Sunday, April 28, 2013

Moriah Mei

There as been so much focus around our house on Joshua and Isaac that I wanted to stop for a second and think about one of our other kiddos.

Moriah's name means "seen by YAHWEH" and comes from Genesis 22, where Abraham is asked to sacrifice his son Isaac in the mountains of Moriah. When God provides the ram, Abraham names the place, "The Lord will provide."

Before Moriah was any more than an idea in our minds, the Lord gave us this name for her. Now she has been home for four and a half years and we continue to be amazed at this little one that the Lord has  given to us and how He continues to provide for her and for us.

I am sometimes asked about Moriah's special needs. The reality is that there is quite a long list. But if you interact with her for any length of time, you are likely to forget that she has any issues at all. She is bubbly, funny, affectionate, bossy (especially with Isaac), creative and tender hearted. She loves to think about God and focuses on the truth that He is always with us and will never leave us.

Double Trouble!


I'll never forget the day we saw her picture and information for the first time. Her name, Zheng Mei, seemed so small and her little eyes pierced our hearts. When we received her file, it indicated that she had a small thumb, hole in her heart and cerebral atrophy. We didn't know what that last one meant, but moved forward truly believing that this was the little girl we had waited for.

Such a sweet little face!


The day she came to us in China, I had Andy come in the bathroom where I was giving her a bath and take a look at her back. There was a big bump on her spine that just didn't look right to me. After a long string of medical tests and appointments after we got home we discovered that she has VATER association (also known as VACTRL). The acronym refers to the different parts of the body that can be affected. In her case, her spine (kypho-scoliosis), her little thumb and her heart (which has pretty much healed on its own.) Another revelation to us was that the "brain atrophy"which we had kind of dismissed was in fact probably the result of being shaken. Another year and a half would go by before we would discover that Moriah is completely deaf in her right ear. Quite a long list of issues for a little girl.

Some of our first moments....I look happy, Moriah's not sure what just happened.


This is the "don't take my picture" face.


Moriah has spent a great deal of time in PT, OT and speech. She had surgery to implant a BAHA device to help her hear. She may still need spine surgery, though we are still in a wait and see mode. Her learning is not as fast as some kids, but she is spunky and determined and she doesn't give up easily. Her gross motor development has been slow, but she can now run and can almost skip. I have come to expect that her pace may be slower than others, but she will move forward in her own time. Her teacher told me recently that she hears Moriah trying to keep some of the boys in her class on track by whispering to them what they should or should not be doing. She has become passionate about art, to the point that two of my end tables are now decorated with her original artwork scratched into the surface. (Perhaps scratching your name into the surface isn't the best way to escape detection...just a thought.)

This is "Ok, you can take my picture, but I'll do a cheesy smile" face.







Happy smile after a trip to that magical place.



My two daughters in a Hutong in Beijing
Moriah and Kimberly share a special bond as the only girls in this bunch of boys. They have such a sweet friendship despite the ten years difference in their ages.


God saw this precious little girl, left by her parents on the steps of a hospital in Zhengzhou, China for reasons we'll never know. From there to the orphanage, to a Chinese family for foster care, back to the orphanage, to Swallow's Nest (an American-run foster home) and finally to us. (All in 19 months!) Such a small and insignificant person in the scheme of the world, but seen by God. Loved by God. Provided for by God. Given to us as a precious treasure.


Gotcha Day #4!








Sunday, April 21, 2013

Love Comes Softly


Remember that book? I think I was in eighth grade or so when I first read it. We have since enjoyed the movie and the subsequent ones. Lives were thrown together out of necessity and there was much grieving and pain on all sides. But slowly, slowly hearts began to open and love grew. In some ways the main characters (Marty and Clark, wasn't it?)  gained a richer love for each other because of the grief that brought them together.

I feel like this is a good picture of our lives with the boys. Our love for each other has grown slowly, almost imperceptibly at times. We have to consciously look back at how it was at first to remember how far we have come.

We are also aware of how far we still have to go.

Yesterday, Josh seemed fine when I picked him up from school, but by the time I sat down with him to help with homework he was hiding his head and crying. It took me several minutes to get him to make eye contact with me so that I could try to figure what was wrong. Turns out, he was devastated because a few days ago, I told him that I would get him some gum next time I went to the grocery store. I went to the store yesterday while he was at school but completely forgot about the gum. I know it was not about the gum. It was more of a question of "do you love me?" and "can I trust you?" It brought into focus again how fragile he is. It provided a good opportunity to talk about how much I love him and yet how even when I try my hardest, I will fail him at times. I reminded him that God will never forget a single promise he has ever made. We joke about my "old brain" and how it is easy for me to forget things, but that doesn't mean I don't think about him and love him. Today I had to take him out of school early for a doctor appointment so we stopped at Walgreens and he picked out some gum. I apologized to him again for forgetting the gum and reminded him that God is thinking about him all the time and will never fail him.


This is just a small example of the sort of thing that happens often around here. 

Isaac's recent challenge has centered around asking for what he needs. Kids who grow up in institutional settings often lose their voice. As babies, they cry for food or clean diapers or the reassuring touch of an adult. When no one comes, they eventually stop asking. Isaac will say (in a very small and timid voice), "I sure am thirsty." or "I wish I could have some milk." So we are working hard to teach him to use his words to ask directly for what he needs. "May I please have a drink?" It's a weird thing because he knows the words to use, but it takes confidence to express them in a polite but direct request. It comes down to trusting that we will meet his needs. 






Two cheesy smiles!



In addition to learning to love us, these two are learning how to be siblings to each other. It's not always easy, but we see the Lord at work as He grows love for one another in their hearts.

Forever Family....



We are daily reminded of our need for the grace of the Savior. How could we meet the challenges of even one day without Him? We have confidence that love will continue it's soft journey into our hearts because the Author of this story is love and He does all things well.




Friday, August 10, 2012

Living Tall





We have watched Joshua gain a lot of mobility lately. He is moving around the house with much more speed and agility. But we are noticing something. He still walks just like he used to. He is bent to the side and pitched to the front. He holds his head to the side. At first I wondered if something was going wrong. Maybe the rods and pins have slipped and his spine is curving again? We notice if we tell him to straighten up, he can. And if we remind him to hold his back straight he will...at least for a minute. Finally, I called the doctor and asked about it. They said that this is a very common problem. We just need to remind him to stand up straight and we will get started with some PT as well. His muscles must be retrained to accommodate his new position.

It made me think...how often do I "walk crooked" in my Christian life? How easy it is to forget the price that was paid for me to be healed? Christ's precious blood was shed that my heart might be whole. Yet, I forget my Redeemer and walk in the crooked way of selfishness, worry, and complaining. I slip into old patterns of behavior. Maybe those sinful attitudes feel more comfortable and familiar. Just like Joshua has to be reminded often (many times a day!) to stand straight and tall, to put his head straight, I also have to be reminded. I am a new creature in Christ.  Josh's muscles have to be retrained, and I must retrain my heart and mind to think on what is true, noble and right. It is time to make a greater effort to spend time in the Word and prayer. There I know I will find the encouragement I need to live in newness of life.

And with the Lord's help Josh and I will work together to be who we really are.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

The BIG Surgery

When we met Joshua in China, we talked with him (through a translator) about his back. We told him that he would have surgery that would make him straight and tall. I still remember his big smile. So this day had been long planned and anticipated.

We have had multiple meetings with the surgeon, so many x-rays, an MRI and CT, but finally the day had come for Joshua's BIG surgery.

We went to Denver on July 11th in the evening. My sister came and stayed with the other kids. Josh cried as we pulled away from the house and it was all I could do not to join him! We assured him that we would soon be home again and that all the other kids would be there waiting for him. Andy told him that this would be hard, but not as hard as some things that he has already been through. "You were all alone when you had to live at the orphanage, but now you have a Mom and Dad and we are going to stay with you all the time! We are all going to come back home together!" Makes me cry now just to remember Andy saying that to him as he put him in the car. He quickly calmed down and we tried to chat about the scenery and whatever else we could think of to keep the mood light.

We spent the night at the Ronald McDonald House, a wonderful place.  We arrived at the hospital bright and early on the morning of the 12th.  We were the first ones there. Joshua went into surgery about 8:00 and then began the longest day of our lives. My parents brought Kimberly and my niece, Sophia up to visit for awhile. Our pastor and assistant pastor also came and sat with us for a little while. I knew that people all around the world were praying for our boy. What a comfort that was. The nurse came out every two hours and assured us that things were going well, just slowly. Very slowly. She was awesome and we discovered that she was a nursing school classmate with my niece, Gentry. She always asked us how we were doing and encouraged us to eat and drink. She was such a comfort to us.

Dinner time came and went. All of the other families who were waiting were moved either to the patient rooms or sent home. The cleaning staff came and went. It was just us and security guards who  would walk by from time to time. Finally, at about 11:00 p.m. the doctor came out. He looked like he had been working out! He was sweaty and looked so very tired. But he was elated. He said that Joshua's spine was quite rigid and gave them quite a challenge. He was able to correct his spine from a 138 degrees to just 38. Truly incredible. There was someone monitoring his neurological responses throughout the entire surgery (we were able to meet her later and thank her). At that point, it was clear that his little body had handled all that it could, so they wrapped things up.

Josh went straight to the ICU where the sight of the blood and all of the hustle and bustle around him on top of the exhaustion was almost more than I could bear. I left fairly quickly to sleep at the Ronald McDonald house while Andy bravely stayed through the sleepless night. People were there constantly monitoring our precious boy. He looked pretty rough with his breathing tube still in, and tubes and wires everywhere.

poor baby! Hardly looks like himself under all of that.
In all, we spent eleven days in the hospital. (I think it was six nights in the PICU and five on the pediatric floor...honestly it's a little fuzzy now.) Many people who had been part of the surgery stopped by to say hello. He had made quite an impression on them all. Each day he made progress until he was disconnected from everything and sent home. He was still pretty fragile and made me nervous, but we were so glad to get home.

working with the physical therapist to sit on the edge of the bed. Oh the pain!
Standing up! With Dr. Bess and Audra Braun, his P.A.
This is John, a surgical nurse who refused to leave when his shift was over. He insisted on staying in the OR until Josh was all done. He visited with Joshua twice more while he was there and gave him a hat to match his (except with lizard on it!). 

We have been home two and a half weeks now and he is doing so well. He tires easily, but he is getting stronger each day. He looks amazing.

It is hard for him to remember to stand straight. It is as if his body has been crooked for so long, that it still wants to go that way, even though his spine is straight. He tends to cock his head to the side as well which is how it was before. We keep reminding him, "you're straight and tall now!" And then he will straighten up. He has been very brave and kept up a cheerful attitude most of the time. I think the recovery is wearing on him now as he would like to be able to do more.

Thank you so much to all who prayed for us, cared for our kids, brought us meals and encouraged us in so many ways. I especially remember one night when he was really uncomfortable in the hospital and I sent out a quick "please pray" message on Facebook. Immediately, many people responded that they were praying for him. I was so encouraged.

This little boy has a story to tell and we look forward to seeing all of the ways the Lord will use him. We were so impressed with all of the staff at Presbyterian St. Luke's and especially Dr. Bess and his staff. Glory to God for his great mercy and grace in our lives!



definitely making progress here. Look how comfy he looks just sitting there.




Here are before and after x rays from the front. See the tiny space that was left for his lung before the surgery? No wonder he got winded so easily. There was great concern that he would get pneumonia afterwards, but the respiratory therapists and doctors worked so hard with him and we avoided it. 

And from the side. 

Home at last. Is that how the walker is supposed to be used?

Noodles at home. Yes!


When You Walk Through the Fire...




The smoke as it rose over our house in the hours before we evacuated.


...you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior. Isaiah 43:2

Even though a month has gone by since the events of that day, I am still processing through some of the feelings and experiences of it all. Underneath the fear and sorrow, I am struck again by how faithful God was to us. His presence gave us peace. He graciously provided for our every need. And He continues to use the whole experience to remind us what really matters and how carefully He holds our lives in His hands.

We first saw the Waldo Canon Fire when the kids and I were out shopping on Saturday. By late afternoon, some mandatory evacuation orders had been made. Andy's parent's home is in the upper portion of Mountain Shadows. It was not yet under mandatory evacuation, but the streets nearby were. Since his mom had recently had surgery and was still on oxygen, we felt like it would be best to get them packed up and moved while there was plenty of time. We ended up going with them to my parent's house where we spent the night.

On Sunday things seemed about the same, and they chose to go home. We also returned to our home which is a just a couple of miles east of theirs (and thus farther from the fire.) We spent a couple of nervous days watching the news and talking with them about what they should do.

Tuesday morning Andy went to work and I ran an errand (leaving some of my kids home!) When I got home, I spoke with Andy's parents and expressed my concern that things looked worse. Just after four o'clock the fire came over the ridge near their house. The evacuation order became urgent for them and mandatory for us. I didn't have time to get up there to help them and busied myself getting our essentials together and getting the kids out the door. I was frantic. I was praying aloud and trying to think clearly. I went up in our study which is the highest room in our house and glanced out the window. I could clearly see the fire racing down the foothills towards my mother and father in law's neighborhood.  We got in the car and drove to my parent's house. Sometime along the way we spoke with Andy and he was able to reach his parents. They had gotten into their car and headed down the hill with fire literally on their heels. They headed north to the home of some friends. When Andy arrived at my parent's house, we decided the air quality there was poor enough that we should go further out. We ended up at my sister's house in Peyton. It was just a blessing to be there. It was far enough away that it gave all of us a feeling of safety and we couldn't have had a more comfortable place to stay. My niece and her family were also there, so it was a houseful. They were so gracious and we felt the peace of the Lord as our extended family ministered to us.

We assumed Andy's parent's  house was gone and wondered about ours through the night. But on Wednesday morning we got word that both their house and ours were spared. They were not able to return for several weeks, and what a sight awaited them! Many of their neighbors lost their homes. The beautiful ravine across the street from their home is completely black. Yet their house didn't even smell smoky. God was so gracious to them and we are so thankful. His mom continues to struggle with her health, so we are so glad they didn't have to add the stress of rebuilding. Our house was fine as well. Just a fine layer of soot on everything.

God really protected the kid's hearts through it all. I was amazed at how well they all handled it. I realized that Joshua was most concerned that we would have enough to eat. I went to the store and stocked us up on some of his favorites and that really helped him to feel safe. Isaac and Moriah seemed comforted to know that we were all together and that we would take care of them whether we were at home or somewhere else. Each of them had a lot of trauma in their early lives, so I was amazed at how calm they remained. God was so gracious. It helped that my sister's house is out in the country and there are lots of fun things to do and places to explore. The older kids talked a lot about what they would miss if we lost everything, but continued to rest in the Lord's sovereignty and to be thankful that we were all together. They were a real example to me!

It is hard to see our familiar places so changed. The blackened mountain is never far from view and reminds us daily of all that happened. It reminds us of our dependency on God for our safety and our very breath. Cleanup and rebuilding have already begun up there. Our prayers continue for those who lost so much.

We were so thankful to get back into our house and get re-settled because we knew in just two weeks we would face yet another big event for our family.


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Tonsils, and BAHA and tethered cord, oh my!

What an incredible summer this has been. We are finally beginning to come up for air, catch up on sleep and resume some of our normal activities (including blogging!)

We began with Isaac's tonsillectomy in May. He did fine. Surprisingly they didn't find large adenoids, or really any adenoids at all. He is a unique boy in so many ways! He also had MRI's from the top of his head to the bottom of his spine under anesthesia. The neurosurgeon was checking his tethered cord repair and just checking for other possible causes for his muscle weakness. She felt that everything looked fine and sent us on to the neurologist. We saw her, but are waiting for some blood work which may give us some more clues. Thursday, Isaac will have the honor of having the last planned surgery for our family for the foreseeable future. It will be an outpatient procedure of a *ahem* private nature. But should correct some things that need a bit of work. (Poor guy.)


Next was Moriah's BAHA implant. We hope that she will get to have the processor by Christmas so she can experience bi-lateral hearing. She was a super star and hardly shed a tear through the whole ordeal.  Now she can defend herself if her brothers are picking on her by pushing her titanium "button" into their arm. It's a little unnerving to see such a thing poking out from behind her ear, but it will be well worth it in the end!
Getting ready!
Moriah had to wear this bonnet for several days with a dressing over her new "button." We thought she sported it well!

On June 12th, Josh had a tethered cord release surgery. He had to lay flat on his back for twenty four hours and then he was allowed to move around. He spent two nights in the hospital. His biggest complaint was that they didn't feed him enough. Jello just didn't do it for him! It was a good experience, for which I was very thankful. We knew we would be back in the same hospital with many of the same nurses for a much bigger surgery in just a month.
Josh and his faithful friend. This was the day we went home.



Through each of these experiences, we have known God's grace and care. Sometimes it has been through Scripture and the comfort of the Holy Spirit. And sometimes through the practical help and encouragement of his people. We couldn't have done it without our parents and church family! They  cared for our other kids and provided meals and most of all prayed unceasingly for us.

Just when we thought things were going to settle down for a little while...something big happened. More on that in my next post.


Friday, May 25, 2012

Ordinary Miracles

S'mores were a big hit! We just used the gas grill to heat the marshmallows. 
Joshua ate about six!



We made new friends at the zoo!
I love the views from the zoo. You can see the whole city below.


Caleb was amazed when this birdie landed right on his shoulder.

And then, Josiah found a friend of his own!


Being a family of eight has been nothing short of miraculous. Most of the miracles have occurred in the routine of daily life. They would be easy to miss if we weren't looking. But we are looking...trying to be aware of how the Lord is at work in our lives and the lives of these little ones. And we are amazed. Before the boys came home, one of our very specific prayers was that they would be prepared to have a family. God answered that prayer and worked in their hearts so that they were ready to love us. From the first day, they have been able to show affection and want hugs from us. There is still work to be done in this area, of course. Attachment is a long process. But we are so thankful for the progress we've made.

We prayed that they would be able to transition from their life in China to life here. We asked God to give them comfort. They have grieved at times, but for the most part, they seem genuinely happy and glad to be here. Each new day is an adventure for them. I am trying to give them as many sensory rich experiences as possible. Bubbles, the park, the zoo, the rice tub, painting, play dough, water in the sink, window markers, drawing, sandpaper letters, blocks, shaving cream...we do it all. (And some TV, too, when a quiet break is needed).

We continue to pray for their understanding of the Gospel. It is cute to hear them pray. Joshua has memorized The Lord's Prayer and he likes to say it with us when we pray it together at church. It blesses our hearts to hear him even though the meaning of many of the words are still out of his reach. The boys are good about reminding us to pray before bed and before meals.

There are certainly hard days. Times when the road ahead seems long and it is all I can do to focus on the day ahead. My brain gets tired of trying to decipher their Chinglish and I can only imagine how difficult it still is for them to understand all of the particulars not only of our language, but of our culture. There are mornings when I dread the arrival of all of the little feet coming from their bedrooms  ready to start the day (with lots of needs and demands from the moment their feet hit the floor). But there are also the smiles, hugs, giggles, and the joy of belonging. Of being safe and well fed, loved and disciplined...of being HOME and part of a family.

We are so thankful for the love and support of our families and our church family. They have embraced the boys (despite their quirks) with love and acceptance. This extended family has already enriched the boy's lives so much.

Ordinary miracles every day.