No news on the adoption front. Referrals for little boys from Ethiopia seem to be running 4-5 months. We finished our paperwork at the beginning of May 2009, so hopefully, we are getting closer. The waiting is such a crazy thing. In many respects, it feels so similar to a pregnancy...waiting for a new little one. What will he look like? Will he have health issues? How will we adjust to another family member? What will his personality be like? When will we sleep again? But during a pregnancy, even with so many unknowns, the central emotion is joy. A sweet baby...a new soul...happiness abounds.
Adoption is a more complex experience. It will be a celebratory event for us, of course. Adding a new little one is a precious time and we can't wait to meet him. But for him, for his biological family, there is an undercurrent of sadness and grief that our previous babies have never known.
We haven't learned his story yet, so I don't know the specifics of his short, but already difficult, young life. But as we wait now, I spend a lot of time thinking about his family and what they are going through during these months. While we flit from tennis lessons and swim practice to beach vacations and golf outings, they are trying to survive - to simply live to the next day - in Ethiopia. This precious little boy and his family...what is their life like right now? Is his mother ill? Is there a father in the picture or has he abandoned the family? Was the baby left in a public place or did his family drop him off at an orphanage? So many questions and so much sadness. I think of his mother often. To be a mother, to desperately love a child you have just met, but to be unable to care for them or to know that illness will take you away...to give up a child? The grief and agony suck the air from your lungs. This thought is something that keeps me going when I'm feeling "mommy fatigue"...when I whisper to myself, "How can I possibly manage more children?" If the roles were reversed, what could I cling to? Of course I would hope desperately for a loving family to envelop my baby....to love my child as if he had always been there. It would be the only way I could find a morsel of peace in the sadness and gut-wrenching heartache.
For us, this child will be a great joy. God knew he would be part of our family all along. He placed him with us. But as we wait, our sadness for his experience looms unceasingly. To have lived such tragedy and loss at this young age, I'm not sure there are words descriptive enough to express the myriad of difficult emotions. We are so anxious to meet him, to bring him home and to love him fiercely. We will rejoice as he joins our family and we will strive to fill his days with happiness and purpose. But as we enjoy our summer and go about our ridiculously suburban schedule, my mind and heart wander often...wondering how our little boy is doing, wishing I was there to hold him and to ease his pain. I long to wrap my arms around his mother and assure her that her precious child will be cherished. We are having a delightful summer, full of fun and rest. They are facing each day with trials we have never known. It difficult not to feel extremely guilty.
It is a strange mix. The presence of joy and sorrow, happiness and heartache...so many conflicting emotions arising out of one life event. But I suppose really, this is life. There are many times when these emotions present in tandem. Adoption is complicated and the wait has seemed long. But I feel so grateful. For us to love this little one well, we must understand from where he has come. In the waiting, we have been given much time for reflection and for God to speak to our hearts - as He prepares us for the real journey that will begin when we meet our sweet baby for the first time...
7.30.2009
7.10.2009
It All Happened So Quickly...
My precious baby could have died. No exaggeration or creative license taken. This could have been it. A very different ending to our vacation and a tragic beginning to a life without her. As I write this I can feel my heart begin to race as my emotions swell.
I am fanatical about water safety. We pursue swimming lessons religiously. A house with a pool in the backyard will not be an option until the kids are much older. If we are near water, they are supervised at all times. Having little ones around the water has been a fear of mine as long as I've had children. I can recall waking up on various occasions after a nightmare that one of my children had drowned. One day a few weeks ago, it almost became a sadness from which I would never awake.
The house we rented at the beach had its own pool in the front. Initially I was reluctant, but I relented. The pool had its own fence and gate with a high latch. There would be a lot of adults and only a few kids. It was a beautiful house and it was big enough for our entire extended family. It seemed as though we could manage to keep the kids safe for a week.
We had a wonderful first day. A fun outing at the beach. My mom even stayed back at the house with the kids while they napped, so that hubby and I could have a few peaceful hours by the pool. The morning of day two began routinely. We were scurrying to get everyone fed, dressed and ready for the day. Patrick went upstairs to change. Shortly afterwards, I was ready to do the same. I made a quick survey of the room and the big kids were fine. Emmy (age 2) was sitting on the couch with the adults. I generally announced that I was going up to get ready. (In hindsight, I should have specifically appointed someone to be in charge of watching the kids.)
Times passes, ten to fifteen minutes at the most. Suddenly, I hear my dad yelling from downstairs that he had just found Emmy...outside of the house, inside the pool fence...by herself.
My heart stops. For a few minutes, I'm not even sure it fully registered. Complete terror. One of my greatest fears. Finally, after several minutes of processing, the emotions begin to flood my brain. What? There were at least three adults downstairs? The front door was locked? The pool gate was shut? How on earth did a two-year old open a heavy, locked hurricane door, walk ten feet to a fence, open the gate and head towards the pool? How could this be? We are so careful. I am painfully aware that drowning is the second leading cause of death for children. This cannot have almost happened to us. Complete shock.
I wrapped my arms around that sweet child and held her so tightly. I hid in my bathroom and sobbed uncontrollably. I thanked God for protecting her. I beat myself up repeatedly for not either bringing her upstairs with me or appointing a specific person to take care of her. Then I attempted to reconstruct the events that allowed her to make her way to the pool. I still don't really know what happened. How is it that no one realized she was missing? I don't know if someone left the front door open and she followed them out. I don't know if she managed to get the door open herself. I did learn that the latch on the pool gate was broken and so the gate did not remain completely closed. Usually, in the case of most disasters, there are several things that go wrong - a chain of events leading to the ultimate tragedy. That rule applies here. A chain of events that almost caused years of heart-ache and "what-ifs." But the underlying theme is that it was an accident. They do happen and they happen quickly.
That evening I hardly slept. The next day I was still shaken up and could not stop obsessing about it. Eventually it faded somewhat, but the shadow remained throughout the remainder of our trip. I just kept thinking...so close...it was so close. We could have lost her.
There are so many difficult things that happen in life. I know God is sovereign and I trust His plan. But when there is sadness and tragedy, the questions and confusion cannot be suppressed. Throughout my life, I have wrestled with God during my own difficulties and I have struggled with Him as I have walked next to others during their times of trial and sorrow. In this fallen world, suffering touches all of us. But I feel as though sometimes we are so beaten down by the challenges that we forget to acknowledge the good. There are also many instances when accidents don't happen, when God protects "behind the scenes" - so many times when we so easily forget He is there ordaining it all.
So today, a praise. On June 9, 2009, God saved my little girl. He is always there. But on this day, as she made her way out of the house and to the pool, He held her hand. As she stood next to the water, He was there, with her. What was she thinking? Probably that the water was pretty and she wanted to jump in and play. But He wrapped his loving arms around her and did not let her take that next step. "Not now my child." He whispered to my dad's heart, "Go find Emmy." God surrounded my precious little one with a hedge of protection and He did not call her home.
When I prayed on that almost-tragic day, my words seemed woefully inadequate. He allowed me to keep one of the most precious gifts He has given me. How do I say thank you? It was one of the few times I felt grateful that He could see into my heart, because I could not find words that were big enough. My soul was exploding with gratitude, but when I tried to speak, nothing came out but, "Thank you"...and more tears.
Please be careful with your little ones near the water this summer. We cannot be too cautious. A little neurosis is healthy in the case of water safety. I used to feel it was just non-swimmers who were truly in danger. However, a friend recently posted an entry on Facebook describing her own scary incident. Her son was a very strong swimmer. But at a baseball pool party, he was pulled down - and eventually held under - by a panicked child who could not swim. Kids and water are a dangerous combination. Accidents happen so quickly. Please teach your children to swim as early as possible. Do not leave older siblings in charge of younger ones. Make sure all pools have a separate fence and a high (and functional) latch. I recommend some type of pool alarm as well. After our incident, we immediately began using a "Safety Turtle" system for the remainder of the trip. It is nice to have a back-up measure of protection. Bathtubs and kiddie pools can be dangerous too. Always remember that no one will watch your kids as carefully as you will, it takes only a few inches of water for a child to drown, and it all happens so quickly.
On June 9, 2009, God saved our sweet Emily Macyn. Hopefully it was not only a warning to us, but also to others. Please be vigilant when young children are near any amount of water.
Wishing everyone a safe summer.
I am fanatical about water safety. We pursue swimming lessons religiously. A house with a pool in the backyard will not be an option until the kids are much older. If we are near water, they are supervised at all times. Having little ones around the water has been a fear of mine as long as I've had children. I can recall waking up on various occasions after a nightmare that one of my children had drowned. One day a few weeks ago, it almost became a sadness from which I would never awake.
The house we rented at the beach had its own pool in the front. Initially I was reluctant, but I relented. The pool had its own fence and gate with a high latch. There would be a lot of adults and only a few kids. It was a beautiful house and it was big enough for our entire extended family. It seemed as though we could manage to keep the kids safe for a week.
We had a wonderful first day. A fun outing at the beach. My mom even stayed back at the house with the kids while they napped, so that hubby and I could have a few peaceful hours by the pool. The morning of day two began routinely. We were scurrying to get everyone fed, dressed and ready for the day. Patrick went upstairs to change. Shortly afterwards, I was ready to do the same. I made a quick survey of the room and the big kids were fine. Emmy (age 2) was sitting on the couch with the adults. I generally announced that I was going up to get ready. (In hindsight, I should have specifically appointed someone to be in charge of watching the kids.)
Times passes, ten to fifteen minutes at the most. Suddenly, I hear my dad yelling from downstairs that he had just found Emmy...outside of the house, inside the pool fence...by herself.
My heart stops. For a few minutes, I'm not even sure it fully registered. Complete terror. One of my greatest fears. Finally, after several minutes of processing, the emotions begin to flood my brain. What? There were at least three adults downstairs? The front door was locked? The pool gate was shut? How on earth did a two-year old open a heavy, locked hurricane door, walk ten feet to a fence, open the gate and head towards the pool? How could this be? We are so careful. I am painfully aware that drowning is the second leading cause of death for children. This cannot have almost happened to us. Complete shock.
I wrapped my arms around that sweet child and held her so tightly. I hid in my bathroom and sobbed uncontrollably. I thanked God for protecting her. I beat myself up repeatedly for not either bringing her upstairs with me or appointing a specific person to take care of her. Then I attempted to reconstruct the events that allowed her to make her way to the pool. I still don't really know what happened. How is it that no one realized she was missing? I don't know if someone left the front door open and she followed them out. I don't know if she managed to get the door open herself. I did learn that the latch on the pool gate was broken and so the gate did not remain completely closed. Usually, in the case of most disasters, there are several things that go wrong - a chain of events leading to the ultimate tragedy. That rule applies here. A chain of events that almost caused years of heart-ache and "what-ifs." But the underlying theme is that it was an accident. They do happen and they happen quickly.
That evening I hardly slept. The next day I was still shaken up and could not stop obsessing about it. Eventually it faded somewhat, but the shadow remained throughout the remainder of our trip. I just kept thinking...so close...it was so close. We could have lost her.
There are so many difficult things that happen in life. I know God is sovereign and I trust His plan. But when there is sadness and tragedy, the questions and confusion cannot be suppressed. Throughout my life, I have wrestled with God during my own difficulties and I have struggled with Him as I have walked next to others during their times of trial and sorrow. In this fallen world, suffering touches all of us. But I feel as though sometimes we are so beaten down by the challenges that we forget to acknowledge the good. There are also many instances when accidents don't happen, when God protects "behind the scenes" - so many times when we so easily forget He is there ordaining it all.
So today, a praise. On June 9, 2009, God saved my little girl. He is always there. But on this day, as she made her way out of the house and to the pool, He held her hand. As she stood next to the water, He was there, with her. What was she thinking? Probably that the water was pretty and she wanted to jump in and play. But He wrapped his loving arms around her and did not let her take that next step. "Not now my child." He whispered to my dad's heart, "Go find Emmy." God surrounded my precious little one with a hedge of protection and He did not call her home.
When I prayed on that almost-tragic day, my words seemed woefully inadequate. He allowed me to keep one of the most precious gifts He has given me. How do I say thank you? It was one of the few times I felt grateful that He could see into my heart, because I could not find words that were big enough. My soul was exploding with gratitude, but when I tried to speak, nothing came out but, "Thank you"...and more tears.
Please be careful with your little ones near the water this summer. We cannot be too cautious. A little neurosis is healthy in the case of water safety. I used to feel it was just non-swimmers who were truly in danger. However, a friend recently posted an entry on Facebook describing her own scary incident. Her son was a very strong swimmer. But at a baseball pool party, he was pulled down - and eventually held under - by a panicked child who could not swim. Kids and water are a dangerous combination. Accidents happen so quickly. Please teach your children to swim as early as possible. Do not leave older siblings in charge of younger ones. Make sure all pools have a separate fence and a high (and functional) latch. I recommend some type of pool alarm as well. After our incident, we immediately began using a "Safety Turtle" system for the remainder of the trip. It is nice to have a back-up measure of protection. Bathtubs and kiddie pools can be dangerous too. Always remember that no one will watch your kids as carefully as you will, it takes only a few inches of water for a child to drown, and it all happens so quickly.
On June 9, 2009, God saved our sweet Emily Macyn. Hopefully it was not only a warning to us, but also to others. Please be vigilant when young children are near any amount of water.
Wishing everyone a safe summer.
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