Cheese with your whine?

Our sweet, sweet foster son, K is back in the hospital. This time he's in Boston. My heart breaks for this little trooper. We had quite an experience on Sunday - complete with me and Rich getting our first ambulance rides. We told K that he better get a good job when he grows up to help repay all the tax dollars he's been spending lately. But I do have very high hopes for this little boy when he grows up. He is going to be something special.

Today I am just sad. Sad for K. Sad for us. Sad for Morgann. Sad for baby I. Just sad. My tear-factory is flowing. Our hearts, energy, souls, time, and lack of sleep are wrapped up in this special little boy. Part of me doesn't know how long we can continue doing what we are doing. The other part never wants to lose him. I'm sure other parents of medically fragile children feel what we are feeling. In fact, I saw it in their eyes yesterday while down at the Children's hospital. 11 floors of hospital comitted to caring for kids. Its overwhelming.

I have been spoiled by Morgann's perfect health. We've had one sick visit and she's never even had antibiotics or a prescription in her 4.5 years of life. We see Dr. T once a year and he marvels at her immune system. I'm blessed by that. Now, when I travel with K, my car is filled with medical supplies that are worth at least 5x the amount of our vehicle.

And today, I am just...sad. Please pray for us and our sweet little K.

A weekend away

Every weekend after Labor Day, Rich and I are blessed to attend the Pastor's Encouragement Retreat sponsored by Phil Waldrep ministries. It is a wonderful, relaxing, encouraging, and basically spoiling weekend sponsored by people who have a passion for providing a weekend of solace for New England pastors and their wives. Being able to come together with so many people in the same situations as us and sharing with one another is also a precious time. (I also met two other foster parenting couples!) Rich and I look forward to this weekend every year.

Dad and Sarah came down last week for Morgann to take her to VA for a week. I hear she is having a fabulous time - though I miss her a lot today! We were able to get respite care for the boys. They seemed to have a good weekend there.

And us, well we had a perfect weekend. The retreat was great, the speakers were inspiring, the food was delicous, and we went canoeing and fishing and the fish were biting - we caught 8 in two hours! It was lovely. And the weather was perfect to boot. Life seems a bit easier to tackle after weekends like these. We are refreshed and ready to take on our crazy lives again:-)

P.S. Who wants the kids next year Sept 9-11? Anyone??

3 kids...

All three kids are at home now:) We are very happy Baby K is home and mostly healthy. Please keep his health in your prayers as he is medically very fragile.

We will have 40 hours a week of nursing care for him. I'm thankful for that - and will be able to get some good sleep some nights as he is on monitors that alarm quite often.

My brain is mush.

I hear that being pregnant is what takes part of your brain away. I don't agree. It is the kids, they must somehow suck it out when you are changing their diapers. :)

We have three kids. That is crazy. Not so much having three children is crazy, but going from one kid, to two, back to one, then to three, two of which are babies, is a bit crazy. And its only been 12 weeks since we became "true" foster parents.