I Wasn't There....

I wasn't there....

When my babies were born.

 

When they took their first breath.

 

I don't know if they cried.

 

I wasn't the first person to hold them...

 

or smell them...

 

or feed them...

 

or change their diaper...

 

or...

 

I wasn't there.

 

 It's one more part of adoption that I've always been ok with..... but now?

I can't shake it.
 

Hannah's birth-mom was so generous to us... we have ultra-sound photos, pictures of Hannah's birth, photos from her first couple weeks of life, and we were even able to order pictures that the hospital photographer took of Hannah in her first hours after birth.

 

Her First Mom... she didn't have to do that. She had every right to keep those special moments to herself.... and we never would have blamed her if she had.

 

But she didn't.

 

Hunter's birth was so different.... it was rushed and unplanned and scary. The first hands who held him were his doctors as they helped him fight for life. His first moments after he was born were panicked.

 

Still.... I don't know if he cried. I have only a couple pictures of him after he was born and those pictures are blurry (horrifying, too).... it's obvious through those photos that his first moments were an emergency.

But still.... I wasn't there.

 

In our 6 weeks at our first NICU, I met the nurses and doctors who were present at Hunter's birth.  Even though his First Mama hasn't brought it up (I'm sure it's still too painful) each doctor and nurse offered many many times to tell us the story of Hunter's birth. In the days and weeks that we were there, I was just never ready.

I knew it was scary and horrible.... but I wanted to the start of our family of 4 to start when we met our sweet boy. He was sick enough when we met... how could I possibly make it through those weeks knowing how much more awful his start to life was?

So when they asked if I had questions or wanted to know details of his birth... I said no.

In hind sight... I know I did what was best. The amazing thing is that I have access to those doctors and nurses and I know that we can ask our questions at any time...

and we will.

But ...

I wasn't there.

No story or photo or memory can replace the story and photos and memories that would have been made if we had been there.

I have never taken issue with this aspect of adoption.... it's never mattered to me.

Our children's First Parents deserve those memories.... had we the chance for a 'pre-birth' relationship (as many do!), things may have ended differently.

My mom and dad...

They were there when my brothers were born... and obviously when I was born, too ;-)

But just like I'm Still Infertile.... there's still a part of me, of a woman, that wants so badly to witness those first moments of life. The first glance. The first cry. The foot and hand prints. The weight and height. The first feeding.

And lately... it's become very obvious to me that I may never have the chance to witness those moments.

I don't know where this is coming from!
It could be that Hunter's birth wasn't 'normal', like Hannah's was. There's so much more mystery in his first moments of life.

It would be that I have many pregnant friends right now... like, a lot of them! They're attending birthing classes and preparing themselves for moments that I will never be able to prepare for.

And if that's what it is, I don't think it's jealousy....

I think it's one more part of adoption that a woman, a mama, has to grieve at some point or another.

I have grieved over my infertility.

I have grieved the experiences of feeling my baby move inside of me, or nursing him or her.

And now...

I'm grieving again.

I wasn't there.

And that's a hard reality for me right now.

And while I KNOW that I am entitled to grieve....

I also ask myself...

Do you want to experience those moments so badly that you would change the moments you HAVE been able to experience?

For both of my kids... they're first bath.

Their first baby noises and words.

They're first full night of sleep!

They're first foods.

They're first steps.

They're first .... everything from this moment on.


I get those.


So.... no.

I wouldn't change a single moment.

I will wonder... and one day, I will ask Jesus to tell me the story of my babies.

And I will travel, once again, through the grieving process that is one of many that come with infertility and adoption.

And maybe one day I will ask the questions I have to the one's who can answer them....

but for now, those moments are their's...

And I have mine....

And I wouldn't change a thing.

 

 



Miracle #4; Part II

If you're new to Hunter's story, you can head over here to catch up! Remember that in order to read from the beginning to end, you need to scroll all the way down to the very last post... which is actually the first ;-)

 

 

My husband is pretty incredible, is he not?! His post on Audacious Faith and the beginning of Miracle #4 exemplifies who he is as a Husband, Daddy, and man... his faith is audacious. His patience is unending. His presence is calming... and I have no idea how Hannah, Hunter, and I got so lucky! He is a man after God's own heart.

 

I also can't tell you how much his support means to me... he supports me as a mom every day and makes so many sacrifices so I can be home with our kids.... but he also supports ME; who I am. He knows how much this blog means to me.... and how difficult it is at times, too. He encourages me... and he challenges me to be better... to stretch and grow. I don't know where I would be without that man... and the fact that he wrote such an amazing post for my blog is the best gift he has ever given me!

 

If you missed Part I of Miracle #4, head over and read Joey's post here.

 

 

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Having a baby in the NICU is not easy. In our 6 weeks living away from home, I struggled to balance my time with Hunter and my emotional investment in him and his medical needs with a life that needed to remain somewhat 'normal' for Hannah. Joey did his best to visit when he could... but I got a real taste of what a single mom might go through on a daily basis.

 

We knew we were close. Hunter had hit all of the milestones he needed to in order to be discharged; he was gaining consistent weight, maintaining his body temps, recovering from his apnea's on his own (we were already prepared to take him home on an Apnea monitor so there was 'some' leniency), and he was getting better by the day with drinking his bottles.

 

While no one had specifically told us that Hunter was nearing discharge, the past week had been full of more blood work, follow-up ultra-sounds, and evals than normal... all indicators that discharge was upon us. I had done my best to be at the hospital for EVERY test, every scan, every specialist visit, and for the on-going arrival of test results. His doctors were doing everything they could so that we could take Hunter home and have a seamless transition with up-to-date records for his new team of specialists.

 

(I was told last week at an office visit that Hunter's records are currently over 1,400 pages long, if that tells you anything about the time it took to get current stats and info on our boy ;-))

 

We had been told that discharge usually only comes with a day or two notice and sure enough, one Friday night, the doctor discussed his plans to discharge us Saturday afternoon. Joey was already planning on driving up after work that night so I called our moms and we made plans for the next day....

 

As he mentioned, Joey slept in on Saturday morning. He hadn't arrived until 2am so I was more than happy to let him sleep..... and I snuck over to the NICU to spend a few quiet minutes with our baby-boy before the doctors did their rounds and more tests began.

 

I scrubbed in and walked down the loooooong hall to Hunter's room. I said good morning to every nurse.... friends. I remember feeling so conflicted.... I wanted more than anything to go home.... but this place had become such a huge part of me that it was difficult to imagine being anywhere else.

 

Plus, those nurses and doctors... they were Hunter's family before we met him. They were the first voices he heard, the hands that saved him, the ones who prayed for God to save his life, and the hearts that grew to love that tiny orphan.

 

They were part of his first family.

 

I walked into Hunter's room and headed over to pick him up. I was about 2 steps away from his crib when I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I turned around and was face to face with his pediatrician. I knew the NICU schedule well....Rounds wouldn't begin for another 2 hours and your chance of seeing ANY doctor before Rounds was nill.... unless something was wrong.

 

He asked me to sit down.

 

I was already sweating and was doing my best not to give in to the panic I felt in my chest.... it was the kind you can taste; sheer panic.

I left Hunter in his crib and took a seat.... I knew he would be safer out of my arms this time.

 

Doctor P proceeded to tell me that some of Hunter's discharge tests had come back and they had found a few things that they hadn't seen before in his results. He said that he had spent the whole night researching and talking to specialists to determine what his results could possibly mean.

He meant it. He looked like he had been up all night.

 

"I don't have good news. I wish I did. But I don't. I don't quite know how to say this and I really wish your husband was here with you but I have to tell you....Hunter will have a very short life. I will stick to my plan to discharge him today but have called a meeting in about 2 hours with you, your husband, and some of Hunter's doctors. We can tell you more at that time but I wanted you to have a heads up. I wanted to tell you myself."

 

I texted Joey... "You need to get over here. Now. Please hurry."

 

He told me what he could about Hunter's tests. He had only had 4 patients in his entire career who had a similar diagnosis. I had to ask...

 

"How long did they live?"

 

... "None of them made it home."

 

He said more but my head was in my hands.

 

Looking back, I realize how difficult it must be to have to tell a parent that their child will soon die. I don't envy him. I can't imagine how HE must have felt and how uncomfortable it must have been for him.

 

He walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

 

"I'm so sorry. Do you have any questions? I'll do my best to answer them now, if you do but I'll be honest... I don't have all the answers. I actually have very few... we just don't know much about this yet."

 

I looked up at him... and asked the hardest question I've ever asked someone....

 

"How long?"

 

"We can talk about that more at our meeting this morning. Can I call someone for you? Will someone be able to sit with you?"

 

And Joey walked in.... out of breath.... panicked.

 

"What's wrong?"

 

Let's go back to the day we met Hunter.... Joey held him, looked at me, I asked him the question with my eyes... "Is he ours?!"... and he nodded.

 

This time, he looked at me with the question in HIS eyes... is he going to be ok?

 

I shook my head.

 

No.

 

Dr. P tried to summarize all that he had told me a few minutes before.

 

I couldn't hear it again. I walked out of Hunter's room and ran down the loooong hallway I had leisurely strolled only moments before.... past the many 'pods' that Hunter had lived in, and past the nurses who had become my friends and family.

 

I called my mom. She was due to arrive later that night and she answered right away...

 

My mom is my best friend. She always knows what to say... always. She has NEVER been without words when I've been in crisis. She's calm and level-headed and always has the perfect Scripture as a reminder for me of God's goodness and grace.

 

Not this time.

 

We sobbed together. I could tell she was trying to contain her emotion so she could help me off my cliff but hearing her cry only helped me. Joey and I would find each other when we were both able to grieve with and for each other but for now, I needed to know that I wasn't alone.

 

"Do you want me to tell Daddy or do you?"

 

"You."

 

I walked back in to the NICU, carefully avoiding eye contact with the nurses and staff who had come to know me so well...

 

When I walked in to Hunter's room, a team of specialists had already gathered around Hunter's crib and had begun their portion of his discharge.

 

No one said anything when I walked in but they moved aside and let me pick him up. I sat down and cried. And they let me. When I was done I placed him back in his crib and watched from the side as his doctors continued their paperwork and assessments.

 

Joey walked in.

 

His shirt was wet and his face was red.

 

He hugged me.

 

We walked out into the hall and met Dr. P again. It was time for our meeting.

It was time for us to find out how long we had left with our new baby.

 

Time moved so quickly. Hunter's results were further explained to us and we tried our best to understand so many terms and phrases that were foreign to us. We both took notes. 2 of the staff who were in the room with us were ladies that I will always consider friends. Neither of them said a word and none of us made eye contact. I knew they were hurting, too.

 

We were told what to look for over the next few days, weeks, and/or months... changes in eating and sleeping habits, weight loss or gain, fussiness, mood changes, and so much more. Joey had already made a plan to have Hunter flown home that afternoon and his transport team was on their way. We made a plan and contacted the team that would greet Hunter at his new NICU. His records were sent over via Internet and a paper copy of them was sent with Hunter on his jet.

 

Joey and I left the meeting and got on the Internet from our phones so we could begin the process of translating all that we had written down.

That was a mistake. "Googling" always seems to be a mistake. 
 

Within hours, our moms arrived, Hunter was discharged into the care of his transport team, he met his big sister for the very first time, and was on his way home.

 

Finally.

 

We had envisioned this day for weeks.... it was supposed to be happy and joyful and the start of something new!

 

But all we were was tired and scared.

 

We packed up and started the drive home with Hannah and our moms.

 

Our new house wasn't ready to move in to yet so we went to my aunts house, had dinner, and around 8pm Joey and I headed over to the hospital to see our baby. Hunter had arrived around 2 and I had received hourly phone calls from his nurses who only wanted to update us and tell us how sweet our boy was....

 

but we already knew that ;-)

 

We met Hunter's admitting pediatrician and were told what to expect in the next couple days at the new NICU. They had his massive records but had much better technology and wanted to re-do some of his previous tests in order to get more accurate information. They scheduled most of his testing for that night or the next morning and we were told that we would be kept up to date as results came in.

 

We took our grandparents and my aunt to the hospital the next morning so they could each take their first peek at the baby boy they had been praying for for so long.

 

My mom and I went in first...

 

I described our time in the NICU here....

 

but I left out Miracle #4.

 

Hunter's doctor had already blown us away with his news about Hunter's heart and our next big question had to do with his life expectancy in regards to this new diagnosis.

 

"We know what to look for but we want to hear it from you and your team. Will you repeat tests? Is there anything we can do to slow this down? How long will be we able to have him at home? WHEN can we take him home? How will we know when we need to bring him back here....how will we know when his time is ending?"

 

Questions no parent ever wants to have to ask.... and my heart breaks for every parent who has ever had to or ever will.

 

"That's another thing we need to talk about. I went over all of the test results with my team and re-did some of them this morning. We can see where his doctors might have thought that A,B, and C equalled their diagnosis .... but we all disagree. We'll do more testing so we can be absolutely sure but.... your baby was a preemie. Because of that, he's not normal... his anatomy and chemistry isn't normal because he shouldn't even be born yet. We can't compare Hunter to what's 'normal' because we have so much more to take into account....

 

On paper, Hunter is a mess. I spent 2 hours pouring over his charts before he arrived and I met the transport team as soon as they got here....I expected to see a very different baby; a sick baby. What I see is a healthy, but tiny baby who has some growing and healing to do but is otherwise doing very well.

 

Hunter is not going to die soon. He is a miracle, if I've ever seen one and he has a long life to live."

And we broke.... with relief and joy but also confusion... so I asked the Doctor...

"How do you explain this?! How did all of this happen?!"

And he said...


"Sometimes we... us doctors... we don't have all the answers. Sometimes... not often... but sometimes God just does this."

In that one day we had grieved the loss of our son and had celebrated the miracle of his life.... again.

It felt as if those few weeks of our lives were on repeat.... we relived those similar moments over and over and over again.

I look back now and wonder how we trusted anyone.

I wonder how we lived through those moments of sheer terror.

How we survived what seemed like an eternity of bad news.

And then I remember ...


we didn't.


We didn't trust anyone and we didn't live through it and we didn't survive.


God did.


Six weeks earlier, as we stared into the too-old, too-wise eyes of our precious new baby boy, God asked us to trust HIM....

With our future. With our family. With our lives.

And we did.

Not because it was comfortable or because we were prepared...

but because He asked us to.


Our son.... our 2 pound, 13 ounce miracle... was here to stay. For as long as God lets us have him.... he is our's...

He is On Loan From Heaven.... and he's our's for just a while.... for just a long while :-)

 

 

 

 

 



How To 'Do' Infertility and Adoption.... the Series!

I'm not sure if it's tax return time, or bonuses, or promotions, or just the start of a new year but I have gotten SO many emails and messages from readers asking adoption &/or infertility questions....

 

And those are my very favorite subjects to talk about ;-)

 

"How did you know when it was time to talk to a Reproductive Endocrinologist?"

 

"How did you and your husband make decisions about IUI and IVF versus adoption?"

 

"How did you know it was the right time to start the adoption process?"

 

"How do we even start the adoption process?"

 

"How long does a Home Study take?"

 

"How do you put together a family profile?"

 

"How did you choose an agency?"

 

"How long did you wait?"

 

I've gotten every one of those and many more in the past few weeks, alone!

 

There is nothing I enjoy more than to look back and remember our journey.... I try to relive it every day in my mind because hind-sight is always 20/20 ;-)

 

Plus... I'm an open book.

 

Have you noticed?!

 

SO!

 

This is the start of a series that will go through the 'How To's" of navigating through infertility and adoption...

 

 

You have to do some work for this series;

~ I need your input.... what topics would you like to discuss?

~ Anonymous comments are permitted so every question can be asked without hesitation or fear of judgement.

~Even if you have no personal experience with either topic but you'd just like to understand and know more.... ask!
~ If you're the parent who is going to become a grandparent through adoption.... I might not be able to answer your questions myself but I know LOTS of 'adoptive' grammas who can!
~ Maybe you're an adoptee and just want to know how we plan to navigate those topics as our kids get older.

 

 Now it's your turn...

~ email your questions to me at OnLoanFromHeaven@yahoo.com
or
~ leave a comment here or on Facebook (Anonymous is ok ;-))
 

 

**I haven't forgotten the rest of Hunter's story... I do promise it's coming but this Mama has been a little overwhelmed lately :-/ It's worth the wait! BUT... if you haven't read Joey's post (part I), do it now! **

 



Chicken Soup for Soul of the Mama Whose Child Has Special Needs

Have you ever read a Chicken Soup book?

 

Some of my very favorite books are Chicken Soup for the Soul books;

 

~ Chicken Soup for the Pre-Teen's Soul

~ Chicken Soup for the Teenager's Soul (I, II, III, & IV)

~ Chicken Soup for the Teacher's Soul

~ Chicken Soup for the Soul; Love Stories

 

 

.... And the list goes on and on (Cat Lover's Soul, Dog Lover's Soul, Nurses Soul...)

 

I haven't come across a Chicken Soup book in such a long time but just before Christmas I found a series of mini Soup books, called A Taste of Chicken Soup.... I bought; for the Mother's Soul, for the Father's Soul, for the Grand-parents Soul, for the Couple's Soul, and for the Praying Woman's Soul for many many members of our family as tiny additions to their other Christmas gifts. I was SO excited to find them but wasn't sure if anyone else would be as excited to get them.... I pretty much thought they'd end up on a shelf somewhere.

 

I was so wrong! Each family member was genuinely excited when they opened their books (everyone got 2) and I quickly realized that.... I didn't buy MYSELF ONE!

 

I'm going back tomorrow ;-)

 

The encouragement you have all given me over the past few days (since this post) has meant more to me than you will ever know. We've had some rough days and weeks as we continue to learn how to navigate the 'Special Needs' and preemie world. We know that there is a seriously amazing plan for Hunter's life and since it starts with us, we'll do everything we can to be his voice and fight for the very best for him....

More often than not, it's exciting and joyous and exhilarating to watch how God is growing and shaping our son into the boy and man he wants him to be!

 
 

and sometimes it's exhausting and frustrating and scary.
 

 

But... This week, I've been scared.

 

I want everyone to know that Hunter is doing so unbelievably well! He is working so hard to make up for his 10 weeks of lost time. We're ALL working hard. As with any preemie, there are unknowns in Hunter's future... but today, he is growing, smiling, laughing, changing every day, and is BREATHING ;-)

 

I spend 24 hours a day (most days) with him and I know my son better than anyone (my husband is the closest second!).

And since I know him better than anyone, I fight for him harder than anyone.

And I am harder on myself than anyone.

 

I've been hard on myself this week....

 

but this fight is not about me. It's about our son.

 

My mom sent me a series of emails today... each email contained a picture of a page in her Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul book. She's been reading her book each day and today's reading brought her to tears.... and it brought me to my knees. She knew I needed to read this story.... it renewed my strength and determination to fight for our son.

 

I could copy and paste this story from the Internet but I love how urgently my mom wanted me to read this story.... and I want you to read it that way, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of the most profound and inspiring stories I have ever read.... and God knew that my Mama needed to read it so I could read it, too. His timing is always perfect and He once again, brought me to my knees....

 

 Fight for your children, Moms.... fight for your instincts; you know that baby better than anyone!  Each of our children has an amazing future ahead of them, 'special needs' or not. YOU are the beginning of their story. You have an opportunity right now to ensure that one day, when your child tells his or her story, they have the very strongest start it could possibly have because it started with you.

Fight hard and never apologize for it.


** I just ordered Chicken Soup for the Soul; Children With Special Needs; Stories of Love and Understanding for Those Who Care for Children With Disabilities.... and I'm getting in bed right now to start reading! I'm sure I'll have something from it to share with you soon ;-) **



(I have linked to a few sites within my post where you can find various Chicken Soup books. I am not endorsed by any site listed... I just know how encouraging these books can be for anyone, at any stage in their life :-))

 



Fear

The only time we experience fear is when we are faced with the unknown.... but God's perfect love drives out fear. It's the only thing that can... and it will.

~ My Mom

 

If I had a penny for every time my mom has said this to me over the years....

 

Yet, I can't name very many times in my life when I have been gripped by fear.... I don't even have any examples to list (a first for me, I'm sure ;-))!

 

I've been nervous too many times to count.... but I don't think that's the same as fear.

 

But the quote works for nerves, too...  recitals, job interviews, meeting your potential in-laws, first dates, first day on the job, waiting for ANYTHING (test results, grades, yes or no...), preparing for your first child (or second or third or...)... when you think back to those times when you felt 'nervous', you were always facing something unknown.

 

I'm thankful that my list of fearful times has always been short (non-existent?!) and I'm realizing that  I've probably always taken 'fear' for granted....

 

 

until now.

 

 

Preparing for ANY child is nerve-wracking....

 

"what if...?"

"how will I know...?"

"what will we do....?"

 

Preparing for a child through adoption is nerve-wracking in a different way....

 

Because there are so many unknowns.

 

And often-times those unknowns turn into fears.

 

I've mentioned 'the list' so many times in this blog.... and it is 'the list' that makes bringing a baby home through adoption so very different. We have always taken it extremely seriously. We have 4 home studies and 2 home study updates under our belts which means we have filled out 'the list' 6 times. We've prayed about it 6 times...

 

And 6 times, when asked about prematurity, heart conditions, deafness, blindness, missing limbs, blood disorders, STD's, mental retardation, cerebral palsy...

 

we checked 'yes'.

 

We meant 'yes'.

 

 

While I don't have a list of times in my life when I've been gripped by fear, my list for the past 7 months is long...

 

 

loooooooooooooong.

 

Our lives have changed drastically.... much like anyone's does when they bring a new baby home.

 

Our 'list' is now our reality.
 

The list we prayed over.
 

The list that defines your vision for your family.
 

The one that puts you in the pool or leaves you out.
 

That list... or part of it... is our reality.
 

 

 

And we couldn't be happier.

 

Our son is a miracle. Over and over and over , and over again, he is a true miracle. His story (thanks to all of YOU) has reached hundreds of thousands of people. His story, his life, has CHANGED lives.

 

 

He has changed us.

 

And he scares me to death.

(deep breath...)

We're not finished with his story.... part II of Miracle #4 is coming but there is so much more.... there will be so much more.... so much that we don't know...

 

I write about the miracles and forever want those moments to be part of the definition of Hunter's life.... because without them, without God's hand on him, there would be no Hunter.

A pre-requisite to a miracle seems to be fear, or the unknown.

So I will also be honest.

 

Our son, our preemie, our fighter, our miracle, has special needs... he is not special needs.... but he has them.

 

Some of them we know about... and some of them we don't know about yet...

 

they are unknowns....

 

And what we don't know scares me to death.

The challenge I'm facing this week (because there will be a new one next week), is trying to balance the peace and rest I find in the story of my son's life, with the reality of the fear that seems to have it's hold on me.

 

 

 

I'm new to fear.

 

 

I don't know how 'to do' fear.

 

Satan caught me in the grips of fear today... in a moment of weakness that is slowly beginning to turn into a moment of strength...

 

because I've learned that in times of fear, I am my strongest.

 

In today's moment of fear, Joey was in a meeting so I called my mom... at work... in hysterical tears.... sobbing.... ugly cry....

 

There was a pit in my stomach, a burning, consuming desire to know more, because what I know isn't enough... I don't want to wait, I want to know. NOW.

 

And my mom said, "Hmmm... that sounds familiar."

 

I could hear the smile in her voice... 'waiting' has never been my strong suite ;-)

 

And then....

 

"The only time we experience fear is when we are faced with the unknown.... but God's perfect love drives out fear. It's the only thing that can... and it has and it will."

 

 3

 

The number of times we have prepared ourselves and our friends and family for our son's death.

 

1

 

The number of times we were prepped on what to look for when his last days were near.

 

3

 

The number of times we were told that he wasn't going to die.

 

6

 

The number of times the term 'disorder' has been associated with our son.

 

6

 

The number of times I've 'gently reminded' someone that prematurity is not a disorder in and of itself.

 

.....

 

 

The number of times we have fought for more.... for better, for our son;

 

Countless.

 

The number of times we have been paralyzed with fear of the unknown... of his past, present, and future;

 

Countless.

 

The number of times God has obviously and intentionally placed people in our path who have reminded us of God's grace, of his hand on our son's life, of his hand on our lives... who have hugged us and cried with us and who have spent hours upon hours on their knees in prayer for our sweet boy and for us, and who have screamed and yelled in celebration when those prayers were answered... the number of emails, texts, comments, and shares that remind us daily of the support we have been blessed with, that no matter how scared we are or how many unknowns we face, God is using our son to change lives...

 

the number of times our fears have turned to thanksgiving...

 

countless.

 

 

'Fear' might be today's reality... but I can't let it become my reality.

 

Yes, our son is special. He's a miracle.

 

I have been saved by the blood of Jesus Christ.... by His perfect love.

 

My son has been saved by that same love and grace...

 

That is our reality. It will always be our reality and I pray every single day that we never come to expect or count on God's miracles...

 

because I want every one of them... and there will be more... to be new and exciting.

 

But everything new and exciting came from fear.

 

And that's where we grow.
 

 

So, if fear and the unknown are pre-requitites for the (many more!) miracles we know we will see in our son's future;

 

The number of times the past... our fears.... will repeat themselves...

 

countless.

 

 And once again, His perfect love will drive out our fear (1 John 4:18) ....

And we will be left with (another) miracle!



Deming Becomes Simeon... HE FOUND HIS FAMILY!!!!

I have been completely overwhelmed this week on how devoted you all have been to sharing sweet Deming's story! Reader Bethany let me know early this morning that Deming has become SIMEON and he has found his family.... his HUGE BEAUTIFUL FAMILY!!!!

 

 
 

 

I don't know the full story yet but I do believe that YOUR 'shares' let his family to him!

 

How amazing is that?!

 

Sweet Simeon's family is in need and I have promised them that I will continue to do what I can to being baby boy home and as soon as possible...

 

 

Simeon's adoption costs are $15,000 and the fees are due NOW.
 

 

His family has asked that, should anyone feel led, donations be made in Simeon's name so his new family and his First Family can continue on in their journey to get to know each other better and start their new lives together.

(If you've ever been part of the adoption process, you know how difficult it is to ask for donations.... please don't judge. Support if you can and move on if you can't.)

 
 

If you feel led to make a donation to help bring Simeon home, head over here... any amount, even just prayers and thanks for all God has done, will go far in helping Simeon's family.
 

 

AND, if you're the parent or family member of a special needs child, you also know what kind of financial future they could be looking at.... please help if you can!
 

 

And lastly, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for once again proving that we have the BEST of the BEST supporting US and following our own story.... your faithfulness and heart for God's babies has been shown yet AGAIN and that's why I love you all so much! If you did share Deming's plead for a family, please share the news that his family has found him and their need for some support!


Psalm 68:5-6 -
Father to the fatherless, defender of widows-
this is God, whose dwelling is holy.
God places the lonely in families;
he sets the prisoners free and gives them joy.  

** To continue following Simeon on his journey, follow The Richards' here **