Happy birthday Roland!

My son’s first birthday is today! He turned two. (Confusing? Well that’s adoption for you.) He’s been our son for eight weeks now and boy is he thriving! For one thing he can talk now! He says “hello” to everyone we meet! Plus he can say Mama which I LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (He sometimes even refers to me as Mama. Mostly I’m “Dadoo.”  What the heck does dadoo even mean?!!) (And I swear he has the cutest little accent, but maybe that’s in my head. :)) Click here for a video of him saying all his cool new words! Wow, how far he’s come!

We wanted to do something grand for his first birthday in our family, but ended up downplaying the whole thing a bit. We didn’t want to have a crowd or even a small group in our home since we have to maintain this as a safe place for a few more months. We also didn’t want to let him blow out candles, because knowing my son, introducing him to fire would only lead to burning down our entire block. :) So instead we tried to teach him the happy birthday song and gave him all his favorite baby foods. He also played in the church nursery today, so take that orphanage attachment mess!

It’s days like these where I am floored at the thought of anyone giving up this child.

Raca. Fools!

Yes I know that was an impossibly hard decision and I can’t possibly know what they were going through, but that doesn’t change the fact that their decision was the wrong one. This kid is so amazing that thousands of mommies would line the streets waiting to fight over him. And I’m starting to really believe that better  physical  functioning like the kind an American family can provide with better doctors is not worth the sacrifice of a loving home from birth. (It’s not like he needed a heart surgery, he just has a physical limitation!) Almost two years of neglect can’t be rectified by better orthopedic treatment. He needed his parents. He deserved better.

But now what I’m going to write will seem to negate what I just wrote, because orthopedic stuff (like shoes and sitting in a gait trainer) is just what Roland got as his birthday present and he loved it. But I guess I just wanted to say that the fact that he gets to experience better functioning through modern medicine now in no way makes up for what he went through. Only God can redeem the mess that special needs kids go through over in Eastern Europe. Ugh. Part of me just feels a bit guilty that the trauma of losing his parents the day he was born directly led to me (with my orthopedic connections) getting a most precious son.

So sorry, back to the shoes.

The best gift we gave him (besides a home and family and to a lesser degree, kitties) was shoes. Happy birthday baby! Last Thursday I noticed that after this last set of casts his feet are really starting to be “feet shaped.” So as a lark I tried putting some shoes over them. I used Laelia’s old shoes that happened to be boy shoes. They are nothing special and in fact they are in no way functional as they get in his way. But wow was this boy happy! He just stared at his feet and looked so proud of himself. It hit me that these were the first shoes he had ever been able to wear in his entire life. And he just couldn’t stop staring at them and grinning!

The next day I took it a step further. I dusted off the ol’ KidWalk (a gait trainer with a seat) and gave him the feeling of standing in those shoes. I swear, I could have given him ten birthday cakes and a million dollars and not made him nearly as happy as he was just standing in his big boy shoes. Here’s his first “step” kind of.

Mostly he would try to lift his foot (while not weight bearing at all) and get super excited. I would push the KidWalk a bit forward and he would  squeal  with delight. It was pretty precious. Then I’d push him a little ways and when we’d stop he’d say, “Ta da!” Like, “Look at me, Mom!”

After that hard work he fed himself a snack using his new bendy arms! What a big boy he is!

We also tried reading him some books. *sigh* Roland is really not the sit-and-listen kind of child so he mostly just competes for attention with the book. (Video here.) And sometimes he’s so annoying while I’m trying to read to Laelia (required for school) that he must be chased and caught and head-patted into submission. (Video here.)

Haha, Roland just grabbed a wet wipe off the table and made the “blow nose” noise with his mouth. That never gets old. Have I shared that video? Here it is.

Okay I’m off to play with my kids. Laelia would like to point out that she just had a birthday too so they are both birthday kids. :) I said that was good to know because I was just about to go chase down, catch and tickle mercilessly any birthday kids I found! (She has since run off screaming. Gotta go!)

Happy birthday Roland!

We love you.

6 Responses to “Happy birthday Roland!”

  1. Chelsea Powell says:

    Roland is doing incredible. So exciting to see! Hooray, hooray! I’m so happy and hearing him talk is precious!

  2. Danielle Cervantes Stephens says:

    What a loving and fun post! It was like a dose of joy at the end. God is so good! I pray the joy of your kids outweighs the darkest valleys you had to traverse to get to this point. You are such an inspiration!

  3. Kristin says:

    Happy Birthday Rolly.. I know it was a great one :)

  4. Kayla says:

    Love this!!!! Happy Birthday Roland AND Laelia!!! You two have a pretty special mommy :)

  5. Erica ORNER says:

    How sweet. I share a birthday with Laelia and braylynne shares a birthday with Roland. Small world!! Happy birthday guys. I actually sent you pics from brays birthday! When are you in Philly next?
    Erica

  6. Lori Panganiban says:

    Sooooo cute!!! Loved the post, the update, the videos, you guys are most awesome parents—so blessed to have each other!

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