On Adoption

For a few years now, I’ve really had a heart for adoption. I knew I wanted to have a biological child, and now that I have, I really want to experience pregnancy and giving birth again, if possible. But when I picture our complete family, there’s a little girl from China in that picture.

When Ryan and I were struggling to conceive, we actually went to a Chinese adoption seminar. We learned a lot about the process and the loooonnngg wait to adopt a healthy infant (which by now is I’m sure even longer). The family giving the seminar was there with their three adorable Chinese girls, who played under the table in the library conference room and sweetly gave us hugs at the end of the meeting. The parents really encouraged us to look into the Waiting Child program for adopting special needs kids. At the time, I thought I could do that. I could parent a child with special needs.

Well, apparently I can do it. I am doing it. Grayson has special needs, and while sometimes stressful and overwhelming, I think I am handling this well. I am actually surprised at how strong I am. I’m not trying to be conceited, and I hope that’s not how that comes across. I just know I am Grayson’s mommy, but he’s truly God’s child, and God trusts me with his life.

So lately I’ve been thinking about adoption again. Adding another child to our family is most likely further in the future than our original plan, because Grayson needs our complete focus, energy and financial resources right now. But someday, I know we will be ready for #2. Whether he or she will be biological or adopted, I don’t know. If you ask me my “plan” I would tell you #2 biological and #3 adopted. But we all know how plans work out…

The questions I ask myself: Could we parent and afford 2 special needs kids? If we adopted a child with a similar disability as Grayson, would that be positive for him? If our second child has no issues, would having 2 siblings that do be fair to him or her? Could we even afford to adopt at all?

I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, and thankfully, I don’t need to even think about them seriously right now, tomorrow, or next week. It’s something so far in the future that may or may not even fit into our life in that future. But I do see that little girl in that picture.

Adoption is a wonderful, amazing thing. There are millions of children all over the world that need loving homes. Unfortunately adoption is EXPENSIVE- crazy expensive. There’s a great blog I read and the author and her husband are adopting a baby who is due next month. They have been working like crazy to try and raise the funds to adopt this child. This weekend, they are holding their second online auction to raise the rest of the money they need. Check it out: there’s some really great stuff for sale!

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(Sort of) Wordless Wednesday: Ha ha!

I finally got G’s laugh on camera. Ignore my goofy voice (yes, I know all moms say that when they post videos). No, he doesn’t do anything without his hands in his mouth!

Ok, so I had to add this one because it’s just funny and shows my bad dog in action…please don’t call CPS on me!

Why I’m Blogging at 6 in the Morning

I should have known it wouldn’t last. Like they say, once you think you’ve got a baby figured out and you think you’re past something, reality smacks you in the head…hard.

If the past three nights are enough proof, Grayson is no longer sleeping through the night.

Last night: put down at 6:45. Screaming at 11:30, bottle and back to sleep. Screaming at 3:30, changed a 20 pound wet diaper, bottle and he’s UP, smiling, laughing- ready to start the day. Seriously?

If I wasn’t so tired, I might scream. Aaaaaa!

Now, in his defense, I’m pretty sure he’s teething. Saturday, he started becoming more obsessed with his hands that usual (is that even possible?) and makes this panicky sound while he’s frantically gnawing on them. He’s also become pretty irritable. He’s obviously in pain, and I feel awful. Thank God for Baby Tylenol.

Speaking of God, he got kicked out of the church nursery yesterday. My little juvenile deliquent. Ok, so maybe kicked out isn’t exactly accurate, but whatever. Ryan and I are in service, and a girl from my Bible study taps me on the shoulder.

“Isn’t your last name Baker?”

“Yes”

Points to the (giant) screen: “They need you in the nursery.”

There’s my son’s name, on the giant screen. I didn’t even notice it. Mom of the Year, right here.

So I go to the nursery wing, and the nursery teacher is in the hall with Little Dude, his face wet with tears. Apparently, he woke up from his nap and started screaming and they couldn’t calm him down, not even with a bottle. The teacher was very apologetic for calling me out of service, and was so sweet about the whole thing. And Grayson was fine- he just needed his momma. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.

So this teething thing is going to last awhile? Eek. And the sleeping thing, sigh. I was quite enjoying not getting up every few hours to drag my lead body in the kitchen to make a bottle. And staying in bed until gasp 6:00. I know, the gluttony.

So now it’s 6:12 AM and Grayson’s taking his morning nap.

At least we’re clear who’s running the show around here.

It’s Time

It’s almost been 6 months since I’ve been pregnant, and I haven’t exactly been too motivated to get myself back into shape. I definitely haven’t been laying around eating junk, but I also haven’t made a point to excersise regularly and make conscious good food choices. Honestly, I was SO hungry my whole pregnancy that I kind of got used to eating whatever I wanted.

So I’ve decided it’s time to do something for me. I want to feel good about myself again, which I know will have a positive impact on how I relate to my family. I’ve also been thinking about Grayson, and how we need to set a good example for him by the foods we choose to eat. We plan on starting solids in a few weeks, and of course are going to feed him the freshest, healthiest organic foods we can, so why should we not eat the same way?
I’m going to start with things that are easy- giving up my morning bagel for fruit and oatmeal, eating salads for lunch instead of a grilled cheese sandwich or leftover pasta, and making simple, healthy dinners. I also really want to excersise a little each day- I’ve been taking Grayson for long walks every afternoon, which we both enjoy. One of these days I might even get back to running- we’ll see.

We went to SmashBurger for lunch today with friends- I am considering it my last “bad” meal- at least for a while. Oh why does bad food have to taste SO good?!


I will miss you cheeseburger and fries



Patience

Ever since we found out Grayson has developmental and vision issues, I have really tried to have a positive attitude about the situation. Yes, I have my moments of sadness and feeling overwhelmed, but for the most part I have stayed busy working on skills we learn in therapy and focusing on Grayson’s successes.

One thing I have really tried not to do is worry about how Grayson compares with babies his own age or even a little younger. Really, I shouldn’t compare him anyway, issues or not, but let’s be honest- all moms do it.

I found myself comparing Grayson to other babies yesterday morning. We take a mommy and baby music class on Fridays and one of my best friends and her baby are also in the class. They couldn’t make it yesterday, which was fine, but I did a lot more observing and a lot less chatting than usual. There is one baby boy in the class who is one day older than Grayson. He’s sitting on his own already. Grayson is not, and our OT thinks he will probably be a few months behind on that skill. Also, at the end of the class, the teacher always blows bubbles, which make the babies so excited. This is the only part that makes me sad, because Grayson can’t see the bubbles, so he doesn’t get excited.

So I’m not perfect. I have my moments where I wish G was meeting milestones “on time”. I wish he was picking up toys and holding his head up better. But he’s not, and that’s ok. He’ll get there.

We did get some good news this week. Grayson’s blood tests came back normal, so he doesn’t have to see an endocrinologist at this time. I am thankful for this, but at the same time I feel stuck- where do we go from here, medically? Do we try and find another opthamologist to get another opinion? Do we continue therapy and wait until he’s ten months old to follow up like our opthamologist recommended? I just don’t want to miss anything, especially where my kid’s brain is concerned.

Lot’s and lots of questions, and unknowns. But maybe this is how it’s supposed to be. Maybe God is teaching me patience, which as my family especially knows, I don’t have a whole lot of most of the time. G isn’t going to do things 100 mph, like I am used to living my life. Maybe there isn’t a medical answer right now.

This is a picture I took this morning- we are working on Grayson’s head control by having him sit in a little booster seat stuffed with blankets around him. We are also trying to get him to touch/grab toys on the tray. Right now, he hasn’t figured out that his hands can do things for him other than go in his mouth. The cutest thing about this picture is Hank in the background- just watching his brother work. I just love my two baby boys 🙂

What a Lucky Kid

Most kids have to beg their parents for a dog- Grayson has FOUR! Of course, he doesn’t care about them, and actually has yet to really acknowledge their existence- but he will. I’ve been trying for weeks to get a good picture of G-man and his Hank-man, but so far Hank wants nothing to do with posing for a cute baby/bloodhound picture.

This morning, Grayson and I went to work at Waggin’ Tails for a few hours, and we took some pictures with Wyatt, the lovable lab that is affectionately known as the Sheriff of WT. Wyatt is sweet, gentle, and LOVES kids. He even has his own blog (yours truly is his ghost writer).

So, not only does G have four dogs of his own, he gets to hang out with lots and lots of doggies (and humans who just love him) when we go to work. Lucky kid!

Blah Monday

I am having a blah day.

I feel like crap- sick to my stomach. Reminds me of being pregnant (No, I am definitely NOT pregnant) but without the there’sababygrowinginsidemesothisistotallyworthit feeling. Now it’s a there’sanactualbabyneedingmyundividedattentionalldaylongsoIcan’tlayonthecouchallday feeling. This is a new one- the first time I’ve wanted to call in sick to my job- except there’s no calling in sick when you’re a mom.

I also feel paralyzed by projects I want to do but can’t seem to take the first step in doing them. And I want my house to be cleaner and more organized, but again, I just can’t seem to make it happen.

I am also pissed off at whatever country/dictator is making gas $3.25/gallon. I am not a Stay at Home kind of Stay at Home Mom. Grayson and I like to go, see, and do. But now I feel guilty getting in the car just to get out of the house.

So I’m not having a sunshine and roses kind of day (although it is gorgeous outside today and we did take about a 30 minute walk this morning), but it’s ok. It’s Monday, and Monday doesn’t have a great reputation for being a fantastic day anyway.

Grayson and I were both laying on the floor this morning (my version of a sick day) and I took some silly pictures of him eating his hands. His hands must really taste delicious because he sure goes after them with unbridled enthusiasm!

Here’s to a better day tomorrow!

Thumb or Dummy?

If you are friends with me on Facebook, you might have seen this cute little picture I posted yesterday:
G has sucked his thumb before, off and on, but was definitely not in a committed relationship with the appendage. He did however, have quite the infatuation with his big green pacifier. However, yesterday morning I think some voice in his little head was whispering Hey kid, why would you want a dummy (what they call pacifiers in the UK, which I think is hilarious) when you could have the real thing, the good stuff?
Um, yeah. Mommy, admittedly, thought this was precious- yesterday. All day long, he sucked, sucked, sucked- I even had to pry that thumb out of his mouth to eat! He made the sweetest little slurping noises as he sucked and lulled himself to sleep. Precious- but again, yesterday.
Yesterday passed. G woke this morning (after sleeping through the night for the third night in a row- I just had to add that in!) still suck, suck, sucking away. Precious. By 7 this morning, he was absolutely refusing the dummy (can I call it that forever now?) but wasn’t always defaulting to the thumb when he got upset. Hmm.
We went to visit friends this morning. By the time we got to their house, about 20 minutes from ours, G was in hysterics. I took him in and couldn’t calm him down. He wouldn’t take his dummy and I think he was too upset to remember about his thumb. Finally, I made him a bottle, and that pacified him for a little while. The next few hours, we played, chatted and G actually took the dummy for a few minutes and fell asleep. But by the time we left, the hysterics had started again. Thankfully, once we got in the car, the thumb had made its triumphant return to his mouth and he slurp, slurp, slurped all the way home (by the way, try to type “slurp” 3 times really fast- did you have as much trouble as I did?).
So, what do I think about this new relationship between my son and his thumb? Not sure. I mean, a positive is the thumb is attached, so no more digging under his armpits at stoplights to find the dumb dummy in his carseat could be nice. But then there’s the matter of him quitting in a few years. I doubt it would be very easy for smokers to quit smoking if their cigarettes were actually attached to their fingers. Yeah, I know, totally not the same thing- but you know what I mean.
But I guess it doesn’t matter what I think because G’s going to suck his thumb or not suck his thumb regardless of my opinion. I just wish he’d pick one- the thumb or the dummy- and quit stringing  the other along!

So What Wednesday

So what if…

I still have our Christmas card on the mantle because I think it’s so cute.

I still wake up (well, half wake up) at least once a night with Izzy snuggled against me under the covers and think it’s Grayson, and I freak out a little.

Ryan jokes every time he goes to get the mail that he’s going to get our million dollar check that was mailed to us, and a tiny part of me really believes it could happen.

Ryan and I also have serious conversations about what we would do if we won the lottery.

I am genuinely sad that this is Oprah’s last season.

I am jealous of other bloggers who have hundreds of followers (heck, I’d be thrilled with tens of followers) and get a million comments on all their posts.

I have a lot of things I would like to blog about, but I’m scared of what the reaction would be from some of my readers.

I just discovered (well, took the time to figure out) Google reader this past week. Oh, it’s fabulous!

My goofy Gabby has been licking the leather couch for 10 minutes and I’m too lazy to make her stop.

I share a bathroom with my son instead of my huband. Grayson’s and my bathroom has a much better shower!

I have a zillion brilliant ideas for decorating G’s playroom and have only done one so far (I painted a picture of a dragon).

What are you saying So What to today?

5 Months!

Happy 5 Months sweet boy! We have had a GREAT few weeks- I have seen Grayson change dramatically since my last “month” post. Also, all 3 of our therapists have said that Grayson is a totally different baby than when we started therapy! This is a huge encouragement to me, because sometimes doing his “work” is no fun at all!

This month Grayson has started:

  • Tracking with his eyes- he will follow a rattle or toy as long as I move it very slowly and it makes some sort of noise
  • Rolling over back to tummy- he’s only done this a few times, but he’s proven he can do it! In fact, this is how I found him in his crib one morning last week!
  • “Talking”- we carry on “conversations” all day- he is quite the chatterbox!
  • YELLING- he’s figured out that sometimes a (very loud) AAAAAHHHHH right in Mommy’s ear is more effective than crying
  • Laughing- my favorite
  • Tolerating tummy time- he’s getting better every day. His goal is 2 minutes/4 times a day on his tummy without fussing. Most days we reach that goal.

And his most amazing accomplishment…just last night, on the eve of his 5 month birthday….drumrolll…

HE SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so proud of him, and he woke up in a great mood (and I was in a great mood too, being all well rested)
Holding the bell at music class
In other 5 month news, just because I need to document this stuff: Grayson weighs 12 pounds, 12 ounces and is eating 4-5 ounces/feeding. He is still wearing size 1 diapers and mostly 0-3 month clothes, although I do put him in some 6 month things that are a little big. Last Friday at our Tiny Tots and Tunes music class, I put the little bell in his hand and he actually held onto it and brought it to his mouth! He has never done that before! He hasn’t done it since, but is started to hold onto rings and small objects I put in his hand. He loves his “crinkle” (the shiny mylar paper we use for his vision work) and will grab it and move it to his mouth. He isn’t reaching at toys yet, but his therapist told me yesterday she thinks it won’t be long before he starts doing that!
Grayson is going bald! Look at the difference in his newborn hair and his 5 month hair. I know it will come back, but eek!
I can’t believe my Little Man is almost half a year old! In some ways I’m sad, but it’s so exciting to see him growing, changing and let’s face it- just becoming more and more adorable!