Birthday Planning

Birthdays around here are a big deal as it is, but when it's the FIRST birthday, that's cause for celebration!  Viktorya will be 11 soon, so it's not her first birthday, but it's her first with us!

I've been trying to decide what to get her.  When I asked her, she only asked for a baby.  Of course, the girls have about 10 babies, so I'm not sure they need any more babies piled in my old baby cradle.

I keep asking myself what she would enjoy, but isn't thinking to ask for.  This week, I figured it out!  My mom has been coming up every Monday this month to help get the week off to a good start, playing with the littles while I get the bigs started on school work.  This week, she stopped by a local (to her) pizza restaurant and bought kids' personal pizzas that have all the ingredients packaged, ready for the kids to put together.  They even came in little pizza boxes.  Since then, Viktorya has been putting the Melissa & Doug birthday cake in the pizza box, and calling it a pizza.  The kids have been taking orders in their Italian restaurant and making deliveries.

I searched on Etsy, and found a shop that sells patterns for felt food.  Sweet Emma Jean had the best looking pizza, with lots of yummy-looking toppings, and promises of very clear and detailed directions.  I purchased a set of patterns, and they are all easy to follow.  Now I can get a head start on Christmas with all these patterns, but this pizza set is coming soon for Miss V's 11th Birthday!

Words that Matter

A few days ago, we invited our social worker into our home, and she was able to meet Viktorya and Denny.  (She's Viktorya now, in case you're wondering.  She made the name change from Viki to Viktorya last week.  It's also easier for her to say, since Viki comes out 'ih-ti' and Viktorya comes out 'ih-torya'.)

We had a great visit, we just sat and talked about the kids, about our adjustment, the ups, the downs, the  thousands of twenty-something trips to the pediatrician, cardiologist, endocrinologist, ophthalmologist, labs for bloodwork, and beginning evaluations for therapy, and referrals for genetics.

She toured the kids' rooms, interacted with Denny, tried to interact with Viktorya, and 2.5 hours later, was heading home.  Today, our post-placement report came, and it reads differently than our life feels.  I mean, everything in the report is accurate, it's just different.  In the end, the words that matter most, out of the three pages detailing each child, are the words, "It is this agency's assessment that this is an excellent placement for (Viktorya/Denny)."  

Those are the words that matter.  On the tough days, it's easy to forget to stop and thank God for blessing our family with these two kids.  But every day, they are a blessing.  In the middle of a kicking, screaming tantrum, I'm reminded that I do the same thing.  Maybe not physically, but emotionally, spiritually, I can throw just as big a tantrum as Viktorya.  On the days when Denny acts as if he doesn't have any idea that we've ever used sign language, or that he mastered "eat" weeks ago, and I gently put my hand over his to help him, I see how patient God is with me.  

Our New Normal: In the Kitchen

One of the biggest adjustments our family has made over the past four months (aside from getting to know two new people, their likes and dislikes, personalities, and wants/needs) has been in the kitchen.  I seriously feel like I've lived the majority of the last several months in that one room, either preparing food or cleaning up from preparing food, feeding kids, or washing dishes.

For one, we knew Viki was coming to us with a relatively new diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes, though the survival that was the first two weeks (one week in Bulgaria, followed by one week at home, until the appointment with the endocrinologist) was COMPLETELY different than the detailed plan we have now.  I explained to the endocrinologist the day we walked in that I will work any plan I have, but I need a plan.

I got a plan, that's for sure!  I have a kitchen cabinet dedicated to her supplies of lancets, glucose test strips, needles, ketone test strips, a spare blood meter, spare insulin pens, and a shelf in the refrigerator with her supplies of insulin.  I have a 3" notebook FULL of sick day protocol, ketone protocol, snacks that have certain amounts of carbs, suppliers' information ranging from medical bracelets to cooler pouches for insulin, and so on.  I can rattle off her baseline, carb:insulin ratio, and insulin sensitivity factor.

Now that we're four months in, I know how much extra insulin she needs for a piece of cake (above her standard carb dose) and which dinners will have her lower than her overnight goal, so to plan on her having a snack in bed.

On top of learning the ropes of diabetes management, Sadie was having tummy trouble before I left to pick up the kids, and we weren't able to figure out the source.  Once we were home and getting settled, it was time to schedule her to meet with a GI specialist, to test for less common causes.  All the blood work was done, and we were still without answers.  Her symptoms look like celiac, but they aren't.

She was put on a low-FODMAP diet, which eliminates lactose, fructose, fructans, galactans, and sugar alcohols.  My first thought was, "What CAN she eat?!"  As it turns out, a lot.  It's essentially a paleo diet, just a stricter one than we had been following.  And it's hard, because fixing pb&j for the kids just isn't an option anymore.  I'm now grilling chicken for lunch, as a base, then adding sides according to which child has which restriction.

My most commonly used statement with Sadie is, "The doctor says you can't have that."  And she's okay with the doctor saying she can't have something.  Grocery shopping is a new adventure, and our recipes have been adapted to work with our new restrictions.  And Sadie was able to enjoy lactose-free chocolate ice cream, so that made up for many "the doctor says no" answers about food.

Denny has gone from not being able to even drink from a bottle, to getting smoothies packed with yummy goodness, and now he's moved on to solid foods, even chewing now, instead of just swallowing it down.  He can pack away three adult portions of oatmeal at breakfast, then act ravenous by snack time.  Just this week, he picked up bite-size pieces of food from his tray and fed himself!  Woohoo!!!

All five kids are growing like weeds, so my grocery budget is through the roof.  We're approaching the $800 mark, and there's not a coupon to help us, unless you have coupons for meat and veggies, and in that case, gimme!

If you have any yummy paleo recipes, please pass them along!  We're always looking to try new recipes, so we don't risk eating the same 10 meals again and again!

A BIG, BIG Catch-Up Post... Pictures, Too!!!

Wow... I haven't been away awhile or anything!  In the busyness of post-adoption life, I just now took a look at my blog to see when I last posted.  The day before I left for Bulgaria to pick up the kids!  Yikes!

So, as a peace offering to anyone who may still be following along, here are some pictures from Bulgaria!

Leaving Denny's orphanage... the best feeling in the world!  And in true American form (at least, as far as my dad believes), he's wearing his first pair of Chuck Taylor's!

Denny was so overwhelmed, and wanted desperately to hold my hands the entire drive.  He did so well, all things considered.

Viki ran straight to me, calling "Mama!"  There were many happy tears that day!

You can't see it in the picture, but the kids and I left Viki's orphanage by walking through water that was poured out on the stairs.  The director, a beautiful woman with a kind heart, told us it is a Bulgarian tradition, signifying a new beginning.

I realize now how tall Denny looks in this picture, but these are 2T clothes.  At 6 years old.

Viki decided she loved the camera after all!

Some of our first snuggles!

If we were in the apartment, she wanted to color.  I was glad I brought three books, because she used them all up!

My sweet little man... he wasn't a fan of anything loud or exciting, and this spot on the couch, scratching his nails against the pillow, settled him.

And a glimpse of the first three months home...

Viki loved swinging at the playground near her orphanage, so it was no surprise that she wanted to swing at our house, too!  If we're outside, this is where you'll find her!

Denny had resigned himself to rough sisterly love...

And FREEDOM!

Both kids went to a pediatric ophthalmologist, and we discovered that Denny needed glasses!  He wasn't thrilled about wearing them at first, but the whole drive home, he kept looking around, like he was seeing everything for the first time!

Our cat, Hardy, loves to climb into Denny's lap.  And Hardy isn't a very social cat.

All five of my loves... HOME!

We joined a pool for the summer, and Denny loves to sit at the spout and splash!

Viki loves it, too!

After dinner, toes are the best dessert!

Viki drew a picture of herself, and a smaller picture of Denny.  We adopted spiders, FYI. :)

Storytime for the littles happens in Sadie's room, and she is THRILLED that Denny gets to share that time with her!

Viki is quite the artist!

Okay, so no hard feelings that I've been MIA?  Life has been busy, and not only from having the two newest kiddos home.  We've had appointment after appointment for them, between the pediatrician, ophthalmologist, cardiologist, endocrinologist, dentist, the list goes on.  That's just part of the process.  We needed to make sure we had all the health stuff out of the way first thing, especially with Viki having Type 1 diabetes.

Learning how to manage Viki's diabetes hasn't been the easiest thing, but I've got a workable plan, with the endocrinologist a phone call away, night or day.  I've figured out how much extra insulin she needs if we're having cake at a birthday party, and I know that 12 animal crackers will keep her glucose levels stable overnight if she's low before bedtime.  We just attended a JDRF (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation) event, and learned more about the technological advances coming out in the future.  Viki will need eye surgery, to correct some damage caused by diabetes, but the ophthalmologist wants us to settle in, adjust, and then we'll talk surgery.  

When I picked Denny up from the orphanage, he had no idea how to suck from a bottle.  The food just ran down, and he sounded like he was aspirating.  By the time we flew home, he had great tongue thrust, and was eating more than what ended up on his clothes.  Once we were home, and I had access to a blender, he started getting some jam-packed nutritious smoothies, and gained four pounds.  After a month, he graduated from bottle to silicone sippy cups, and would clap when I brought out the blender.  He was loving this food thing!  During the second and third month, we really worked with Denny on eating solids, and it was a slow process.  Last week, he grabbed a fry and shoved it in his mouth!  To say he's come a long way in three months is a gross understatement.  He still has so far to come, in terms of communication, but we're seeing more and more personality from our little guy!  Oh, and he's in a 4T now, and those Chuck Taylor's are too small!

Okay, there's a catch-up post, and I hope to be back to blogging a little more regularly now!

Ready... Set...

I've had a running to-do list this week, with things ranging from "pay utilities" to "measure bed for mdf/boards", trying to get everything ready before I leave.

My time is winding down, and nearly everything I can do before leaving tomorrow is done, with only a few things still straggling.  The caretaker gifts are purchased and waiting to go into my mom's luggage Saturday morning, along with sippy cups, toys, my Ergo carrier, and a few other things that just. won't. fit. in my bag.  (Hey, you try fitting anything else in the bag full of clothes and shoes for three people for a week!)

I'm off to the store now, to get groceries for Scott and the kids for next week, and pick up the last couple of things for the trip, like Carnation Instant Breakfast for Denny, since he still takes pureed food from a bottle, and go and buy that sheet of mdf for Sadie's bed.  And then it'll just be down time here, until tomorrow!  TOMORROW!!!

Keeping Busy

The past fourteen months, Scott and I have gotten so used to waiting.  Don't get me wrong, waiting has never been easy, but it's where we've been, how we associated with the adoption.  One big wait, with a few fast-paced moments thrown in to keep things interesting.

And now, we're no longer waiting.  Yes, there are still five and a half days (Ohmigoodness, LESS THAN A WEEK!) until I travel, but the wait is over.  It's done.  We've passed court, I know when I'm leaving, the tickets are booked.

Which has reduced me to an emotionally overloaded puddle.  I'm coming to the time I've dreamed about for the past year, getting to leave the orphanages with my kids... MY kids!  And now, it's not a dream, it's real.  And my mind is having a hard time wrapping around all this.

Last Sunday, at our lunch and dessert auction, my dear, dear friend, Tonya, put together a slideshow of pictures from our first trip.  I have looked at these pictures again and again, but seeing them on Sunday, scrolling through, surrounded by our friends, surrounded by people who have prayed for us, prayed for our kids, and are living out 2 Corinthians 8, giving out of their abundance to supply our need, caused an overflow of emotion.

Now, with everything, I'm just a weepy mess.  Unless I'm busy.  When I'm busy, I don't have time to watch the clock, and I soon realize another day has passed, and I am one day closer to having the kids with me.  When I'm not busy, well... the puddle in me comes out.

So, whether it's been taking Elijah to three different appointments for a swallowed marble (and almost endoscopy/removal), or taking my Girl Scout Daisies to the Children's Museum, or painting two beds, I've been busy.  And busy is good.  Almost there!

A BIG Update!!!

I meant to come back sooner and share about our court date, but things have been busy!

Our attorney went to court for us on Friday, March 1, and on Monday, March 4, we heard that all went well, and we were now parents of FIVE!

We were told that, as long as the court decree was signed on time (there is a 7-day appeal period), we'd travel on March 23 and pick up the kids!  And finally, on Tuesday, March 12, I was able to share the good news... and PICTURES!  We've waited 14 months to share pictures, to respect our agencies' wishes, and now, the kids are ours and we're free to share them!

Also, in huge news, we hosted a "thank you" lunch at church, in appreciation for everyone who prayed for us and gave to us, either monetarily or with items to sell/auction to raise money.  After the lunch, we had a dessert auction, and raised the rest of the money we needed to travel!  We raised $1,081 after all was said and done!

So now, I'm leaving in EIGHT DAYS, and I'll have both kids back in my arms in just TEN DAYS!!!  I miss them, and I can't even look at their pictures without getting weepy.  It's been five months since we left, and it feels like an eternity!

So, here they are, our sweet kids!  Who are orphans no more, and instead are a loved daughter and son, sister and brother!

And soon, they'll be home forever!  I'm leaving in...

Eeek!!!  So, back to packing, cleaning, painting furniture, rearranging bedrooms (again), and maybe sleeping somewhere in between!