Saturday, February 25, 2012

From the mouths of babes...

I just realized I haven't posted in over a week...where does the time go?  I'll tell you, though, it goes VERY slowly at night while trying to convince one baby or the other that it is NOT time to be awake...meanwhile the clock goes
TICK.
tick.
TICK.
tick.

Because the kids have had so much to say lately, I'll let them speak for themselves.

They love to share their blankies and take naps together...



 
Share their snacks...if only you could hear the noise these two can make together...along with the mess!
 

Share mommy's lap.  (I love how Leah just keeps on singing amidst the chaos..you go girl!)
 


He's been home 3 months now and already knows how to use one of these...hmmmm. :)
 And he's learning how to take care of his baby glow worm...

And everyone loves spaghetti night!




Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Not Home

I have been changed.

Changed in so many ways.

Ways that I find freeing.  Ways that I find frustrating.  Ways that I still am not sure what to do with.  Ways that don't make sense to this world.  Ways that require me to surrender my thoughts.  Ways that leave me fearful and feeling inadequate.  Ways that leave me feeling overwhelmed.  Ways that lead me to joy and peace.  Ways of understanding.

So many ways, I say.

Let me explain.

Changed in ways that I find freeing: Faith CAN move mountains! (Matthew 18:20-21)
...I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, "Move from here to there" and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.

Blake Andrew is a constant reminder to me of God's goodness, blessings, and greater plan for us...if only we will take that first step of faith...what joy and abundance is in store!?

Changed in ways I find frustrating: That I have lived so selfishly up until now, following the American dream--more money, more things, more, more, more.....concerned with things of little importance.  I chose not to see the bigger picture.  I chose to live in ignorance.  And now I CAN'T STAND to hear of people chatting about wanting more, more, more, needing more, more, more, thinking they'll be happy with more, more, more.


My heart is broken, there are tears on my keyboard, streaming down my face as I write this.  What are we doing, people??

Changed in ways I am not sure what to do with: I now know this is not my home, I have sung the words to those songs that describe feeling like an alien here on this earth, and not really understanding.  NOW. I. DO.  I am not here to live for me.  I am not here to live it up.  I am not here to live comfortably.  No.  I am here to love others as God loves me.  That is ALL!  I am living too comfortably.  What will I do about that?

Changed in ways that don't make sense to this world: I don't need a smart phone.  I do not want a new car.  I do not want to make more money.  I am not in need of ANYTHING.  I want to become less.  

Changed in ways that require me to surrender my thoughts: Not ready to go there yet.

Changed in ways that make me feel fearful and inadequate: I am unsettled.  I feel burdened and broken for a reason.  I am only 1 person.  There is so much to be done.

Changed in ways that make me feel overwhelmed:  Like what to do about all of these faces...www.reecesrainbow.org...there are SO many.  Here and there.

Changed in ways that make me feel peace and joy: There are people going.  There are people who are acting on the change they have experienced.  God is alive and well.  His Spirit is moving.

Changed in ways of understanding: God doesn't call us to things that are easy.  There are sacrifices to be made.  Sleepless nights.  Inconsolable crying/screaming.  Inability to communicate.  Unanswered questions.  Years of orphanage damage to a child's trust and innocence.  Lots of undoing.  Lots of staying home.  
YET...
We learn to pray unceasingly.  Rest in peace that passes all understanding.  Feel God's living breath over us.  Hear His still small voice in nights of desperation.  See small progressions being made in answer to endless prayers.  Feel the prayers of the saints.  
AND...

That is where we desire to be.  There is no place like it.
I now understand this.

I will not lie.  I am dealing with a lot of internal bitterness and frustration.  But I don't feel it is all bad.  Because it makes me ask the tough questions.

Why don't people understand what I'm saying?  What I've seen?  What needs to be done?  What are we living for? How can we not feel the cries of these children?  What don't more people adopt? How can we not be burdened? Where is our compassion?  Where are our hearts?  What are our priorities? 

I just. don't. get. it.  When did this world get so turned around?

Ohhhh, it saddens my soul.






Monday, February 13, 2012

Adoption and the Gut

Sorry this blog isn't going to be entertaining or as inspirational as others, I guess you could say it's more informative.  I am a HUGE nutrition junkie.  I love learning about how nutrition affects our bodies and our overall health.  So naturally, bringing a child into our home adopted from another country with a different diet (to say the least, as far as orphanage food goes), with different parasites, viruses, mites, and infections would lead me into research mode.  I have been reading, researching, exploring, asking questions, seeking wisdom from those wiser than I.  M.D.'s, Naturopaths, Chiropractors, Nutritionists, More Experienced Adoptive Mommies, Nutrition Blogs...etc.

There are so many things that effect our health that begin with an unhealthy gut.  In my opinion.  Here is what I have learned so far...
Blake has a bad gut.  
His bad gut is due to: Parasites. (Giardia)  Bacteria. (H. Pylori)  Infection.  Highly processed food.  Too much sugar in his diet.  Bad absorption.  Low stomach acid.  Inability to chew his food properly.  Low Omega-3, Omega-6 fat intake.  Low vitamins and minerals in his diet.

His bad gut is leading to: Red, dry cheeks.  Low protein levels.  Low functioning thyroid.  Acid reflux.  Candida.  Congestion.  Chronic cough.  Allergies.  Eczema symptoms.  SMELLY poop.  Brittle nails.  Sugar cravings.  High cortisol levels.  Waking at night.  Irritability.  Gas.  Burping. Hyperactivity.  Lack of focus.  Low immune system.  High stress.  Behavioral issues.

These are all issues commonly treated with medications to hide the symptoms.  Not treat the root cause-->The bad gut.

I can completely understand how the poor boy has a bad gut and how it relates to these symptoms.  He went from eating mush, with no nutrient value on a daily basis to what we call American food...aka HIGHLY PROCESSED.  And I would like to think we do a pretty good job at feeding our kids lots of fruits and vegetables and lean protein or at least I make a conscious effort to eliminate most processed foods. Anyway, he has been contributing to his bad gut for 2 year's living in the orphanage...so we have some work to do to reverse this issue and make his gut healthy again now that he lives with us.  But part of this healing involves dealing with some pretty nasty cleansing effects.  He is detoxing you could say, as we work to eliminate foods that trigger to his bad gut.  Foods like:  sugar, corn syrup, cow's milk, wheat/gluten, juices, foods with soy products in them.  We are supplementing his system with Flaxseed oil, Vitamin C, anti-fungal drops and anti-fungal cream for his red cheeks, Adrenal-cream, Vitamin D3, and Liquid Calcium, Chamomile supplement, Lavender oils for bath time, Apple Cider Vinegar and honey...I using all of these in steps, obviously.  All for different reasons.  Right now we are focusing on healing his gut, that is of most importance.  We want his gut healed so his body can focus on healing other areas of his body that it can't address right now because of all the energy going into maintaining his digestive system and nervous system. If that makes sense...Our bodies will pick the most important system to throw all of its energy into healing and maintaining, if that comes at the expense of shutting down other important systems.  This is how you get behavioral issues related to food allergies...the body is focused on eliminating these foods it sees as toxins (milk, wheat in our case) that it leaves little attention for the brain and nervous system...they get neglected and therefore acting out, having anxiety, inability to focus, etc. are the result.  Still with me?

What most people don't realize though, is that these parasites, viruses, mites, and infections are highly contagious.  So we are treating the girls for the same issues that are starting to arise in their systems, since Blake has been in our home.  Saliva is a common sharing ground for passing these issues back and forth. So far I haven't noticed any symptoms myself, that could be related to these issues, but I am on alert.  As I get worn down with endless doctor's appointments, sleepless nights in the babies' room, long days of running and chasing after kids and their messes, my immune system can begin to fail.

This can be an issue with any child,  not just one adopted from Ukraine.  So like I said, pay attention to your child's issues and begin with looking at his gut and how all of these symptoms are most likely related.  Nutrition plays more of a factor in our health than any MD knows or cares to look at, so be your own advocate and make your child's nutrition of importance in treating and healing his/her body.  It is the silent culprit of many issues that are diagnosed as: ADHD, asthma, seasonal allergies, IBS, chronic acid reflux, high stress, anxiety, diarrhea/constipation...

I will keep you filled in on Blake's progress in this regard as we heal his gut over the next few months.  I am excited to get him healed up and healthy and for the results to prove themselves!


Saturday, February 11, 2012

A Night Visitor

Well, yesterday morning turned into quite an adventure when my over-achiever 5-year old was determined to loose a tooth...just like 'everyone else in her class.'  I guess the student gets his/her picture taken and placed on the board and gets special treatment for the day....well, that was motivation enough for Leah to begin yanking on her bottom teeth...every chance I wasn't looking.  This has been going on for weeks.  Well yesterday, she came running out of the bathroom shrieking in excitement because SHE LOST HER TOOTH!

So she thought...

I had to inform her she only lost 1/2 of her tooth.  She broke it off at the root and it was bleeding and bleeding.  Now keep in mind I was hurriedly getting both babies fed, and loaded up in the van, with everything but our kitchen sink, for a morning of doctor's appointments, an hour away from our house.  I had already made arrangements for Leah to be at daycare that morning, so I thought I was doing good, we were running on time, so far so good.

Well, not sure what to do. I went ahead and dropped her off at daycare and called my husband to see whether he thought we should be worried about this or not.  Quite honestly I was more concerned that she was going to proceed to yank out her other tooth that day and make it 2 for 2.  So he called the dentist who said to bring her over to make sure no other damage was done and to take X-rays to make sure another tooth was growing in below.  So I went on to Blake's appointments and called my husband between, he was on his way to take Leah to a dentist office in another town because our dentist office branch is closed on Friday's...of course

Well, long story short.  She didn't break off her tooth, she just has VERY tiny teeth.  And she actually has another tooth loose and very close to coming out as well.  But, the dentist made sure to inform her that yanking and jerking on her teeth before they were ready to fall out, is not a good idea.  So, I'm hoping lesson learned.

She was bouncing all around the house, with a huge toothless grin on her face.  On. Cloud. Nine!  She placed her prized tooth in a baggie and left it on the kitchen counter...first mistake.  I threw it away once and had to dig it out of the trash.  Then Jerad proceeded to dispose of it himself and had to dig it out of the garbage.  This tooth had already been on an adventure that day.  Well, after answering 900 questions about the tooth fairy, we proceeded to tuck it under her pillow for the night.  I was uncertain if she would go to sleep, her excitement was the equivalent of that on a Christmas Eve night.  So about 10:30 pm, the half-asleep Tooth Fairy lying next to me made his way into her room to confiscate the tooth and replace it with $1.  I sort of dozed off and remembered thinking a while later that he had been gone a while.  But I was in La-La Land myself and dismissed the thought quickly.  Not long after I heard the not-so dainty Tooth Fairy plodding back into our bedroom, breathing hard.  I asked what took him so long.  And this is what unfolded according to him...

He slipped his hand under her pillow to retrieve the prized tooth and as he was shoving the $1 bill under his pillow she quickly turned over and looked at him.  He hit the floor and laid there under the edge of her comforter, trying not to breathe too loudly.  He thought she was still asleep until he heard this..."Tooth Fairy? Tooth Fairy?  Are you there?  Where are you, Tooth Fairy? Hellooo...?"  He still had the $1 in his hand, so he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Just to make sure she was good and asleep. 
Then as fast as he could, he slipped the dollar under her pillow and flew out of there.  Literally.

As I was listening to him relay this story to me in my half-asleep state, I began to giggle.  Then laugh.  And laugh.  Ohhh, I needed this laugh after such a stressful day.  Sorry it was at his expense, and at the expense of the Tooth Fairy's identity being revealed...but it was the best medicine for me on a day when I was near tears all day long.

I would LOVE to hear of any other Tooth Fairy fiasco's...