tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73436973561253334892024-02-18T21:17:49.882-06:00Emma's Dream Comes TrueWe created this blog to keep our friends and families up to date on our adoption. This blog will be used to list where we are in the adoption process and will be our travel blog when we make the trip to Ukraine.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-80906118932358648632013-01-17T08:15:00.000-06:002013-01-17T08:15:12.736-06:00We Look Like FamilyLast week a woman at church mentioned to me how much Lena and I look alike when we both wear our hair up. It kinda took me by surprise. My first thought was <i>I don't see how, since we share absolutely no DNA</i>. I almost said something like that out loud, but then I remembered that this person likely does not know that Lena is adopted. In a split second, this thought came to my mind: <i>It doesn't matter whether we share DNA or not. We look like family. </i> So I just said, "Thank you!"<br />
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This is a good thing. This is a God thing. We look like family.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-81729615342121550632012-12-09T15:11:00.001-06:002012-12-09T15:11:07.746-06:00More Hanna-ismsAs Hanna talks more and more, we hear more funny little things come from her. Here are some of our favorites:<br />
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Stoodle - stool<br />
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Speegellilli - spaghetti<br />
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Bleh-wee - belly<br />
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She also is much more interactive with the family. When Oleg came down for breakfast one morning, he was in a bit of a foul mood. Hanna says, "Mama, WHAT is Oleg's PROBLEM?"<br />
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I said, "I don't know. Why don't you ask him?"<br />
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The she says, "Oleg, WHAT is your PROBLEM?"<br />
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His answer, "Be quiet, Hanna!"<br />
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Funny girl!<br />
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<br />Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-37728392318802959762012-07-02T17:39:00.002-05:002012-07-08T12:52:24.815-05:00New Summer ScheduleWell, those kids in school finished a couple of weeks ago. We took a "chill" week, then everyone had a week of camp. Now we're into "real" summer - both activity-wise and weather-wise. Whew!<br />
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So today we started our summer routine, and I must admit it went pretty well.<br />
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So here it is:<br />
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7:30 - Little girls up; breakfast; read aloud (today it was Winnie the Pooh); letters, numbers, pre-reading activities, calendar with Lena (Hanna watching, practicing)<br />
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9:00 - Big kids up; breakfast; start their lists<br />
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<li>Read for 30 minutes or more</li>
<li>Math assignment</li>
<li>Reading/Spelling lesson</li>
<li>Chore for the week</li>
<li>Vision Therapy (Oleg)</li>
<li>Read Aloud - <u>The Hobbit</u></li>
<li>Literature activity - <u>The Hobbit</u></li>
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5:00-ish - Afternoon Clean Up<br />
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They must complete their lists before they can have computer time (on computer days) or play with friends. They can take as long as they like to get it done well, but they are restricted by my time as well. Some activities they need me, others they don't. So they must budget their time.<br />
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Like I said, it worked well today. Hopefully it will continue to work well - more often than not!Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-86783057726708466752012-04-09T15:16:00.000-05:002012-12-09T15:18:35.467-06:00Easter 2012Our second Easter together and our first in our new home. This year we decided to add some decidedly Ukrainian elements to our celebration.<br />
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We dyed eggs in traditional colors, and we made paska and poached pears. Grandma Johnson was with us to celebrate.
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Here's the link to my post from that day:<br />
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<a href="http://johnsonadoptiondream.blogspot.com/2011/03/gotcha-day.html" target="_blank">Gotcha Day</a><br />
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Just to remind you: My brother John went with me to pick up the kids. Cliff had work, and the girls had enough international travel and were with Gramma and GrandDad.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-47345298482490348912012-03-03T08:33:00.000-06:002012-04-16T14:36:09.172-05:00One YearOne year ago today a Ukrainian court officially made us a family of 7.<br />
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You can read about our court day here: <a href="http://johnsonadoptiondream.blogspot.com/2011/03/court-today.html">Court Today</a><br />
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A lot has changed in a year. All three kids have grown significantly. Their English gets better every day. It has been amazingly quick and amazingly slow. Times of intense difficulty and times of pure bliss.<br />
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<span id="goog_66398502"></span><span id="goog_66398503"></span>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-20473757450152819242012-01-06T08:48:00.001-06:002012-01-06T08:50:28.537-06:00More Truth from a Different PerspectiveA friend shared this on Facebook this morning. It complements my post from December 20th, so I thought I'd share the link here as well.<br />
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<a href="http://momastery.com/blog/2012/01/04/2011-lesson-2-dont-carpe-diem/">Don't Carpe Diem</a>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-58001750199606859472011-12-20T10:52:00.000-06:002011-12-27T17:13:43.935-06:00Time for Some TruthIf you enter into adoption thinking only of how wonderful it will be to have a child or how much of a blessing you can be for a child in need, you WILL be sorely disappointed. Don't get me wrong, it IS wonderful to have a child (or in our case more children). And you ARE or WILL BE an incredible blessing to the child. But you also need to realize that there will be days, weeks, maybe even months when everything seems upside down or backwards and very little seems to be going right. Times when you only get glimpses of that bliss you imagined in the beginning.<br />
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It is frustrating to find words that your child can understand. Frustrating for you and for them. Likely they want very much to understand you and to do what you want them to do, they just don't know what you want. They also can't express what they're feeling or what they want, and THAT is frustrating. It takes months to get to a point where you can communicate effectively. <br />
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Even when you think you're communicating, you will find gaps in language ability that you don't expect. For example, your child gets in trouble for "touching" another child in school. When asked why he touched the child, he said the other child touched him first. The other child denies touching him. Here's the problem. They bumped into each other and then your child touched the other child by putting his arm around him and giving him a pat on the shoulder. Your child sees the bump as a "touch" and his "touch" as friendly, but the other child does not. Neither does the school. So your child not only gets in trouble for "touching" another child but for "lying" about what happened.<br />
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Culture shock is something else. I can't tell you how often we hear, "But in Ukraine it is different." Yes, in Ukraine it is or was different. Your family was unstable there. Here it is not. You were unsupervised much of the time. Here you are not. You were abused and neglected there not only by your birth family but by the people who were supposed to care for you in their stead. Here you have plenty to eat, clothes appropriate for the season, toys to play with, hugs and kisses as well as limits and consequences. School is different here. Expectations are different here. The language is different, ways of doing things are different. Yes, it is different. The sands are shifting under your feet, but there is solid ground.<br />
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As they navigate all these differences, you will be surprised by the defenses that come up and the behaviors they choose to help them deal with all the changes. One might become completely obnoxious which, when paired with impulsive behavior, gets him in trouble at school and at home. It also alienates other kids. So you spend a lot of time at the school having conferences with the teacher, counselor, assistant principal, mentor, and ESOL teacher about his behavior.<br />
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Or maybe she talks incessantly, narrating your every move, asking questions that if she just observed and thought about what she saw she wouldn't need to ask. Or she insinuates herself into everyone's business, taking over any show of affection to another child, bossing people around or acting like the parent. Or she fusses every time she has to wait 5 minutes for you to finish preparing dinner and fix her plate. Or she plays for 3 hours in the middle of the night. Every night. For months. So you never get a full night's rest.<br />
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And then, of course, there are the revelations about their life prior to you. You just can't prepare yourself for what you might hear. Some memories that they share might be sweet and beautiful - like climbing cherry trees and eating cherries until they can't eat cherries anymore. Or gratitude for a nice lady who fed them when they were hungry. Other times you will hear that the reason the lady fed them was because their birth mom took off for several days and left them alone with nothing. Or you'll hear about someone pulling a knife an stabbing someone. Or you'll hear about beatings when birth mom was drunk.<br />
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I haven't even mentioned medical and developmental issues. Sure you get some medical information on the child/ren in country, but you really don't know what you got until you get home and have them evaluated. And what constitutes "healthy" in Ukraine is vastly different from what is considered "healthy" here. <br />
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You will likely have medical and developmental issues to address that were not noted in their medical history - if you even have a medical history. All three of ours operate on a level significantly younger than their chronological age. Two are not even on the growth charts for their age. Two likely have fetal alcohol syndrome and the complications that go with that. Two likely have ADD/ADHD. One may be mentally delayed. None of this was in their medical files - such as they were.<br />
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And this leads to therapy. Lots and lots of therapy. Speech therapy. Occupational therapy. Physical therapy. Vision therapy. Counseling. Evaluations. Appointments. Life revolving around getting each one's needs assessed and met. Hours in the car and sitting in waiting rooms. Coordination of schedules and getting virtually nothing else in your life done.<br />
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IF you have other children (as we do), you enter another level of complication. Their lives are now upside down, too. They spend hours in the car with you trucking everyone else around. They don't get to do some of the things they used to do. They don't have as much individual time and attention. And even if they were excited and supportive of the adoption, they also didn't know how deeply it would affect their everyday lives. So not only do you have to manage your own emotions, you get to help them manage theirs as well.<br />
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That's not to say that it isn't worth it. It absolutely is. But until you are in it, you just can't appreciate how completely exhausting it is - mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. All parents go through this to some extent, so in some ways it is no different from anyone else's parenting journey. But in other ways it is TOTALLY different, and others just can't understand the unique experience of adding these kids to the family. They think it is the same when it absolutely is not. They may not mean to, but they dismiss expressions of difficulty with tales of their own parenting woes. Or they come back with platitudes such as "this, too, will end." Or my personal favorite, "It hasn't even been a year yet." As if I'm not aware of how long it has been or as if everything will magically resolve at the one year mark.<br />
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I know this is a depressing post, but that happens to be where I am right now. This is hard. Yes, it will get better. And I know that. But RIGHT NOW it is HARD. And I want you to know, if you are considering adopting, that there are times like this. I have read several adoption blogs where the writers never mention anything negative at all. I don't want this blog to be like that. I want to be real. And right now it is hard. . . .But it will get better!<br />
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<br />Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-48709526489658727792011-12-14T13:42:00.001-06:002011-12-27T17:05:53.793-06:00Our First ThanksgivingA few pictures from our first Thanksgiving together. They don't really have an understanding of what we celebrate or why, but they did enjoy the family time and food.<br />
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Since we are in a new place and we have no family here, we celebrated just the 7 of us.<br />
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I was thinking about this yesterday and realized that our kids are living under drought conditions. For far too long they have lived without the love and care that every child needs. As a result, they look like Figure C.<br />
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What does this look like right now? Extreme neediness, need for approval, impulsive behavior, emotional outbursts, disruptive behavior in school and church, fear of punishment for any mistake, insincere apologies, charming and manipulative behavior, hypersensitivity to my mood (with frequent misinterpretation), and more. They have little basis for healthy human interaction.<br />
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Fortunately for us, they got enough love and care (at times from their birth mother and also from others in their lives) and are resilient enough that they still have some emotional ground water. And that gives us hope that as we pour love, affection, time, attention, gifts, structure, discipline, and the love of Christ into their lives, the ground water level will rise and hopefully, eventually, resemble Figure A.<br />
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But that's just it. We hope. We don't know. And how long? We don't know. At times it is incredibly frustrating. Some days it appears impossible. Our hearts break for the things they have seen and experienced. <br />
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Other days are amazing, and we wonder how we doubted. When we receive spontaneous hugs. When we laugh together over something silly. When we can see that they "get" something that we've been trying to teach.<br />
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It definitely is not easy. We must always remember that we started down this path for a reason. The reason hasn't changed. We had no guarantee of ease. We do not even know where the path is headed. All we know for sure is that it is the right path.<br />
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So for now, we live in drought.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>This is the promise of God: </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>I will lead the blind by a road they do not know, by paths they have not known I will guide them. I will turn the darkness before them into light, the rough places into level ground. These are the things I will do, and I will not forsake them. -</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i> Isaiah 42:16</i></span>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-83661570254324877032011-10-16T15:44:00.000-05:002011-10-16T15:56:09.445-05:00Big ChangesMany who will read this know us personally and already know much of what you will read in this post. For those who don't know us, this will get you caught up.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">Some of these changes actually started in the summer of 2010, so bear with me. I didn't blog about them at the time, because I didn't know how they would affect the adoption. We chose to keep these things private for that reason and are only now getting around to sharing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Change #1</b> - About six months into our adoption paperwork (June 2010) - well before we had an SDA appointment - I found out that I have diabetes. It is an unusual form of autoimmune (like Type1) that shows up later in life (like Type 2). Technically it is called Latent Autoimmune Diabetes in Adults (LADA). I took it seriously, changed my diet (somewhat, I already ate pretty well), started walking everyday, lost some weight, and started monitoring and insulin injections.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">We talked with our agency and decided that we would continue with the adoption. They assured us that as long as I was healthy and under control there would be no problem. We are posting now to let others know that we were able to adopt with no problems. So if you have something unexpected like this happen, it likely will not stop your adoption. Of course it will depend upon current adoption laws in Ukraine and your individual situation.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Change #2</b> - The next big change came about six weeks later in July when Cliff accepted a new job in another state. Again we didn't know how that might affect the adoption - to get new documentation for job and home. Turns out it was not a big deal. The timing of the change happened right before we started work on our dossier, so we didn't have to re-do anything.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">So Cliff started his job in September 2010, and we essentially lived apart until we left for Ukraine at the end of January 2011. Fortunately Cliff was able to be home with us a lot. He scheduled his travel out of our city and so got to spend more time with us. This was good, because we were trying to get the house ready to sell and then sell it, so we could move to the new city.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">The house went on the market at the end of October, so then we were into the fun of open houses and showings. And nothing happened. We left for Ukraine with the house on the market and returned from Ukraine with the house on the market. We brought the kids home at the end of March with the house still on the market.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Change #3</b> - By May we decided that living apart with the 5 kids and me in one city and Cliff in another city much of the time just wasn't working. Cliff found a house in the new city, and we prepared to move. Shortly thereafter our house sold. By the end of July 2011 we had moved out, signed the papers on our old house, spent a week on the road driving to our new city, and signed the papers on our new home.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">Now we have been in our new home for about 2-1/2 months. We're settling in and getting used to all the new things. I will post more another time. I just wanted to get you all up to date given that new posts will likely be about or at least mention these changes.</span><br />
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Here are a couple of examples:<br />
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Ha-la-luvia = Halleluia<br />
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Pockporn= Popcorn<br />
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She routinely sings anything she's heard more than once. She breaks out into song at some odd moments, and the words are rarely right but almost always recognizable if you know the song. Camp songs (Hello, Hanna. How are you? and The Moose Song) are some of her favorites. She also sings with the radio and asks for music every morning.<br />
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I'll post more "-isms" when I can.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-16692378772610510112011-08-29T15:34:00.000-05:002011-08-29T15:34:23.445-05:00Good NewsLots going on here, and I promise to update as soon as I can. But we have some good news to report!<br />
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Hanna DOES NOT have Turner's Syndrome!!!!<br />
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Both our doctor at the International Adoption Clinic and our occupational therapist thought it was a possibility given some of her physical characteristics. <br />
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Briefly, Turners is a genetic disorder that only affects girls. They are missing a chromosome or have an abnormal chromosome that affects their height in particular but also some other physical characteristics. For more information check out these websites:<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turner_syndrome">Wikipedia</a><br />
<a href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/diseases_conditions/genetic/turner.html">Kids' Health</a><br />
<a href="http://www.turnersyndrome.org/">Turners Syndrome</a><br />
<a href="http://www.freewebs.com/colleenjoyce/">Blog</a><br />
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Today I received confirmed results of Hanna's genetic test that reveal that she is genetically "normal".<br />
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So my little girl is just little! Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-27008719770880412542011-07-09T16:41:00.001-05:002011-07-09T16:41:45.201-05:00And SingingOne morning this week, Hanna was sitting at the table eating breakfast, and I was in the kitchen when I heard: "You go, I go. You stay, I stay. You move, I move. I follow YOUUUUUUU!" Took a second, but I recognized the Chris Tomlin song. This is the first time she has sung a song on her own. I didn't even know she KNEW this song! She learned it from the radio.<br />
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And this morning she was singing the ABC's . Very cute. She doesn't get them all right, but she gets pretty darn close.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-71295064492325137882011-07-08T21:21:00.003-05:002011-07-10T15:40:56.388-05:00Medical Week<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">This was medical week, and thankfully it ended about 95% positive.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We started <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Tuesday</span></b> with eye appointments for the older girls. They are healthy and their prescriptions have not changed. They still need their glasses for reading.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Same day, Cliff had his eyes checked and found out he needs glasses for the first time in his life. He was bummed - didn't want to admit that he needed them.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Thursday</span></b>, the new kids had a follow up appointment at the International Adoption Clinic. It took all morning, but we FINALLY got the results of all those blood tests.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">All three kids are healthy, no diseases or vitamin deficiencies. A few of their immunizations in Ukraine did not "take," so we have to re-do them. Oleg got 3 shots, Lena got 2, and Hanna got 5 (poor thing!). HIV tests for Oleg and Hanna came back "indeterminate," but the doctor said not to worry about that. We are having them redone. One of Hanna's blood tests was incorrectly ordered, so we are having that one redone as well. Oleg's stool sample was positive for giardia, so we treated that. The little girls were negative for parasites, but their stool smells awful, so we're retesting just in case we missed something.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">All three kids gained weight and height, but the little girls are still off the growth charts small. Lena is developmentally behind her peers. We have no medical reason for that, so it is likely due to lack of attention to her early development. We will know more when she has some school experience.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Hanna is making great strides. She didn't gain much weight, but developmentally, she is closer to her chronological age than Lena is.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We left with lab slips for the follow up blood tests and stool tests and orders for speech therapy for all three kids and physical and occupational therapy for Hanna.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Friday</span></b> the new kids had their eyes checked. I had been a bit concerned about Lena, as she seemed to be having trouble seeing things. Turns out she's fine. Her prescription is borderline for her age for needing glasses, and one eye is "worse" than the other. If she is still in the same place this time next year, she will need correction. She has a slight delay in converging when looking at something up close, and she also has a slight tracking problem that might resolve over time. Now that we are aware of the tracking issue, we can work with her to strengthen her eyes.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Hanna was also a bit of a concern given that she was so premature at birth. She is also doing fine. She is slightly more near-sighted than she should be for her age. That could change over time and get either better or worse, but for now she does not need correction. Given her prematurity, she will need a dilated eye exam on a yearly basis. </div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Oleg, on the other hand, needs glasses for reading and will need vision therapy to correct some issues with the working of his eyes. They don't work together effectively, and he has trouble focusing his eyes which makes him very tired when he reads. The exam itself really strained his eyes, as the doctor made him work in ways he had not before. He also has very little pigment inside his eyes, so he is especially sensitive to bright light (explains all the squinting). Recommendation there is to wear good quality polarized sunglasses when outside.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Whew! We still have a few items outstanding, but as you can see, about 95% positive.</div><div><br />
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On Saturday, Cliff got the kids candy. He cut Hanna's into bite size pieces and put it on a napkin in the middle of the table. Then he would dole out a piece at a time. All the other kids scarfed theirs and left the table with Hanna still sitting there. Cliff walked away from the table briefly, and I watched to see what she would do. She definitely wanted to stand up and grab the candy herself, but she knew she was not to do that. She fought the impulse for a while and then said, "Can I . . . have more . . . dis?" That is officially her first unprompted complete expressive sentence. To which I said, "YES!" and immediately rewarded her effort. Decided not to quibble over the may/can grammar.<br />
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Since then, she's been trying more and more. On Monday after her dental work we were sitting on the couch. She put her hand on my leg and said, "Dis is Mama." Then she put her hand on her leg and said, "Dis is Hanna." Then she looked up at me and said, "Dis is Hanna's Mama." So sweet.<br />
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And tonight she bonked her head on the wall (by accident) and said, "I hurt Hanna," as she rubbed her head.<br />
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There have been many other examples. These are just a few that I remember.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-23717845738664629762011-06-28T13:38:00.000-05:002011-06-28T13:38:49.050-05:00SoccerWhen we got home from Ukraine, I signed Oleg up for a soccer. He had a blast! Every day he wanted to know how many more days till soccer. And he's pretty good. I loved watching him play. Over the course of the season he got better at working with the other players on the team. He has good ball handling skills, and he loves to mix it up. Not so fond of playing goalie or defense. His team won the league championship. Over the course of the season, he scored 5 goals. And he got his first sports trophy.<br />
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My pictures are not the best, but you get the idea. I was a little busy on the sideline keeping up with Lena and Hanna who had very little interest in the games. If I can get some more pictures from Cliff, I'll add them to the slideshow.<br />
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<embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F112818803793959803529%2Falbumid%2F5618641015980955889%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCJHbl-fZ66uC-AE%26hl%3Den_US" height="192" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="288"></embed>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-12134298367024990362011-06-27T21:57:00.047-05:002011-06-28T13:35:26.430-05:00Hanna's DentalThis morning Hanna and I headed to the Children's Hospital Day Surgery Unit for her dental work. As mentioned before, her procedure had to be done in the hospital due to her small size.<br />
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We arrived about 6:25am and got checked in. Hanna played for about 30min before they called us to go in to take vital signs and medical history. THAT'S always fun. Hanna did great with the medical part. But I have to explain over and over again why I don't know more about her medical status than I do. Only part of it has to do with the adoption. At this point, I still don't have the results of the blood tests ordered back in April. <br />
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After the medical intake, we went to another waiting area to put on the cute yellow pajamas that they gave her to wear during the procedure. Waited there for a bit before the doctors started arriving to explain the procedure, get consent, and confirm medical info (again with the explaining why I don't know more than I do). At 7:25 they took her back to the operating room, and I headed to the family room to eat my breakfast and wait.<br />
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At a little before 9am they called me to go to the recovery area. When I entered, all I saw was a little lump under a thick blanket. She was still out. The dentist told me that they didn't have to do the root canal. She has a crown and several fillings. She is on soft foods for the next 24 hours, and we need to schedule a follow up in a week or so to check the work and healing.<br />
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After the consult with the dentist, the nurse pulled back the blanket, and Hanna woke right up. She had a tube in her mouth that they quickly removed. The first thing she said was a groggy, "Hello." So cute!<br />
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The nurse let me pick her up and sit with her in a glider while she checked her vitals again and removed the monitors and tubes. When I asked her how her teeth felt, she said, "Good." Within about 15-20 minutes we were heading for the elevator.<br />
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We waited for our car (valet parked and validated) then headed home. We walked in the door a little after 10am. I got Hanna set up on the couch with some water and yogurt and tv. At noon, I put her down for a nap. Then I actually had to wake her up at 3pm to keep her somewhat on her usual schedule. Once up and after a little time to wake up, she seemed like her usual self. No complaints.<br />
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"You must be __(<u>insert flattering adjective</u>)__." Let's see, what have I heard? Courageous, strong, compassionate, Super Mom, a hero, and many others. I never know what to say.<br />
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The fact of the matter is that I am none of those things. I appreciate the acknowledgement that my family is doing something that few others do. But we didn't do this to be recognized for any of those traits. We did this because we felt, as a family, that we were meant to do this. NOT doing it wasn't a viable option.<br />
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So here's where the real credit lies: with God.<br />
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The courage you see in me comes from Him. I am a coward by nature.<br />
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The strength you see comes from Him. I am a spineless wimp.<br />
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The compassion you see comes from HIM. I am selfish and protective of my own comfort.<br />
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The Super Mom, the hero you see is Christ Himself. I can't do those things.<br />
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God called us to adopt. We were happy with our lives as they were. <br />
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God paved our way and moved mountains for us along the way.<br />
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God continues to work in our family as he weaves us together into a beautiful tapestry - much different from what WE thought, but more richly colored and textured than we could conceive.<br />
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At times I forget these things, and life gets pretty rough. I crumble under the weight, wither in the face of difficulty, retreat into self-preservation. And then I remember. . . .<br />
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So when someone says, "I could never do what you do," I firmly believe, "Yes, you could. IF you are MEANT to do it. Because when you are meant to do it, you just DO."Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-83569068445039884482011-06-20T14:09:00.041-05:002011-06-22T21:36:19.008-05:00Summer is in Full SwingThis morning we put the 3 big kids on a bus to church camp for 4 days/3 nights. The girls are really excited, as they've gone the last few years and know what awaits them. Oleg was a bit unsure. We tried to explain what it would be like, but he seemed to have a hard time with being away from us (particularly me) for 3 nights. Ultimately, I think he's going to have so much fun that he won't miss us that much anyway.<br />
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And the little girls are at occupational therapy day camp while the big kids are gone. They, too, should have a blast. Lena is a bit unsure about being away from Oleg, but I think that might only be a problem at night (if at all, really). I fully expect them to be hungry and tired after all their fun at the farm!<br />
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</tbody></table>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-53744014631948374342011-06-18T17:50:00.018-05:002011-06-20T18:11:53.369-05:00Blast from Their Past<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">debated whether to deal publicly with this and decided that it was better to give a true picture of our journey rather than a sanitized version. I even held onto this post for several days before publishing. While some things will arise that are personal and private (and will not be shared), I thought others might benefit from our experience. My intention is to be real but also fair in my representation of this event. I hope it is taken that way.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">You may recall from earlier in the blog that Oleg and Lena participated in a hosting program that brings orphaned children to the U.S. in an attempt to find forever families for them. Our kids had the opportunity to stay with the same family on two occasions - once last summer for 4 weeks and again at Christmas for 2 weeks. See these previous posts for more info: <a href="http://johnsonadoptiondream.blogspot.com/2011/02/urgent-prayer-needed.html">Urgent Prayer Needed</a> and <a href="http://johnsonadoptiondream.blogspot.com/2011/02/meeting-older-kids.html">Meeting older kids</a>. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Recently that family found our blog and contacted us. I must admit that it caught me completely off guard. My heart was in my throat, and I felt threatened and protective of my family. I delayed responding for several days as I worked through my emotions and drafted a response. I prayed about it many times, Cliff and I talked about it several times, and I consulted with a social worker at our adoption agency.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Below is an edited version of the email from the family. I removed personal information that would identify them. I also removed the comment from the blog - again, to protect their identity. The comment is kind and clearly well considered.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hello, my name is [name] and our family hosted Oleg and Lena last summer and again over the Christmas holiday. We are glad to hear that it is going well for you and you are adjusting to the new normal. We have been praying for you ALL and will continue to do so. If you are open to it, we would love to hear from you how the kids are doing and when the time is appropriate from Oleg. If you choose not to, we understand. We have some of their gifts from Christmas and from Oleg's birthday that I would like to send to them if that is okay. [Name] asked the other day if she could write to Lena. Please let us know what you decide regardless so I know that you got this message. Thanks. May the Lord continue to bless your faithfulness.</span></i></span><br />
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</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In Christ</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">[Name and contact info]</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;">This was my response:</span></i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dear [Name],</span></i></span></i></span></span><br />
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</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thank you for your inquiry about the children. We understand that you share history and good memories of them, and they speak fondly of their time with you. </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">At this time we are focused on solidifying our family - as you said, "adjusting to the new normal." Things seem to be going well, but it does take time. For now we are keeping things as low key and uncomplicated as possible. </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thank you for your prayers. They are most welcome. We will be in touch, but I cannot predict when that will be. Please know that we appreciate the love and care that you showed Oleg and Lena when they were with you. I think it has eased our transition in many ways.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am awed by the grace and kindness evident in your email. Thank you for understanding that we need time. I can only hope that I could be so gracious in your position.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Our family tradition is to do dinner out ON the actual birthday and a celebration with family and friends as close to the actual day as possible. Since Lena has no friends yet, we decided to make it family only and take a trip to see Uncle John and Uncle Dan and their families.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So the Sunday before her birthday we met at Pease Park and had pizza and cake. The park has a splash pad and playground for entertainment. You can see from the pictures that she had a great time. Lena insisted on dressing for her party, and she chose her prettiest dress.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Because we opted for a casual family get together, and we were traveling, the cake was not my normal creation. I baked it the night before we left. Big thanks to Aunt Darby for making the frosting. It was yummy! We just put it together at the park. I had to draw the Happy Birthday in with the knife, but as you can see, it worked!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">We had a really lovely time at the park. The weather was good, it wasn't as crowded as I expected, and we got to spend some quality time with family. The kids were excited to see Uncle John again, as they have only seen him one other time since we got home from Ukraine.<br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">On her actual birthday, I made doughnut holes as a special treat. I had planned to take her to Clay's Restaurant for her birthday dinner. They have a little farm where you can feed and pet goats, horses, chickens, etc. They also have a huge area to run and play and a large sandbox. Seemed perfect until the temperature climbed to near 100 degrees. So our second choice was Taco Cabana after she said she wanted quesadillas for her birthday. You can see from the pictures that we had some fun.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">All the kids tried pico de gallo (which they didn't like) and jalapeƱos (which surprisingly Lena and Oleg DID like). And we had plenty of time for fun family silliness. At one point Oleg said "I am bathroom," meaning, "I need to go to the bathroom."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I replied, "I thought I smelled something stinky."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Without missing a beat he said, "That is Hanna." I think we all just about lost it laughing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">When we got home from dinner we did cake and presents. The big girls wanted to do the sundae cupcakes for Lena. I think they turned out great. Lena asked for a baby doll, so we made sure she had one. Grandma gave her clothes. The big girls gave her a beach towel with Rapunzel from Tangled. Oleg gave her a water toy for playing in the sprinkler.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">All in all a very good first birthday celebration. And in normal kid fashion, she said the next day, "I (wish) mine birthday and presents every day."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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We got in to the adoption clinic within 3 weeks of coming home. Apparently THAT was the easy part. When we left our appointment, we had orders for blood tests. It took us about 6 weeks to get all the blood tests done. The reason is due to the number of tests ordered and the fact that our little girls are . . . well. . . . little. They could only take 11ml from Lena at one time and 7 ml from Hanna at one time. And then you can only take blood every other day or so. And the ease with which they can take the blood varies with the skill of the technician, the child's cooperation, and other variables.<br />
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The kids were great through the whole blood collection thing. Oleg only got stuck once. No problems. Lena and Hanna were real troopers considering how many times they got stuck. Neither one pitched a fit or completely refused. The most we heard from them was a few whimpers and whispered, "Ow, ow, ow." And neither willingly gave up an arm. Not sure I could be so brave myself.<br />
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We also had to collect stool samples. Hanna was easy - diaper. Lena thought it was funny, so she cooperated. Oleg was another story. He insisted he was fine and refused for quite some time. I was preoccupied with getting blood from the girls, so I didn't push it. I finally got it last week and sent it to the lab.<br />
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Yesterday the nurse called to tell me that Oleg has giardia - a parasitic protozoa most commonly found in untreated water. When I asked, she said the girls' samples were fine. She called in a prescription, and that should take care of the giardia. We will have to do another sample to confirm. Oh, joy!<br />
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The big frustration is that we can't get any more of the results until we see the doctor again. And they wouldn't schedule an appointment until they had all the test results. I understand why, but this is really dragging out! I guess if something was REALLY wrong, they would tell us (like the giardia) or schedule us to come in immediately. So, I'm not really worried. But they can't see us until July 7th. <br />
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I really don't know how other people get their medical stuff done faster. Our adoption agency requires a medical letter within 1 month of returning home. There is absolutely NO WAY we could do that. We are lucky that they accepted a letter from our doctor stating that the children had been seen and studies were pending. We will have to submit another letter after our appointment stating each child's health status.<br />
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So for now we continue to wait. . . .Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885405820167784888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343697356125333489.post-24434423276984495262011-06-08T14:04:00.000-05:002011-06-14T14:04:37.819-05:00Every Body Time for Bed<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">For a child who whimpers every night when we start our bedtime routine and then won't sleep, Hanna is obsessed with playing "bedtime." Lena taught her a little made up song, and she sings it when she plays. "Every body poro spot." You just sing it over and over. . .and over. </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Here's a picture of Hanna playing "bedtime" while lying on a window sill. As you can see, this is a flexible game.<br />
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