Friday, July 30, 2010
The heart...we were told that at birth he had an Oval Window. Funny, no doctors hear have heard of that term. Well, it is a patent foramen ovale (PFO). No problem, it's all cleared up.
As for the ears, now we can proceed and see if we can get this boy hearing! He is missing out on way to much noise. (Oh, I'm jealous!) Tubes are our first step to see if they do the trick. While he is sedated they will do the same testing they do to newborns to see if they are capable of hearing.
Will keep you updated....he is so sweet.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Eager to hear the cardiologist say that his heart is great. I suspect he will have an Echo tomorrow. I love Dr. Singh!!! He is the best cardiologist EVER!!!
Blessings to you. Please keep us in prayer. Please pray for all of the kids that need families. It seems that each day I am caught off guard when I think of the orphans and cry....actually weep. My heart says that next year this time we will go back for another.....I will have to let God tear that out of me if it isn't His plan.
Goodbye for now.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Perhaps we will have one guy that can't talk and one that can't hear....should be interesting.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
When I first started planning on what to write on this blog, I expected to share my many encounters with Ukrainian culture: "squat/Turkish toilets," the variety of foods, generous hosts and hostesses, my unforgettable experience with poor quality tap water, train rides, air travel, souvenirs, Russian and Ukrainian languages, etc. Most importantly, though, I was meeting my "soon to be little brother." But today I'm going to write about more important things- things that I hope to always remember, and the things that I will remember, that I selfishly hope to forget.
When I stepped out of the taxi at Solnishko for the first time, I tried to take in everything about the scenery that I could. I don't remember what the weather was like, where we parked, or the clothes that I was wearing. But I do remember, quite clearly, the sound of children crying through the broken down windows. I'd heard stories about life in these orphanages, and I'd seen many pictures of this one in particular; but that distant world was quickly becoming reality. I subconsciously forced the noise out of my mind, and focus on what I had looked forward to for several months; I was finally about to meet my little brother, and despite our tight schedule that day, I was determined to meet him. I rushed up the stairs with Dad and he (or Mom) rang the doorbell. After a few moments, a woman led us into the stinky "locker room," which possessed the distinct smell of dirty diapers, or worse. As Stas’s favorite caretaker went to take him out of his crib, I looked around the room in front of me. I suddenly remembered the crying that I heard earlier, and saw a few kids crying. One little boy rocked himself and jerked around on the floor. No one was there to comfort him, and there were many other children to take care of. One child army crawled along the floor; another slumped over in a walker. I started crying when I first saw Stas, and I was overwhelmed when the rest of them looked up at me. They were all miserable, and I knew that they longed for me, but I'd heard about the consequences of visitors making too much contact with the orphans. I felt guilty for only choosing one of the healthiest children in that groupa. As much as I love my brother, my heart aches for those other children that I've met, and I wish I'd done more for them. When you are a 12 hour flight away from a place that you remember so clearly and children such as these, there is only so much you can do when you have left them.
Words cannot describe all of my memories and the feelings that I have for all of those children. They are no longer pictures; they are children. They are lovable, have their own personalities, were abandoned and sent to that orphanage, and face possible death unless they are adopted by a loving family. Many of the children that I met in less than three weeks will not have the opportunity to be adopted. They will be sent to institutions, where there will be little or no hope of them surviving. Few people, if any, will care for them, love them, or treat them anything like the precious gifts that they are. To many they are seen as little more than unproductive beings that are a waste of time and valuable resources, a problem to "take care of."
Well, now that I'm in a pleasant mood…..
I'm going to take a break and visit my cousins that I think arrived about 20 minutes ago ;)
Friday, July 9, 2010
"Things are definitely on their way up under the tree. This morning there was not only an old lady with a triangle, singing songs to the children, but she also had some puppets with her and was telling the children a story. The strollers stood in a circle, closer together than usual, so the children could better see her. I wanted to join but the old lady was not pleased to see me, in contrast to the other caregivers who happily waived, so I did not stay long. The show continued for at least another 30 minutes as I could see from afar. :-)
AMEN! Thanks Andrea!!!! And good luck next week...I hope things start moving along more quickly...I will be praying!
Lizzy and AnneMarie
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I think back to our life 6 months ago...our plates were full. We were busy, and maxed out. Along came Stas.
It's amazing how two sweet-tooths like Dan and I can always find room for dessert...Ricky and Stas are our scrumptious dessert! AND WHAT A TREAT THEY ARE!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
This song brings me to tears nearly every time I hear it:
Never Gonna Be Alone by Nickelback
Hope the link works.... either way, thank God for Google ;)
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
It kind of seems like that. I just didn't have to go through the first 3 years of having twins. Ah! Since Stas has been home he has spent lots of time with his family, gotten his own first pair of shoes (size 7XW---that is extra wide!), gone to 2 of his 3 therapies, and gotten more kisses than he must have in all of his life combined. Ricky is doing okay. Sometimes I think that when he smothers him with kisses, it isn't the kisses that are supposed to dominate. He is certainly letting Stas know the pecking order.
(Me and my goofy facilitator--We love you Halya!)
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Monday, July 5, 2010
AnnMarie has heart problems apparently, according to her caretakers. They said that when the heat gets bad she has to go into the doctor's office at the orphanage for IV hydration.
She is beautiful. After rubbing her body with some deep pressure/stimulation...it's like she just "woke up." She played peek-a-boo behind the stroller and caught on to the back and forth pattern of play.
I still cry when I think of the orphans left behind.
Stas is such a lover. He is so gentle. These children are lovers.
AnnMarie needs love...please search your heart for her.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Thank you to all who have made our country great. And GOD BLESS AMERICA!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
I don't have the photos of our joyful reunion with our family.The Spencers came to welcome us home. What a treat. They took all of the photos for us too. It was Judi's friend Halya who was our facilitator. Our friend now too!!!! Thank you Judi for your help and your encouragement, your prayers and your being a part of all of it. You were such a huge blessing to all of us.
It's great waking up in your own bed!
It may not be the best bed...but your mommy slept next to you
Your last time having your feet on the floor of that orphanage--AMEN!
Halya working hard (until 2am) on the train to get our court decree translated for the US Embassy by morning
Goodbye Fr. Andrew--You were "Number one in the world" or "Number von in zee vorld!!!"
Proud papa awaiting the passport
"Rock-a-bye baby" to by beauty!
Apparently they have heavy stalking laws in Ukraine (or it could be the "draft" jokes--we couldn't understand the prosecutor, she spoke Russian!)
Halya helping to prepare the documents after to court to hightail it out of there to get everything done in a very short period of time so we can get passport by closing and leave in a.m.
You are mine FOREVER now!!!
I can't help but cry EVERY time I see Stas and picture the orphans twisted in their cribs--stiffened--bottoms soaked with urine (or whatever), sitting in the communal playpen, rocking, chewing on the crib, crying, cross-eyed... It hurts so much every time I even let my mind go there. I hate it! Can't anyone help them?
Friday, July 2, 2010
Posting pix in a.m. Can't keep eyes open.