tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61964892750659574602024-02-22T12:14:01.145-06:00Animal Crackers for TwoBringing our Children home
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http://reecesrainbow.org/sponsordavis-11 Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-17372294338011180102019-06-17T05:22:00.002-05:002019-06-17T05:22:49.786-05:00Father's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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With everything happening I did not know what day it was. Whether it was Saturday or Sunday. Sitting calculating funds and mark off the day till Wednesday. The day we find out about our children's passports.<br />
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Our Gotcha Day was rushed. What was suppose to start with paperwork on a Monday went to Wednesday which caused us delays getting home. The system here is totally a mess. They deliver passports only one day a week to Donetsk. Then they will be forwarded to Kiev. Even expedited they are delayed. A country of unexpected issues or problems. Children lay dying when families are available. Funds stand in the way even when a family saves for 5 years still they are short. Without the love and support of others.<br />
Being short of funds not just my biggest worries. Children at home needing their mom. A young boy who had been through so much anger and abuse. Eleven years to work on. Erasing the nightmares of prior medical procedures which caused major anxiety and out bursts. These two children were not cute little toddlers dressed up leaving their orphanage. Two children which when you touched them from behind they jerked and screamed.<br />
During orphanage visits they were full of giggles and being quiet. As if the lights turned on so did their personalities. The day arrived about 2 days later fits and demands. Asking visitors to purchase them large gifts when I tried to explain we need to budget. Nights they both would wake as we slept and bite off all the food or sneaking food. Nights lately have been I fo not have to sleep. Or no to everyone and everything. Fixing food only to say no. And them throwing it away asking for junk food. Knowing darn good and well the orphanage did not provide food.<br />
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Hearing stories of who abused them. Hiding under beds in closets. Each day is getting bettet but so much anger inside they both have built up. The language barrier is hard even knowing some of the language. The loudest of their voices when you are trying to talk to another adult about important matters. The phone is the worse. Makes you wonder why a 11 year old child is supplied a cell phone and is on FB talking to older women. His phone given as a gift by an couple who cared for him. Only for him to use to communicate with other children in orphanage. Not all older are saints or needing rescued. Many scared, damaged in minds. Telling other children their organs will now be harvested and sold. This week I've dealt with broke windows, doors and screaming for things they demand. Daily it gets some better. Communication is better. Assuring them they will be safe and okay. Still they sneak food till they throw up. I sleep with one eye open. I honestly wonder what the flight home will be like. They both team up now where one child tries to distract me as the other gets in stuff. Very sneaking. I've noticed when a man speaks they are quiet but a woman they try and direct their screaming to try and get their way.<br />
It will take patience and time. Trust a big issue. As my new son broke a window he hid glass and matches in his pocket when we went to a medical exam. The Dr found it examining him. He explained he was told his organs would not be removed. This I did prepare myself for. A boy I fell in love with bitter with anger from abuse. When adopting Katya she was 5 she threw fits of angry, refusing food. Hitting and kicking others.<br />
Not wanting to be judge but more than I had planned on or expected. Being the parents assuring them but also correcting them to do what is right.<br />
The other day I had major pain sat in. Patrick watched them as I showered. Before I could turn the corner Sophia became violent towards Greyson and him back. Respect for each other needs to be learned as well as respecting one another's things.<br />
Again I did not know today's day because my day was filled with Chaska. That evening I called to wish my husband a Happy Day and kept my day to myself.<br />
Sometimes we vision of saving these children. Especially the older ones. We need to remember they have a pass that a few days will not erase or repair. Even the strongest of parents get tired and worried. Nightly I pray things calm down. Praying to figure out this apartment. It is full of bugs a dead mouse and beds that had been full of dry urine. I sleep on the couch and line the bed with clean towels. Trying find cleaner living conditions for everyone we can afford. Before accepting an apartment walk inside for a tour. Conditions here not the same in U.S. but staying in an apartment to share with mice n bugs not healthy...Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-46499512619457220842019-06-15T04:40:00.000-05:002019-06-15T04:40:39.602-05:00Additional days to waitAs we prepared to leave this Friday only to find out children's passports not ready. <br />
This means extra funds we have to spend. And having to stay longer means extra time off for Gary to care for kids.<br />
Grayson has many emotional scars from his pass. Alot of anxiety and anger built up inside him. Quickly his mood changes. He has issues slamming and breaking things. One reasons why I do not post as I wish.<br />
Through out his body major scars if abuse. Many times he jerks and flinches when touched. He is presently on meds to help control his anger and emotions.<br />
Bringing him outside he tends to run off but thank God he turns back around. A very rough last 2 weeks with him. Presently we had to repair two glass panels on a door. He picks up glass and them hides it for protection. He fears hospital and the day he had his exam it was a major melt down. Dealing with his anger has not been easy. Once home we will reeval his meds and seek therapy for him. We've been translating through Google translate to communicate. I advise anyone adopting bring your spouse on pickup trip with a child with emotional issues as Grayson does. <br />
This week with all of this I am running out of medication. I was told about two weeks this trip but closer to a month.<br />
Gotcha Day is not all roses with all children .These two children have been severely abused emotionally and mentally. Some moments are good but many outbursts. <br />
Night time I have been sleeping near the apartment door to keep Grayson inside. He wonders the apartment and eats all the food we purchase then throws it up. Feeding disorder. I've got little sleep since they came with us. Get plenty of rest before any Gotcha Day .You'll need it. I found out older children much difficult than younger ones to handle.<br />
Today's goal find some meds for me. And find away to control Grayson's outbursts.<br />
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Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-58083846261763292072019-06-15T04:20:00.001-05:002019-06-15T04:20:40.830-05:00Grayson and Sophia passport photos and new birth certificates<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-54626988112174403002019-06-15T04:15:00.001-05:002019-06-15T04:15:42.986-05:00Delays and worries<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-69265328029853364292019-06-08T02:19:00.001-05:002019-06-08T02:19:54.332-05:00RealityReality...<br />
I just found the time to write about our Gotcha Day.<br />
The morning was filled with many tears and hugs from orphanage caregivers. The Dr who cared for our two children I wished we could have adopted and brought home. A tiny petite lady whom I dearly grew to love. She taught both children love and kindness. Daily she provided their meds, medical care etc. Instructed Grayson how to take his meds and become a young man.<br />
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Once out of the orphanage the walk to our van not once did they turn back. Slowly waving to the Dr we drove away. The trip started about 8:30 am and we drove to passport office. A 4 hour drive over bump roads. Then we filed documents and headed to Kiev. Then another 12 hours. Stopping a few times for restroom, meds and food. We finally arrived in Kiev. It was rainy, apartment we had arranged we could not find. Plan 2 head to another apartment till Saturday then move once more. <br />
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So far I've spent over $1500 in trains & drivers. We still have a week left to go. Hotels from Thursday to following Thursday- a week about $550. So a third of the cost of driver and train. <br />
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Currently we are at our first apartment. $60 per night. Two nights. Then the second apartment a week, so about $500 more.<br />
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Lodgings much cheaper away from Kiev. Simple standard apartment. Plenty of stairs to climb. So pack light if traveling.<br />
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Next post more about children.Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-50154735877271947262019-06-03T22:04:00.003-05:002019-06-03T22:15:41.680-05:00One day closer to coming homeAfter arriving in Kiev we went right to bed. Between moving quickly from one plane to another then a 30 minute ride to our hotel.<br />
With the time difference we had to rest once arriving. Being up over 26 hours we were exhausted.<br />
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Prior to leaving the US I had to visit my doctor. Not any good news to share. Only some complications had arrised. Staying with Jake a week at the hospital and him checking out the day prior I had to have another check up myself. Unfortunately my cancer has spread. Problems now with blood pressure, thyroid disease and diabetes. Being placed on news meds prior to travel is not working out to well.<br />
It was awful arriving in Kiev sitting in a wheel chair. Niko met us and drove us to get Greyson's birth records. It was a 4 hour drive there n back<br />
We waited 3 hours to have it printed.<br />
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Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-42241986123145300682019-06-03T21:52:00.000-05:002019-06-03T22:10:26.461-05:00The SeaWe are now in our children's city close to the sea. A 8 hour express train ride and another 5 hours by car. Today the kids decided to swim between the many hours of chasing paperwork. Me I slept and soak in a little sun.<br />
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Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-13064830781158648042019-05-25T22:21:00.001-05:002019-05-25T22:21:55.213-05:00The hard part about being a parent of a child with an illnessBeing blessed as a mother both by birth and adoption this has been the most rewarding time of my life.<br />
I've experienced infertility, miscarriages, still borns the death of a toddler this has been the hardest part if being a momma.<br />
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I knew when I was very young I was going be a momma of many children. Daily I dreamed of my children and caring for them. If only it were like my dream of being a mother this easy. Nothing good goes without struggling and plenty of prayers.<br />
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This pass two years our lives were planning to adopt a young boy named Clyde. I admired his photo daily. Even dreamed about this child and our family shared his picture. Behind this photo a child I never met but also grew to love. Like many other families adopting we think about the children we visioned in our families.<br />
I learned his photo with a tear in his eye open our hearts up. As time went on into our adoption months turned into over a year. We waited for this particular child then found out he was unavailable to adopt. Our hearts were disappointed but this twist in God's plan was not for him but two other children. Two children who were older and waited much longer. Both with the lost of both parents and needed a family. Our Lord placed Clyde to bring us to them.<br />
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Both these children with disabilities and one with one kidney a donor one. If not adopted he will eventually die. A little preteen girl with major ortho needing to be repaired. And in her country surgery would be costly and impossible. <br />
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I could write and tell you how noth their smiles have a story to tell. A pass of paim and heartache. Growing up without a family. And their future for both limited and short. I could share their tears and laughter but it needs to be once home.<br />
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No child, a matter of fact no one should be without a family to love them. These two children are only two of thousands. There is 147 million orphans in this world. Each time a child is adopted one less orphan. But daily they are replaced with new arrivals. New faces, each with a story to tell, a pass history and each with hope.<br />
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We are days away from traveling. It has been difficult. Not an easy process adopting, many delays, many unexpected expenses and many tears.<br />
Not just tears but trials.. Trials in faith and trust. Daily my heart turned worries to our Lord. Two women who I met off FB devoted their time to advocate. Both adopted mothers. Through their kindness and love they gabe up their time to help. One night I cried out to our Lord. I know I'm a good mother, not a fundraiser by all means. I prayed for funds and some days begged. Funds we saved used to update documents, passports etc. <br />
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One day my prayers were heard and through them. Many-many hearts open up. Like an army of from our Lord came to help rescue our children. So many people, many I never met stepped up and open their hearts. Through thus journey not just donations given but prayers. Much needed prayers. As the devil tried to jump in a wedge in to destroy our adoption our Lord was stronger. <br />
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Finding out about Cancer brought me to my knees. I know it was not to be a punishment but an eye opener. I've always been the one to help others but now needing help myself. I felt like I felled as a parent. I am suppose to be the one to protect and guide others. Not trying to live in pity but felt fear. Losing my best friend Sarah to cancer and then my husband Tim. Not being selfish in worry for myself but I told two more children I was going be there for them. Mother and love them, cherish them and help them grow. Hardest part next to losing a child is knowing as a mom there could be the possibly of leaving them orphans again.<br />
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I've pack weeks or actually months prior. Folding and refoldimg their clothes. Visioning them in them and watching ad they step out the gates of their orphanage once last time . This will be my last trip traveling, last adoption and our children are all finally home. ❤Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-87411877039456388212019-05-25T21:41:00.001-05:002019-05-25T22:22:34.112-05:00Prayers for Jake** Part two<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-5413474558186026972019-05-24T00:51:00.000-05:002019-05-24T00:51:04.780-05:00Prayers for JakeEven when sick Jake is always happy.<br />
Leaving him last night was hard. It took me three times of bye kisses before I lefted. Trying to finish up things at home Gary stayed with Jake.<br />
Last night it was hard sleeping without him at home. I kept waking thinking I heard him calling my name. One if Jake's favorite words momma and dada.<br />
When I arrived at the hospital Jake was heading for his scope. Once in recovery only to find out. He will be there another couple of nights. Tonight we found out his GI Dr stated once again he is not be absorting calories and Jake is basically starving inside. Jake has been on a feeding pump for years and enzymes have been changed repeatedly. Some days Jake refuses to eat so he survives iff jis feeding tube feeds.<br />
I love my son ❤. These pass 6 years it has been filled with giggles and smiles. But also meds, therapy, chest compressions and endless Dr visits<br />
I hate Cystic Fibrosis. It robbed us of knowing his sister Gennie-beane. But through Gennie we met her brother Jake. I know our Lord is watching over our sweet Jake as he is holdimg. Gennie till we see her again.<br />
Praying Jake is released from the hospital before I travel. We will be hiring a nurse while I am away. And praying he does well so Gary can meet up with me to help bring Sophia and Damien-Greyson home. <br />
Please pray for Jake to grow and gain his strength. Also for the Dr to try and complete his scope to find out what is best for Jake.<br />
This has probably been the hardest of all mountains. I place these worries in our Lord's hands. May he heal our son. Please again pray for our Jakey Snakey ❤Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-28816412211889009372019-05-22T23:32:00.000-05:002019-05-22T23:32:04.229-05:00Leaving in a matter of days.<br />
I've haven't posted because I 've been ill. My son Jake today admitted into LSU Oshcer's Hospital. This afternoon after running from my own Dr carrying Jake to be scoped. Praying that his is not cancer also. Jake has been battling Chronns disease and C.F.. He has been dealing with blockages and stomach pain. Weight gain is slowly increasing. But he started throwing up again. Praying his upper and lower tract is being freed from these painful uclers. Tomorrow this scope will give us some answers. My health also not as I wished. So much to worry about.<br />
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We are down to just days. And praying Jake is out before I leave to travel. He will be with his Daddy and loving siblings as we traveled. Older siblings taking shifts to help Dad keep the boat/crew at home okay.<br />
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Normally I focus on fundrausing but this week it was impossible. Very soon it will be going on two years of paperwork, travel and worries. We applied for grants and loans. But still waiting. Airline tickets purchased one way. Now raising the funds for return tickets and a ticket for Gary to meet us during final week.<br />
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We will need his help coming home. So please Jake is released and well enough by the time I depart. It seems since November 2018 our lives have been in a roller coaster. One mountain after another. Broken leg, trees totaling our car, me getting Cancer, Gary bein injured, my brother passing, Jake being ill, the list of whoas never seem to end.<br />
Please we need prayers in healing. We need everyone around us especially pray for our son Jake. And also Damien staying strong as we travel home.<br />
I thank God for two special women who helped our children Chastity and Laura in helping wuth fundraising. Marsha for driving us to the airport and picking us up. Our many friends who donated and prayed. And older children for caring for their siblings.<br />
PNachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-40574125000290110132019-05-11T21:23:00.001-05:002019-05-11T21:23:36.836-05:00All our bags are packed and ready to go..The time is Getting closer. <br />
Our matching grant us getting closer.<br />
Only $327 is needed to help us with the funds we need incountry.<br />
Once our FSP on Reeces Rainbow is reached we will receive and additional $900.00. :0)<br />
Praying that I wake on Mother's Day and we are there.<br />
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So many fees this trip and the biggest expense is return airline tickets.....Please our family needs this boost in funds....Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-36040899717810984012019-05-09T18:20:00.001-05:002019-05-09T18:20:14.892-05:00Anonymous Angels Matching Grant<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Presently we have a 900 mstching grant.<br />
Each dollar will be doubled once we reach $8304 in our FSP on Reece's Rainbow.<br />
You can also donate on the link attached to directly to our PAYPAL Account.</td></tr>
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Please help us bring these two children home.Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-91557676556151837382019-05-09T18:15:00.000-05:002019-05-09T18:15:07.760-05:00Fundraiser for Davis Kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At the moment we have a 900 dollar matching grant and need about 500 quickly to double the funds.<br />
Once this grant is met it will cover USCIS fees if $720 and $1000 for passports. ($1720) AA grant 1800 leaving us 80 towards food.<br />
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We have left remaining return airline tickets $3000, hotel fees 17 days $850, visa's $650 for both children and medicals $470 ($4970) I almist forgot food for 17 days and $850 ($5820)<br />
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Doesn't sound like much but this adds up quicklyNachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-7535182771360749722019-05-09T18:00:00.003-05:002019-05-09T18:01:29.694-05:00PackingToday we started packing our luggage.<br />
Sage- now named Damien Greyson we started with his luggage first. My grandson Christian helped chose and pack his clothing. Adding in a couple of Lego sets.<br />
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Barbara- Sophia the girls chose her clothing. And added in some girly toys. Hard to believe in just three weeks both kids will walk out their orphanage gates.<br />
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<br />Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-14682228141934393972019-05-09T17:52:00.001-05:002019-05-09T17:52:08.703-05:00Almost thereIn just 3 weeks we will be traveling to start the process if bringing our children home. It has taken nearly two years and many turns and twists.<br />
Two children will be traveling half way across the world. And from no brothers or sisters to a large family to love them. No longer will they go to bed in an orphanage but their own bed, new pillows and bedding. A place they can close their eyes and wake not worrying about food, being cold or alone.<br />
A family who cherish and love them always.<br />
❤Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-72148750069940112332019-05-04T18:55:00.001-05:002019-05-04T18:55:41.196-05:00WE GOT A GRANT AND NEED YOUR HELPWe were blessed with a $900 dollar Grant and I need your help.<br />
Every dollar donated we will receive a dollar.<br />
Today we received $150 and now need $750 as soon as possible.<br />
Once done this will give us in all $1800 to cover Passports, medicals on kids and Visas.<br />
God help us moved mountains through out our adoption and he will guide everyone in helping bring<br />
these two children home.<br />
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So count down has begin...<br />
Every donation I will send you an Adoption Car Decal.<br />
Please I am begging for these funds to meet this grant...<br />
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<br />Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-19189996109432947102019-04-30T16:27:00.001-05:002019-04-30T16:35:05.786-05:00Poppy-sue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's Poppy. ❤<br />
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Our family adopted Penelope February 2015 from a little city called Kharkiv. She's our little princess and chatter box. Penelope was given the nickname Poppy after a flower I loved as a child. Growing up in England the Poppy filled the fields and hills. A field of beauty... And this beauty reminds me of the soul of my precious child.Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-74646703117268079142019-04-29T18:58:00.000-05:002019-04-29T19:06:16.086-05:00Another set back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Easter Day was beautiful and the children had a wonderful time hunting and decorating eggs.<br />
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With my dad in the hospital we have been running back and forward up into the late night and wee mornings. This week as Gary went to carry Poppy to bed he tripped and lost balance. He tried to move Poppy forward to keep from dropping her. </div>
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Unfortunately her left leg moved behind Gary's back. Gary's shoulder and arm hitting the ground. Poppy not once cried as she hit her leg on the floor. Gary's arm and shoulder swollen and bruised. We checked Poppy out, no bruises, bleeding, nothing. The following day her leg puffed up. A quick trip to her Dr then to the ER to xray her leg and pelvis. Her leg snapped into. We spent the weekend in the hospital. Had her leg set and finally home. This pass weekend we had planned to fundraise<br />
locally the funds we needed to travel on. Gary's shoulder-rotar cup shattered and arm badly bruised.<br />
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<br />Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-28117738073409526092019-04-24T17:39:00.003-05:002019-04-24T17:39:38.858-05:00Gennie-beanieTomorrow it has been 6 years since my daughter Gennie's passing. My heart dreads this day. A day I wish I could erase. I hate cystic fibrosis. A disease which I knew little about besides meds, therapy and medical appointments. Quickly I found out this disease can take a child from giggles to her grave.<br />
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My baby girl was only 3 years old<br />
Just a baby waiting to grow. She held her first tomato just the day before. That week before hunted Easter eggs and her basket still full of candy. Her bunny laid still on her bed.<br />
As if the wind wisp her out of arms like a balloon drifting to heaven. Helpless us how I felt as I handed her to paramedics. Watching helplessly. <br />
I ask god many nights clear the moments of this day. Six years later I still hear her giggles and her bunny now sits on a shelf.<br />
I've been ask why I allowed myself to love a child that was dying. Never once did I actually think she would die and c.f. was this evil of an disease. I've been questioned still questioned why adopt a sick child.<br />
Sage now name Greyson is a sick boy. Our son.. We fell in love with him instantly like we did Jake and Gennie. Something about him and each if oue adopted children. We felted inside they were meant for us to love them. Someone ask why add grieve to your family again?? Why disable or sickly children? This can make any person defensive or what to argue. Turning away and not answering back is not<br />
me. <br />
Sometimes people who have not adopted or care for a child with a disability would understand. Adopting a child any child it is not easy. Adoption should not be of pity or that you are saving a lost orphan.<br />
Some nights I sleep little, eat last and read the same books over and over. I sing to my kids and I can not carry a tune.<br />
I am where I run from super market to super market in search of unicorn and catacorn cereal. I've learned pouring another cereal in an empty box does not trick my kids. Our kids are smart.<br />
Some nights I've talked to several of my grandkids calling to say good night to our younger kids.<br />
I learned wach of our children love different jelly. Some like bread some bagels. Each different, each unique, each perfect. <br />
Tomorrow I will rise when I want to sleep the day away. Pull up the blanket and sleep. Tonight I'll buy donuts, sprinkles and all . Tomorrow I'll drink my tea and watch our children get a sugar buzz from donuts. Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-54942589740467493422019-04-23T22:24:00.000-05:002019-04-23T22:24:35.971-05:00Counting down the days <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With court completed and days of waiting are over we raised enough funds to purchase our tickets to travel.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Daily packing our luggage a little at a time. This trip will be roughly 2 to 3 weeks. </span><br />
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One great thing us the weather is warmer so no heavy coats to worry with or winter clothing.<br />
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Excited knowing we will see our children again. And this trip they will be traveling home. Their rooms are being finished up. New bedding, pillows and painting the walls prior to leaving.<br />
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The pass couple of months we have been working on making one of bathrooms handicap abscessable. This will make it easier for Sophia to shower.<br />
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Greysin loves legos so trying find him a few sets to start up with. Sophia loves baby dolls and girly things. Sophia is going love havin sisters to play with. Greyson will have plenty of nephews his age to built things with.<br />
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Trying to pack light, which is not working to well. We will be staying at a hotel so trying to limit having to things laundered. So I've packed one week per person, extra socks and undies. Packing ziplock bags so we can purchase bake goods to snack on in evenings. Bread and bake good are amazing.. I will share more photos this trip..<br />
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Again please pray and share our children FSP on Reece's Rainbow 🌈<br />
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<br />Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-7457959259788119562019-04-10T22:50:00.000-05:002019-04-10T22:50:00.447-05:005 Days left, passports and medical<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Five days left and our children are able to come home. Just wished we were there to check them out. So we wait and raise the funds we need to pay our airline tickets.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Without new updated passports we cam not travel. So still waiting on Passports. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It looks like May now till we travel so trying get some of everyone's medical appointments done. Once they arrive we can book our tickets.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wished we had some updated photos to share with everyone. But right now trying to finish the school year befote traveling</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Overly thankful for everyone who has helped us and that is helping us. Many people I am especially grateful for their help. Please remember every dollar donate you can receive a deduction on this year's taxes. So if you need and extra tax credit think of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can also donate your Delta ir United air miles to our air travel account. </span>Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-83924696611183255082019-04-07T23:13:00.000-05:002019-04-07T23:32:41.254-05:00I'm suppose to be the oneRough day here. My grand daughter Mileena in the Philippines had to have a blood transfusion. I wished I could have been there and be there to take turns caring for her in the hospital. Children get sick easily and even the best of parents can not prevent an illness like this.<br />
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Today Jake hasn't felt to well. Scares me... What would I do without my son? He wakes me with his smiles daily. Even after throwing up during the night he smiles. Nightly on my knees I pray for my children.<br />
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Losing a child is difficult. OurbGennie Jake's younger sister died from Cystic Fibrosis. One day she was full of giggles the next day she collapsed in my arms.<br />
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While visiting Barbara-new name Sophia we met our newest son. On RR they called him Sage and his new name he chose was Damien. We added Greyson for a middle name and he will go by Greyson. Greyson was in one of her classes. He was in the back of a room away from other children. Due to him getting sick easily he stayed his distance. His eyes were always facing downwards. Very little eye contact. When we ask to meet him and get his referral we learned this child had a rough start. Born in prison as his birth mom was serving time. After being released she found out he was ill and she lefted him. She just handed him over and walked away. For years he told his friends his mother was returning for him. Quickly the years passed. He had lost both kidneys but our Lord blessed him with a donor kidney. This boy needed a mother and also a father. The day I looked in his eyes he was meant to be our son. No walking away...<br />
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Hard part about life when you try your hardest sometimes bad things happen. While preparing for court the worse news ever being told over a phone that I was diagnosed with Cancer. Not the news I wanted to hear. I need immediate surgery and treatment. But no turning back now. Two years I worked on our adoption. Many set backs and mountains I've climbed to turn around.<br />
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Today I now am fighting to live not just for me but for me to live to raise our children. I will not allow this boy to be an orphan again. I will fight for my children and win. <br />
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I want to be there to hold my children should they get sick or need a mom to talk to. Soon we will travel to pick them up. Please pray I stay well during this trip. Pray they stay well and we get all the medical and surgeries they also need. We are blessed God will guide us over this mountain. And once home guide me through this illnesd.<br />
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During this adoption this is the biggest mountain ever...<br />
Please advocate for all children waiting for families..<br />
Please pray for each and every adopting family as they struggle through the paperwork and mountains. ❤Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-76467399884822144122019-04-07T15:27:00.000-05:002019-04-07T15:27:19.314-05:00Clocks a tickingDown to just days to purchase our airline tickets. Our thirty days are up on April 16th. This means children are ready to leave and us to be there.<br />
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Currently I am trying hold iff on surgery fir myself till children are home. Cancer was not in our plans nor anyone person. I cried when I watch my first husband slowly die of Cancer. My plans are to beat it so I can raise our children.<br />
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I am just very thankful it was not my child or a friend's child. I've been ill before but not like this. Makes a person open their eyes even wider about how easily we tend to place our own needs last. As parents we stop for our children needs and most times it takes an illness to make one stop. Seldom do I get ill. I am a giver, protector and the person that is always there for others. Seldom I ask for help or need it. <br />
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Both Gary and I are harder workers and stretch ourselves. Many days and nights we sail by one another in shifts with our children. Parenting a child with special needs can be hard some days. Many sleepless nights, countless medical appointments, therapies and medications. Not a day off did we not appreciate or give thanks for. Finally when we get everyone's health on good grounds dang if I do not get ill. Not just ill but something I can not fix. I'm bad about trying to fix things but sometimes God has other plans. Maybe his way of just slowing me down a bit. I've had many hard times in my life. Losing my mother, husband Tim, our twins and my Gennie-beanie. Like the little train that could I kept moving along little by little.<br />
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On the 26th of April anniversary of Gennie-beanie earning her wings. I miss her dearly. Everything about her I miss ❤. So happy I know I will hold her and see her again. Such spunk in such a tiny little soul.<br />
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Praying we have enough funds shortly and our new passports arrive so we can travel. But right now we need enough funds for airline tickets and right at 6,000 short for tickets and incountry travels. Both these children are worth way more than this. I've prayed and prayed for a miracle. I know our Lord will guide us over this big mountain if worries. Please again share our children so we can raise these funds.Nachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196489275065957460.post-90730712643419863602019-04-02T14:32:00.000-05:002019-04-02T14:32:06.901-05:00Court and CancerSince returning from Trip one I haven't felt do well. Luggage still packed and grant applications sat close by to be filled out. Much of our funds used to update documents and travel. Saving some of our remaining funds for travel for Trip 2. Luckily we found reasonable airline tickets. And we flew close to the city which saved us several hours if travel time. It cost us a tad bit more on travel costs. Not feeling well and to be able to visit the children earlier we chose to fly to the nearest airport. We found out before departing luggage costs weren't included in airline tickets. Another 40 Euro for each 2 bags (80) about 100 plus US dollars. And then prior to returning we left donations so it put us back to only paying for one bag another 40 Euros. 150 or so we did not plan in our budget. We ate breakfast at hotel, no costs. Skipped lunch or ate a small snack of fruit from Breakfast. Then dinner we purchased a few things from store to eat. So about 2 dollars for both of us dinner.<br />
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Prior departing for Trip two. I had not felt good at all. So I went to my doctors. You think having updated our medical exams so much and great clearance all would be okay.. Our doctor referred me for additional blood work and tests. As I repacked my luggage I found some things Sage had given me. A photo of us as a family. Knowing this next trip officially we would be their parents. <br />
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A few days prior of leaving this pain got worse and I had no energy. Thinking maybe first trip was just a little from rushing to get documents for court and rushing from plane to plane. ✈<br />
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As I was packing up final items I git the worse call to return to my doctor. I was then scheduled to see yet another doctor. The words cancer was mentioned. Then I explained we are heading for court and please call me the results of all tests.<br />
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Boarding our flight I felt dizzy and nausea. This is not me. Upon arriving a difference in time of 7 hours night where we were and daytime in U.S.. Preparing for court the next day. I found out and confirmed it was cancer. And it had spread. <br />
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Court as we stood. Our medical clearances were honesty correct at the time we had done them. Nit planning on cancer. Both children watching as the judge read each child's history. My son both in Prison and his mother abandoned him once out because his kidneys were failing. He told his friends daily his mother was coming . He cried as they read his life openly to everyone. He had ni family nor a father who had cared. How could I leave this child? A child who I love and dreamed for as our son.<br />
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Barbara giggling through court all I could think of is I gotta beat this cancer. No this is not fair. Cancer us not fair on anyone. Once home these children will have endless family, dogs, cats, brothers and sisters. Most if all be cherished.<br />
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I chose to wait for treatment and surgery. My choice... God got us this far and be darn if I give up now. I've climbed mountain after mountain. <br />
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The children are legally ours. Praying God helps us bring them home. Financially we took out loans, saved and sold things to get this far. Please pray with us during this time. Also pray as I go through surgery and therapy.... God blessNachalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07405622018557928382noreply@blogger.com0