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Expecting the unexpected

Friday, March 7th, 2014

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Can life get better?!!! Right after we found out that Raymond had a family, we got word that a donor had dropped several thousand dollars into Aubree’s account! Aubree is another one of “my kids” (orphans with AMC who we advocate for). Aubree now has $15,000 in her account!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And since that money went into her grant I’ve had two moms ask me what would be involved in adopting her and that they were praying about it! Of course they are far from committing, but the financial burden being lessened is really opening up doors for Aubree who has about a year left before she’s ineligible for adoption. Whoever you are, thank you thank you thank you for giving to Aubree!

So many people ask us why we aren’t adopting all these kids we advocate for. Let me just say that if I *could* there are FIVE kids with AMC who I would adopt in a heartbeat (not an arbitrary number, three are in China, two in Ukraine). Our experience adopting our son with AMC has been one of the best things that has ever happened to us. I say all the time that I would adopt ten more Rolands. But in reality it would be closer to 20 or 30. ;) They would absolutely trash my house, but it would be worth it. :) But our lives are heading in a different direction. Several months ago we went to a Resource Parent Orientation. A week later we made the decision to apply to become foster parents. Our focus will be on reunification with birth parents (aka we’re not in this specifically to adopt again). And our social worker will be helping us care for children who will be a good match with our own children and their needs and vulnerabilities.

Three days after returning from Laelia’s last surgery we started foster parent training classes. (And if you read the last blog you know that was not a stress-free time for us.) Hubby’s classes are in the evenings after work and my classes are 6.5 hours long on Saturdays. Except for this Saturday because the kids and I are flying up north to see my cousin Nate!

Nate has done two tours in Iraq, been the subject of the HBO documentary “Shell Shock,” and spent the last several years in prison for holding a gun to a cab driver’s head when he was having a PTSD flashback. (The cab driver was Iranian and part of Nate’s job in Iraq was to do this very thing. He thought he was there.) No one was hurt at all, and they found Nate crying and completely confused at what had happened when he realized he was still here in San Diego. But no treatment was offered and the presence of a gun meant automatic prison time so he took a plea deal. He was just released Sunday. He hasn’t seen Laelia since she was a tiny thing. She hardly remembers him but she’ll see him again tomorrow afternoon. We fly out early in the morning. After doing the cross country trip from hell two weeks ago, this trip will be easy, even if I am going alone with the kids.

And after we get home from this trip we wait three more weeks and have our lives upended yet again.

Here’s the story: Two days before Laelia’s surgery we had an appointment with Dr. van Bosse to see the kids. While in the waiting room (with several other AMC families) we discovered that the upper extremities doctor, Dr. Zlotolow (we call him Dr. Z), was leaving for the day and we had forgotten to actually set up an appointment with him. We needed him to look at Roland’s elbows as we had just finished up the second round of serial casting. Thankfully he agreed to see us before he went home. He vasillated between recommending the surgery and recommending waiting. Roland’s arms look pretty good: one is at 75 degrees and the other around 90. Finally Dr. Z made the decision to keep an eye on Roland’s arms and put off any surgeries. We got a prescription for two elbow splints which work really well. I know we’ve gained ROM (range of motion) on his elbows just from stretches and these wonderful splints alone. Will he have that elbow release surgery in the future? Who knows. So far he hasn’t had a single surgery. Lucky duckie.

But we really didn’t expect the doctor to look twice at Laelia’s arms. Blessed with excellent passive ROM from us stretching her since birth she doesn’t qualify for any of the usual AMC-related arm surgeries. She also lacks the muscle for a muscle transfer. So we were very surprised when he showed us plain as the noses on our faces that she needed arm surgery to assist with feeding herself. In every picture I have of her I’m now noticing how much her arms are rotated. If you try to put your own arms into that position you’ll realize how awkward that feels. Here’s one example in a picture.

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Laelia’s hanging arms are twisted inwards with palms out.

What will fix that is derotational osteotomies (cutting the bones and rotating them). The same thing they did to her legs when she was three, only this time with her arms. If successful it will help her with reaching her mouth and holding a ball. If REALLY successful it will help her to clap her hands together. (Right now she claps the back of her hands together.)

So when is this major surgery happening? April 1st. Not an April Fools joke this time. (Although everyone will probably think so based on my track record.) She will not be able to use her arms for six weeks after that. She will not be able to walk since falling (which happens) would have dire consequences on those healing bones. She will not be able to write, play on the iPad, feed herself, etc. For all practical reasons she’ll be a quadriplegic. She’ll need constant care and supervision. And we thought this last trip to Philly would be the last one we would have for a long time. Boy were we wrong. Two more trips in April alone. Big time recovery. More stress.

Another complication recently has been with our insurance company. They are refusing to cover Laelia’s leg braces. So she STILL doesn’t have them, and it looks unlikely that she will get them before the next surgery where she won’t be able to walk. I can’t tell you how awful it is that she went through a leg surgery and now doesn’t have the needed braces! The old ones don’t fit anymore and they are hurting her. The CA doctor (more accurately his nurse) I sent the prescription to messed up big time. The orthotist tried to get them made and our insurance told them they would not be covered.

Long story short our only recourse if we don’t want Laelia’s legs to atrophy after surgery (where they stressed the importance of PT and correct leg braces for recovery) is to have them made by the same people who were so incompetent when Laelia was a baby that we fired them. And it is taking forever!!!

Laelia has huge “balls” on the bottom of her feet so we could not have her braces made in Philly as they require many many adjustments as the giant sores move and the braces are always needing to be repadded. Laelia’s feet are also starting to reclub. Ugggggggggggggh. Reminds me of this thing I saw on Facebook: “When someone asks you ‘What would Jesus do?’ remember, a valid option is to freak out and turn over tables.” Author unknown.

Yeah, I’m about there emotionally.

 

I’m going to end this post on a happy note: random pictures of my cute kids!

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Laelia’s trying on a wig.

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Laelia seeing her first ever movie in a real theater: Frozen

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He always steals my oven mits. :)

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Roland found and destroyed an entire roll of wrapping paper.

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In-N-Out philosopher

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Swing outside Children’s museum

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Roland hiding from the doctor for his appointment

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Tired Roland is tired.

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Don’t let Roland drive the bus!

 

Hard times are rare, but unusually hard

Thursday, February 27th, 2014

 

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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.

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But Raymond has a family. ;)

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Raymond

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Flying to Philly

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Laelia and Roland at the RMDH

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Roland’s friend Luke at RMDH (whom Roland calls “Mylukey”)

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The Please Touch museum in Philly

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Motorcycle at the museum

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Bakery at museum

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Hospital at museum where Laelia had the most correct medical knowledge and vocab of any of the kids there.

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Waking up after not much sleep (it was 3am our time) for Laelia’s early morning surgery.

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Waiting for surgery

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Roland waiting for surgery… in the toy room :)

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Going into surgery

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Laelia waking up from surgery looking like she has princess hair. My daughter is magic.

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Snow plows excited my son like nothing else.

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Snowpocalypse!

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Back at the RMDH after surgery

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Mean mommy made Laelia do the required homework.

The next day was Valentine’s Day. These are the cards I got:
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Yeah, Roland wrote his to the bus. :-/

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While we were snowed in Roland and I took down the snow decorations and put up Valentine’s day ones.

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We hated snow at this point. Trash it, Son!

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Laelia standing that night without braces! (Later that night she started to throw up.)

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Flying home while sick was hell.

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Laelia at the ER here in San Diego. She’s still wearing her flight wings.