So I never blog anymore. Mostly because I’m living more adventures than I have time to write out.
The last two weeks have been nutso. But even though I started this blog to write out my hard times and get perspective, I’m writing today with great news!
Raymond has a family! A family! A family! Raymond has a family! Tra la la la la!
Raymond is this guy, an orphan on Reece’s Rainbow, and I’ve been advocating for him for about three years. He was the focus of Bring Hope, a blog I co-author. He was the focus of Grafted Branch, a .org my husband and I run. He’s been the focus of many blogs of mine. He has also had a spot on the sidebar of this blog for many years. He’s there now.
One of my friends wrote to tell me that she and her husband were interested in adopting Raymond out of that orphanage he’s in, but a lot of logistics were in the way. I thought they would be the perfect family for him, but I’ve had people interested in my other kids I advocate for and the majority of the time it doesn’t work out for various reasons. But they worked out their logistics and committed to Raymond! (Stacy you are the best mom ever! So excited for you!)
And that has nothing to do with me, but it changed the direction I was heading in. I had stopped praying several months back. I’d send up an occasional weak prayer, but it was empty. So hard to pray when you know that little boy is wasting away month after month with no end in sight and we can’t adopt him right now. I had felt this complete disconnect. And Raymond’s circumstances had a lot to do with that. The morning I received the news from several friends (who get up before I do) that Raymond had a family was the first day I was able to pray again. I was praying and crying as I emailed Stacy to ask if it was her (it was). I just gushed out my thankfulness to God for this one little life soon to be saved.
Life has been hard the last weeks for our family. Unusually so.
Laelia had her 8 plate removal surgery on February 12th. This was suppose to be a). an easy surgery and b). her last big surgery for a while. Neither would end up being true. The whole family flew to Philly since Roland also had his appointment. (He’s looking at 8 plate and external fixator surgery about a year and a half from now.) During Laelia’s surgery while we were playing with Roland on the 6th floor I got a call that they couldn’t bend Laelia’s legs once the plates were removed. That wasn’t good. So they wanted permission to put a pain block in and do a more aggressive surgery. I ran to the 3rd floor to sign the paperwork. They did several releases in her thighs to get those knees bent. It wasn’t that successful and it made recovery a bit harder. When she woke up she had troubles breathing which is rare for her. I spent the whole day bent over her until my back was sore. That night my huband stayed the night and I took Roland back to the Ronald McDonald House where we finally (after being turned away to a hotel initially) got to stay.
Then a blizzard hit.
Public transportation was down, roads were closed… It was one of the most stressful things I’ve ever gone through–being five minutes down the road from my post-op baby and no way to physically get to her. Finally, after taking great pity on me, the staff at RMDH got James, their shuttle driver, to make a trip once it was safe. It turned out a family at the hospital were desperate to get back and I was desperate to get there so he’d make that one trip. Then we’d be stuck at the hospital indefinitely. Well long story short, the family desperate to get back was my family, Charles and Laelia. The hospital worked out an early discharge and they were on their way. (If they hadn’t figured out we were the same family it would have been terrible to have swapped positions but still be separated!) Laelia was sore and cold but once she was back in my arms she was going to be okay. Another storm was coming, but we could beat it and fly out before it hit. So that was the plan but the night before our flight home she threw up all that night. Then she threw up 12 times on our planes home. We thought it was from the anesthesia, but it turned out to be a virus that had broken out in the hospital. So after two days with no sleep and a cross-country experience I’ll never forget we got a ride home (thanks Debra!) and then got in our car and drove straight to the ER. Laelia threw up violently in the ER parking garage. But they put her on some meds and that was the last time she got that sick.
Until my husband started throwing up.
And then I got a really bad cold and I couldn’t breath, but throwing up trumps a bad cold so I was still the single parent and taking care of my husband. But my cold was awful and the sinus headaches kept me from sleeping. When Laelia was done throwing up she had lots of complains about potty time. Turns out she had a bladder infection, which involved another doctor and another medication in the middle of everything. So she’s been sleeping with a towel under her at night because the bladder infection makes her feel like she has to go all the time.
So I was putting that darn towel under my daughter and stupid me decided to just pick her up and move her onto it… while bent over her… while twisted a funny way. I blame the complete lack of sleep for my idiotic move there. She weighs like 50 pounds of dead weight by the way. Yeah I completely threw out my back… which not only kept me up all night in pain, but required two out-of-pocket trips to the chiropractor and put me out of commission for things like dishes, doing the kids’ stretches, walking, bending over, etc. That put a lot of strain on my husband for several days. And just when my back felt better I got another different cold, this one with mucus. Seriously.
So that’s where we’ve been. In Stressville. So why am I smiling like a crazy person and jumping (awkwardly because of my back) for joy? Because Raymond has a family coming for him. I have a major headache while my son is shaking a bottle of Tylenol right by my head like a maraca. And Raymond has a family. I’m coughing so hard I accidentally peed. But Raymond has a family. I leaned over to grab a toy off the ground and was not able to stand up again. Well, Raymond has a family. I haven’t slept in weeks. But Raymond will soon have a safe place to sleep under the roof of his family. My hair looks like this.
But Raymond has a family.
Flying to Philly
Laelia and Roland at the RMDH
Roland’s friend Luke at RMDH (whom Roland calls “Mylukey”)
The Please Touch museum in Philly
Motorcycle at the museum
Bakery at museum
Hospital at museum where Laelia had the most correct medical knowledge and vocab of any of the kids there.
Waking up after not much sleep (it was 3am our time) for Laelia’s early morning surgery.
Waiting for surgery
Roland waiting for surgery… in the toy room
Going into surgery
Laelia waking up from surgery looking like she has princess hair. My daughter is magic.
Snow plows excited my son like nothing else.
Back at the RMDH after surgery
Mean mommy made Laelia do the required homework.
The next day was Valentine’s Day. These are the cards I got:
Yeah, Roland wrote his to the bus. :-/
While we were snowed in Roland and I took down the snow decorations and put up Valentine’s day ones.
We hated snow at this point. Trash it, Son!
Laelia standing that night without braces! (Later that night she started to throw up.)
Flying home while sick was hell.
Laelia at the ER here in San Diego. She’s still wearing her flight wings.