers and toes and receive confirmation that our little darling is healthy. 

Neither adoption nor childbirth come with a guarantee.  Vulnerability is part of the journey towards parenthood.
5.  Expect the Unexpected - We went into our adoption expecting a closed one.  It became an open one.  I had a preconceived notion of what the biological mother would be like.  She was nothing like that.  I assumed once Josie's heart was repaired that it would be smooth sailing for her health-wise.  I was so wrong.

My family and I just knew that I was carrying a boy.  Merryn is 100% girl.  I thought I would eat right and exercise and be size 8 immediately after giving birth.  Instead I gained a billion pounds and felt like a beached whale for a LONG time.  I knew that labor and delivery would be a piece of cake.  In fact, I was so confident that I declined all medications and climbed into that bathtub intending to demonstrate my ability to naturally do what mothers have been doing since the beginning of time.  I ended up in an operating room at 2 am receiving a spinal block and having my abdomen sliced open to retrieve this baby in the most unnatural way possible. 
 
No two adoptions are the same and no two childbirths are the same but the one thing you can count on is to expect the unexpected.
6.  A Family is Formed - When I first laid eyes on Josie I cried.  She was laying in the NICU, tethered to a bunch of beeping machines, completely vulnerable and needy.  I'd never even been in a NICU before, I had no idea what these machines were for, and the language the staff was speaking may as well have been Chinese.  But I was committed to learning how to fulfill her every need because in that moment, I became a mother. 
 
You know how they say babies don't come with instruction manuals?  Well, even though I already had one baby, I still felt completely helpless and lost when we brought Merryn home.  She's not tethered to anything.  She didn't come with a monitor that's going to tell me if she stops breathing.  How in the heck does this nursing thing work and how much is she supposed to eat and when??  But once again, I was going to figure it out because I was her mother. 
 
What I learned after having both an adopted baby and a biological baby is that the maternal instinct that kicks in when tasked with the responsibility of caring for a helpless child who needs you is in no way dependent upon biology.  The way the four of us got to know one another, anticipate each other's needs, and support one another with a routine that is entirely unique to us has nothing to do with genetics.  We are family complete with our own distinctive characteristics and quirks and we are united in love - just like every other family.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Preparing for Adoption

We joke that Josie was conceived at the Olive Garden.  We were celebrating my birthday over an endless supply of bread sticks and the subject of adopting a baby with Down syndrome came up, as it had many times in the past.  This time, however, Travis moved the topic from the "abstract idea" category to the "reality" category with the statement that changed our lives:
 
Well, adoptions can take years so if we're really going to do this, we better get the ball rolling!
 
Um, wow...let me think about this...We had been married for 8 years at that point and we felt like our lives were in a secure and comfortable place.  And while I still felt a little young to be entertaining the idea of motherhood, he had a point - it would be a few years off, right?  WRONG!
I went home and started researching the topic of adoption by Googling "Down syndrome adoption".  I was bombarded with information about attorneys, adoption agencies, domestic adoptions, international adoptions, open adoptions, semi-open adoptions, closed adoptions, public adoptions, private adoptions, restrictions, costs...it was overwhelming!  Being the academic type that I am, I started printing out the most comprehensive and pertinent information and I organized it in a three-ring binder.  I then placed the binder on the back of the toilet, where I knew Travis would find and peruse it (I'm savvy like that).
 
One of the first major decisions we had to make was domestic vs. international adoption.  Through websites like Reece's Rainbow, I learned that there are hundreds of beautiful children in foreign orphanages waiting for homes.  While I would encourage anyone to pursue international adoption, we ultimately chose domestic adoption because, truthfully, we wanted a newborn and domestic adoption was significantly less expensive. 
 
The expense is a major deterrent for many people who would otherwise consider adoption but in my research, I learned something very important - interview MANY adoption agencies because the costs vary dramatically.  I was quoted between $10,000 and $35,000 depending on which agency I was speaking with.  As with anything, you don't want to select an adoption agency based upon cost alone, but the point is that you must do your research.  The agency we ended up using waived a large portion of its fee because we were finding our own baby through the National Down Syndrome Adoption Network, which is a non-profit organization that connects birth parents with families wishing to adopt a baby with Down syndrome.  Fees associated with adoption can be further offset by fundraisers and grants (they are plentiful - Google it!).  State and Federal adoption subsidies can be an enormous help in offsetting special needs adoption costs as well.
 
I won't get into more specifics about Down syndrome adoption, because Courtney over at Pudge and Biggie, has done all of the work for me.  If you'd like to read more, click HERE.
 
Another EXTREMELY helpful resource was finding other families - especially local families - who had already completed the adoption process.  The NDSAN connected me with a couple of families and I found a few through friends.  The wealth of information and referrals they provided was simply invaluable. 
 
One of the referrals another adoptive family helped us with was finding an adoption agency.  In January 2010, we began our home study which involved filling out lots of paperwork, having references fill out lots of paperwork, getting  background checked and finger-printed, and hosting a series of home visits, which are not nearly as intimidating as I feared they would be. 
 
We then drafted a "Dear Birth Mother" letter providing information about ourselves to prospective birth mothers and explaining why we wanted to adopt.  We also compiled a photo album of ourselves attempting to look as wholesome and sane as possible.
Look how wholesome
 Gardening + Birdhouses = Completely Sane
Knowing that the opportunity for international travel would dwindle as soon as a baby was placed in our arms, we took a trip to Europe.
We love you, St. Andrews
 
 
We then got down to business taking care of the pre-baby prep work.  Because our spare bedroom would need to become a nursery, Travis and his dad set out to finish our basement to provide more space for eager grandparents to come and stay.

 
After getting all of our ducks in a row and we sat and waited for the phone call that every prospective adoptive parent yearns for...