In Limbo

It feels like this past week, I've been just hanging in there and waiting. Things are about the same with K: he's still up at CHaD. He seems tired of being there. Baby I started daycare and that has been a tremendous help. I feel like we have no great direction or plan right now with how life will be after K is discharged and I'm supposed to start doing Pre-K stuff with Morgann. She is begging me to do school and teach her to read.. The planner in me doesn't like that. I know things will work. The Bible tells us in fact that it will work out, however, my plans are not God's plans and His timing is not my timing, and I just need to wait. Waiting is hard. Probably a lot harder than God intended it to be, however, I make it hard.

what to say, what to say...

These past two weeks have been eventful to say the least. In fact, the entire summer has been quite eventful. This is the first week in almost 9 weeks, that its just us at home - that being, Me, Rich, Morgann and our foster kid(s). It has been nice just being us for a few days. We love having guests stay with us, but this a welcomed change.

Our sweet little foster son, K, is now at the Children's Hospital at Dartmouth. Please pray that the doctor's have wisdom and help correct his problems. He's been quite a sick little guy. He gave us quite a scare on Sunday night. Thankfully we acted very quickly and he was able to turn from critical to stable very quickly. We won't be able to visit K every day, but trust that God will take good care of him while he is at CHaD.

Its been quite a learning experience. Its really made me realize how much endurance humans can have, especially when they are trusting in God. I faced a very scary situation in the ER, where, I thought previously, I would never be able to withstand something like that, however, once I began to pray, and pray hard, I was given strength that only can come from God. God continues to provide for us and take care of us. We don't know what the future holds for us and our sweet foster babies, but we will just rest in knowing that each day is a blessing. I wrote earlier about fearing the loss of our foster son W. I learned to cherish the time I had with him, as I did not know how long he would be with us. I was heartbroken when he left, but God comforted us and brought us new blessings. Our foster twins do not replace W, but give us new joys (and trials, and lots of spit up and poop.)

Its not to say that I am not tired. I'm exhausted. I'm emotional and a bit cranky. But God is getting us through this. We are blessed to have each other, these sweet boys and our sweet, patient and ever helpful (but not always obedient) Morgann.

Funny faces

People are fascinated by twins. I know I like to look at twin babies and coo. However, our twins don't exactly match us at all. They don't look a thing like Rich or myself. Me, being a hyper-Caucasian, especially look nothing like these sweet little bundles of joy (and poop, spit-up, and drool).

Leaving the hospital, we were stopped about 3 times by people who wanted to coo at these little boys. They'd first look at the babies, make funny baby noises, say how cute the boys were and then look at me and Morgann. Then their face would say it all - how did they get babies that look like that? I even had one well meaning, but out of line lady ask me: Do they look like their father? My bad response: I don't know. Hahahaha!

Last night, we went on a walk, this time with Rich, and we got the same reactions. It was kind of funny, but also makes the puritan in myself want to say: I promise! I did not cheat on my husband!

Oh the funny joys of fostering.

T for Two

And T for Twins
And Two Twins for me.

Oh boy. Make that Oh boys!

2 eight month old baby boys.

Baby I is already here. Baby K will hopefully be well enough to come home soon.

Please pray for us as we adjust to life as a family of 5 and for Baby K's health.

I know we can do this. I know it will be hard. Make that, I know we can only do this with God's strength. And as someone told me the other day: God wouldn't have sent them to you if you couldn't do it. I agree.

That Mom

Rich, Morgann, and I went to Maine for a long weekend. We had a super fabulous trip. It was nice to get away from people and spend time together. As most of you know, we lost our sweet little foster baby last week and we really needed the time to heal.

But that's not really the point of my post, just the setting.

On our journeys in Maine, we headed to Freeport for the evening. We had planned on going to a free Blue's Traveler's concert at LL Bean. Now, Freeport is a quaint idyllic Maine town that has sold out to commercialism, yet, cons its visitors into thinking that they are not in fact being commercialistic because the outlets are all located in historic buildings. I could blog on about that being the ultimate sell-out of all, but thats still not my point. Perhaps another day...
The atmosophere of Freeport is described basically as: LL Bean wearing, reusable bag toting, Mclaren stroller pushing, caucasian shoppers (who in fact are a lot like me.)

It was a bit crowded and Rich and I just weren't feeling it there. We wanted to get away from people and were just a bit critical of Freeport because basically outlets have somehow taken over the entire historic downtown village area. We were being just a tad bit judgemental, no doubt.

But a cute little local candy shop sucked us in. They had a big display of kiddie candies - paper dots, gold coins, lipstick candy, wax bottles, candy necklaces, all the good stuff - even totally un-politically correct candy cigarettes! Then I saw whistle pops. Morgann was allowed to pick out 4 pieces of candy - she had chosen a candy necklace, a lipstick candy, Neccos and was debating the last one - and I, being That Mom, pointed out the whistle pop to Morgann - Morgann look! A whistle pop! You can make noise while you have candy!! She was more than delighted. We paid our $1.10 for her candy picks and left the store. She picked out her first piece of candy, which of course, as the whistle pop. I happily gave it to her and she began to loudly whistle her whistle pop. I just laughed. I was then That Mom who allowed her little girl to loudly whistle her whistle pop while going from store to store (while not purchasing anything.) Rich said that I would end up on some mom's blog about how dare that other mom let her daughter disturb everyone with that darn whistle pop. After she finished her whistle pop, we decided to skip the concert and just head on to Bath, Me, where we enjoyed a quiet evening out in a non-crowded, less touristy town.