tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25792483026704512992024-03-12T16:23:39.469-07:00Our Journey to Maggie MeiMarch 18, 2011, God placed us on a journey to find our Maggie.Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-49720924592059276082014-01-29T12:58:00.000-08:002014-01-29T12:58:02.664-08:00Visit my new blogAs of 1/29/14, I will "update" about our Mags on my new blog:<br />
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Thanks!Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-7379453687518822342013-09-29T12:46:00.003-07:002013-09-29T12:47:41.866-07:00Eighteen months home Mags has been home now for 18.5 months, and she is doing fabulous! She talks <i>all the time</i>. One of my favorite phrases of hers is "how is your day doing mom?" This morning she asked me that at 7:30a. I had only been up a little over an hour. Little joys.<br />
Our last check with the neurosurgeon went well. She had a CT Scan, which showed that there is less fluid around her brain, but there has not been a drastic change. However, because she has been doing so well (speech, learning, motor skills) no adjustment of her shunt was required. And, we do not have to go back for another year!<br />
Biologically Maggie is 3.5; in our family she is like an 18 month old. She is where a 3y.o. should be intellectually, but emotionally I see a lot of toddler behavior. She seems to be in a phase of fear if I leave her. Not at school, but when around the house. If I go upstairs without asking her to come, she cries. If a babysitter comes to the house she has a short time of mourning. 'This too shall pass' is what my mom always says. <br />
We can't imagine not having her in our family!<br />
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<br />Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-78605457860178520582013-03-24T12:40:00.001-07:002013-03-24T12:40:39.658-07:00ONE Year HOME One year home for Maggie equals one year of learning for this momma. And I have to admit, I am tired. Not just from Mags though...the other two contribute as well. It's a good tired, and I'm thankful for a husband that I can LOSE IT with at times! He talks me through so many things!<br />
I am learning that self-sufficiency needs to be hung out to dry & blown away by the wind, replaced with only the power of God in my life. I have a saying taped to my computer..."Here in the power of God I stand." I think that sums up my life right now.<br />
Natalie went through a couple of weeks of gripping fear going to school, so each morning was a struggle to get her out the door. That seems to be subsiding, but we still daily pray for wisdom with her as she tends to be pretty opinionated, leaning towards the negative. I struggle b/c we don't model negativity, so we are learning how to handle that. On the other hand, she has a sweet heart that is learning to spend daily time with Jesus and loves, loves, loves to take care of her three geckos.<br />
Jaydn is intense and his persistence at times brings me to tears in my closet. On the flip side he has the most loving/serving heart.<br />
Maggie has changed so much in this past year. Her vocabulary has blown up, making us laugh often. She is starting to throw a LOT of fits and therefore spends time daily in the corner.<br />
Nehemiah 8 says the JOY of the LORD is my strength. I grew up singing a song in church about that, but these past few months I feel like I am seeing it a little differently. Strength is not something that I have to conjure up to reap the benefits of joy. GOD's JOY is given to me AS strength. The obstacles don't leave just because I have Christ's spirit - His spirit <i>gives</i> JOY in the midst of the obstacles.<br />
I love my husband. I love my kids. God has started a work in them that helps me to know that He will take their personalities and use it for good. I look forward to one day learning what Nolan's personality will be.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;"> This Christmas season has been so fun, watching Maggie. Really watching Maggie react to Natalie and Jaydn's joy. If they are excited about getting a Christmas tree, so is she! If they enjoy making a gingerbread house than she does too! </span><br />
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I think the best part has been listening to Jaydn and Natalie tell Maggie the real story of Christmas... "This is Mary and Joseph and they had a baby named Jesus. Jesus was born to save us from our sins."<br />
Maggie has been a Barcalow for 9 months now. Crazy how the process seemed so long to go get her and then before you know it 3/4's of a year has gone by!<br />
She had her first post-op CAT Scan on Friday. That was an experience! Ten minutes of sheer panic for her. When we came out of the room, several asked her if she was ok. I told them she would take a good nap! Whew!<br />
The scan showed that only minimal fluid has drained from her head, so they adjusted the shunt so the fluid will drain a little quicker. It was amazing how they adjusted the shunt - just by holding a small box thing to her head that magnetically changed the setting. It literally took 10 seconds.<br />
We continue to thank Jesus for His provisions for our family. Maggie was approved for TEFRA, a part of Medicaid, so most of her medical costs will be covered! H-U-G-E blessing!<br />
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<br />Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-17021146680876186532012-10-25T10:37:00.004-07:002012-10-25T10:37:25.310-07:00On the other side of the surgery Last week at this time we were in the hospital room, just relaxing as Maggie came fully out of the anesthesia. By the end of the night she was riding in the wagon, talking as if nothing happened. Crazy. We are so grateful for Dr. McLanahan and his team!<div>
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Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-55795820721020078842012-10-12T11:17:00.002-07:002012-10-12T11:22:20.955-07:00Maggie's surgery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We went in for a pre-op appointment today at Levine Children's Hospital, getting all the paperwork done for Maggie's surgery coming up Thursday, Oct. 18. Matt and I feel good about it; Maggie was thrilled to sit and eat two bags of goldfish and to receive a "doctor bag". We feel very blessed to be able to take her to a top rated hospital for kids! </div>
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For those of you who are detail people... Surgery is scheduled for 8a on Thursday, lasting about 2 hours; we will be in the hospital for 24-48 hours. Our home recovery should be one week or less (amazing huh?). Her surgeon is Dr. McLanahan. No, her entire head will not be shaved, just a small section. Yes, she will be asleep before they give her IV. She will have one shunt inserted into her brain and a tube will go down into her stomach, which empties the fluid. Yes we can have visitors, once she is in a normal room. (Can you tell what questions we have been asked a lot? HaHa)</div>
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Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-61823267508320568862012-09-16T11:26:00.002-07:002012-09-16T11:29:52.787-07:00Maggie and....Nolan??? Even after six months, I find it odd that I am buying diapers and wipes again; That I am mom to a 2-year-old again. Although, I have to say that I love having older kiddos and a younger one. There is something special about enjoying both "seasons".<br />
This afternoon Maggie came running up to me in the kitchen singing her favorite song - "Mom, Mom, Mom...eus (Jesus) ove (love) ME! Yes eus loves MEEEE! Bible tell me so!" I melted.<br />
For those without Facebook, Maggie's surgery is scheduled for Thursday, Oct. 18th at 8a. Instead of two shunts, she will only get one. We were told her ventricles are open, so no need for two.<br />
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They tell us that when it comes to brain surgery, shunt placement is very routine. I am happy about that, but can't figure out how I feel about the fact that my daughter is having BRAIN surgery.<br />
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Most of you probably noticed the name Nolan in my "title". He is the little guy with dark skin that we are praying towards finding. Early on with our journey to Maggie, we both said we felt we could adopt again. Well, that thought became real in our hearts and at this point we, well, I, am researching (Matt is busy with work and seminary and being a dad) different agencies to work with, and whether or not to look in Haiti or domestically. My heart these days is, not consumed, but very aware of a little guy out there, or soon to be out there, that will be our son. When Matt pictures our four kids together, he always pictures Nolan with dark skin. That is why we say possibly Haiti. However, we are also aware of the huge need domestically. </div>
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So, we covet your prayers for clarity for us on this journey. That God's spirit would reveal to us, His timing. We fully expect our God to hand us some more miracles, as He did with Maggie Mei. : ) (We are hoping one of those is a van...seriously).</div>
Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-37537003338255927482012-09-03T15:55:00.002-07:002012-09-03T15:55:50.878-07:00God is still showing off......and we are so incredibly GRATEFUL!!! I had to share what God is doing in our home.<br />
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We have been hit pretty hard with some bills as of late. And on top of those bills we received the initial statement, before insurance, for Maggie's MRI - close to $12,000. Can you believe it??? I can only imagine what her brain surgery will cost! So, we have in the back of our minds that, medically, the bills will always be there.<br />
Anyway, since I don't work much in the summer, we have been super tight, not even knowing where the money was going to come from for some things. HOWEVER, in faith, we journaled in our Jehovah Jirah book (where we write every way that God provides for us) that we were laying all of the bills down before Christ, believing that although we cannot see where the provision is coming from, it will come. That was August 31, not even a week ago.<br />
Yesterday at church I shared with a friend our journey with the finances.<br />
Today, that friend dropped off a check that covered all of the bills we were struggling to pay and then some!!! We were floored! Humbled! She said that the money wasn't really hers to give...they were just waiting for the Lord to share with them what it was for!<br />
Y'all, Jesus did a lot of showing off on our journey to Maggie, and now He continues to remind us that He still owns it all and we can just know that His provisions are absolutely unfathomable!<br />
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<br />Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-39590628873637665032012-08-21T14:12:00.001-07:002012-08-21T14:12:49.674-07:00Five months HOME Just this week two people mentioned my blog to me, so I figure it's time to update y'all!<br />
August 7th marked Maggie's 5th month as a Barcalow although it's like she has always been here! She continues to amaze us with her understanding of English in such a short time! She is talking quite a bit, mimicking everything. And she is now running, which is so fun to see; still working on jumping though!<br />
Today she had a MRI on her brain to check the amount of fluid and to see what the ventricles look like. The neuro docs are thinking that shunt placement is in the near future. So, Friday we will find out the results and what they want to do as far as surgery.<br />
I'm pretty anxious to get those results. She is getting along so well and originally the neuro docs were saying that due to lack of pressure on the optic nerve she wouldn't need shunts yet. Then when we went in for her 3mo check, we were told that although she has compensated very well, it is only a matter of time before her progress plateaus, due to the amount of fluid in her head. And we have always wondered how long it would be because her head is VERY heavy. Even so, she is such a happy girl; so FULL of joy!<br />
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Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-139536736729240512012-07-03T13:40:00.000-07:002012-07-03T13:40:35.755-07:00Contentment is necessary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
The longer I know Christ, the more grateful I am that He alone can give me contentment. I need it in so many areas of my being...really. Let me talk about my reality, because that is where God meets me. </div>
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<b>I want to be able to take our kids all kinds of cool places over summer break</b> but don't have the funds. Now, let me clarify. We are not poor, but we don't have a ton of money just laying around either. With seminary bills and medical bills, we have to decide the best use of the "fun" money. Sometimes I wonder if I would struggle so much if so many around us didn't have a lot of money. Hmmm... God meets me in this struggle on a daily basis and every time I take it to Him, He wins. My outlook changes. I find joy in spending time with my kids at the pool or just hanging at a friends house. Just the other day some very generous families gave our family Carowinds passes. We have already went enough to make the money worth it. It has been great family time! We consider it another provision from God! A blessing God didn't have to give us, but He did!</div>
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<b>I want many THINGS.</b> Curtains all around my house, a minivan, a pergola in the backyard, new mulch, a new bathing suit, new pots and pans. However, none of those things would make my life any more wonderful; they would just be filling a want. Jesus says that "life doesn't consist in the abundance of our possessions". (Luke 12:14) </div>
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<b>I want to be able to make budget on groceries. </b>Seriously. I so struggle with this one; always going over! How does God help with this one? Contentment comes in all shapes and sizes my friends! Sometimes it is by giving me the discipline to put things back on the shelf that aren't needed yet. Sometimes it is by providing the meals for us - the other night we went to a church get together and came home with enough leftovers for two meals! </div>
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We continue to pray for Nolan. Matt and I can't figure out where the finances are going to come from, with bringing a fourth into our family, but on the flip-side, we have a peace about it; we know God will provide. Crazy how that works.</div>
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I love my children. What I do not love is summer break. There are some fun moments, but to be honest, the LONG days around the house are tiring to my mind.<br />
We have a whole lot of arguing amongst the two oldest in our home, and a WHOLE lot of 2 year old fits. We handle the fits so differently than when Natalie was two. Now I get a kick out of what the fits are over. Today alone Maggie has thrown a fit over...<br />
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<li>Not being able to put on the undergarment that I was putting on : )</li>
<li>Not being able to ride an adult bike</li>
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Whew! No wonder she has been taking three hour naps! : )</div>
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Natalie, our oldest, has a heart of compassion. If one of us is hurt she jumps into action. She is outside washing our truck as I write; she didn't even want help. I was so impressed that I offered her $4. </div>
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The last couple of days she has made some really great decisions in how to handle things in her world. And she is listening to advice. The whole listening thing has been a real struggle for her in her 9 years of life. It has been a source of frustration for Matt and I, and yet I so see myself in her. That part in her that feels stupid having to be corrected. That part that doesn't want to have to learn one more thing. We pray that she will become teachable. That she would see that, as Scripture says, it is good to learn; the wise add to their learning.</div>
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Jaydn, our second, has a very giving heart which is such a great quality! But Jaydn is an absolute pro at persistence. Not endurance, persistence. Such as: continuing to ask for something even though we said no. Telling me over and over why he doesn't like what we are having for supper; asking every two minutes if Natalie's turn on computer is done and his is up - even though the timer says she still has 10 minutes. </div>
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Maggie, the one for which you started reading this blog in the first place, is a smiley, playful, music-loving, fit-throwing joy. She is coming into her "own". I cannot overlook the sheer JOY that she has in the morning. As if she remembers the walls she used to wake up to. </div>
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I feel like Maggie has always been here. But this week we have seen where she is not completely adjusted to her surroundings. She really struggles when I leave the house. Even if it's with daddy, who she loves. I am her security and God is molding me to be ok with being needed so much. I have been quoting 1 Peter 3:4 <i>"...instead [your beauty] should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight." </i>It's the words gentle and quiet that get me. I've been allowing Jesus to help me meditate on those words and what they look like in my life. Hopefully those characteristics are seen in my parenting. </div>
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We are becoming "settled" as a family of five and yet we see another in our future. We believe God has called us to adopt another. A little boy with black skin. When we pray for him, we pray for Nolan. Right now we are praying for God's timing and God's direction as to where Nolan is. Haiti? That would be great as Matt's heart is so much there. Domestic? We don't know. But we would covet prayers on the journey.</div>
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Gentle and quiet in spirit. This adoption journey, and the 2nd one to which we believe we have been called, have opened up a new pathway to learning about my God. In times of frustration I can be quiet, knowing that because GOD knows, I will not be overwhelmed. In times of weariness with being a mom, I can still be gentle, b/c it is GOD who works in me; stopping those harsh thoughts from coming out of my mouth. </div>
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Well, I don't know how many people still read this blog and if they do, how many made it to the end of this book. But, I sure do feel better! haha</div>Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-89279436149341992722012-05-28T06:17:00.005-07:002012-05-28T06:17:53.896-07:00Memorial Day...One year ago today One year ago today we saw her picture. Today she is our daughter! We didn't know that we needed her, but God did!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She found Jaydn's goggles</td></tr>
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<br />Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-79966125553148341252012-05-17T12:56:00.000-07:002012-05-17T12:56:48.974-07:00Just had to share Maggie started going to preschool about 5 weeks ago. At first I tried her in my 2yo classroom, which only made me have an hour breakdown (literally - man! those tears wouldn't stop). SO, with encouragement from my teacher friends, I put her in another 2yo room. Every week the "hand-off" gets better. She still SCREAMS (as soon as we turn the corner to her room) but now she lunges for her teacher while screaming, AND the screaming only lasts for a minute. She is then off to play.<br />
The room she is in is attached to mine, so we have a blanket covering the window between the two so she can't see me. I have loved peeking through to watch her play. She is CRUISING around that room now! And she is happy! One mom stopped me in the hall the other day and said, "Look at her! She has LIFE in her eyes! Look at the LIFE!"<br />
One more thing about today...she played kick-ball at school. Kick-ball! They said she gets her stance, with one foot in front of the other, and just grins. And then she does the bases!<br />
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I still have so many "oh my word, we have a 2yo again" moments! I am just amazed at what God has done in our lives this last year. On Memorial Day weekend last year, we saw a picture of her for the first time. One year later she has already been a Barcalow for 10 weeks/home for 9! C-R-A-Z-Y!<br />
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Don't ever doubt what God can do in your life. God's spirit is so unbelievably powerful, and at times unpredictable. After 2 1/2 months of coaxing from His spirit, we said yes to adoption. Hopefully we are an example of how much God can change a mindset and a heart. Maybe we will do this again sometime.... : )<br />
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Thanks for being interested in our family!<br />
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<br />Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-90835992982144340972012-05-11T12:34:00.001-07:002012-05-11T12:34:22.282-07:008 weeks home We went to see Maggie's Neuro doctor today. He was happy that she is walking and talking. He said the report on her eyes (that there is no swelling or pressure on her optic nerve; and that her eyesight is fine) is HUGE. So, we thank our God for that!<br />
Just this past week, Maggie decided it was time to let go of our fingers and go it on her own! She is wandering all over now. It is such a joy to watch her wander and get into everything! And her babbling - so sweet! She will mimick everything now. Not all the words are clear, but she is trying.<br />
I mentioned that Maggie was approved for Babynet last week, which gives her in-home therapy. We should start that within the next 2 weeks. A plus to the program is that if she still needs help at 3yo, she will transition into the program at Sugar Creek Elementary, which is where Natalie and Jaydn go! AND, I was just told that there is transportation with that also!<br />
Natalie and Jaydn continue to do well with our family transition. Natalie has a hard time coming home after school to find that Maggie is still napping. I have to close Maggie's door all the way so that Natalie won't peek in and wake her up before it's time. HaHa<br />
I do think the "newness" of a cute little sister is starting to wear off though, as they have both made comments that she is bothering them. I just smile and listen.<br />
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I realize that some of the pictures below, some of you have seen on FaceBook, but they are for those of you who are not on there. : )<br />
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<br />Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-1147970840004529172012-05-07T17:28:00.001-07:002012-05-07T17:28:08.015-07:00I don't have a title... This Wednesday Maggie will have been home for 8 weeks. Crazy! She is such a sweet little gal. Natalie continues to tell us that she was a great addition to our family!<br />
Last week Maggie was approved for BabyNet in SC. As a result, she will be able to get varying therapies for free. B-L-E-S-S-I-N-G. We are just waiting to hear from one of the two organizations we picked, to tell us when she starts. Someone will come to our home weekly and work with her. We are thinking she will need speech, and maybe help building the confidence to walk on her own.<br />
She is mimicking everything now. Words, dancing, singing... She LOVES music!<br />
This week my goal is to write out our journey for Show Hope, which gave us a huge grant to bring Maggie home. I finally feel like I have the time to sit down and write it out. Hopefully it doesn't end up as a book. HaHa<br />
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<br />Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-19719446751050324472012-04-30T17:17:00.000-07:002012-04-30T17:17:28.731-07:00Just a sweet day I went away on a Women's Retreat with my church this past weekend. It was wonderful! It was also nice to come home though; I do love our home.<br />
Maggie remained with me the rest of the day after I returned home. Often holding my finger, or just playing close. So sweet.<br />
She is deciding to walk by herself more and more each day. Today she even played on her tricycle, which was a first! Normally, if outside, she just wants to walk with me or Matt.<br />
She is repeating things all the time now. If Matt or I call for one of the "big kids" she is our echo. She ends our prayers with "A-Men!", and can say a verse, "God made ME!".<br />
She is a true blessing, as our Natalie and Jaydn. We are beyond blessed.<br />
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<br />Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-82308947897084568672012-04-24T15:42:00.002-07:002012-04-24T15:44:15.941-07:00Getting better all the time Just a quick update on Maggie. She went to the nursery this past Sunday and did fine! And these first two days of school this week have been MUCH better!<br />
Around the house she is becoming more comfortable by the day; doing LOTS of wandering! Love it!!!<br />
Thank you for all the kind words and prayers, making sure I, mentally, made it through last week! God moved in my heart and mind for sure!<br />
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<br />Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-21354624577408051512012-04-19T17:31:00.001-07:002012-04-19T17:31:09.126-07:00Whew! We are tired!<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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As far as journeys go, today has been an upward climb. This day started with tears for me, just not looking forward to going to work with Maggie. Sounds awful, but just speaking reality. </div>
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I told the Lord on the way to work what I envisioned is different than what our experience has been. </div>
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Maggie lived within 3 rooms the first two years of her life. She wasn't taken outside because they didn't have enough help to take 7-10 one-year-olds out. So, in my bubble world, I thought that when she saw everything that we have for her, everything offered to her at Playschool (where I work), she would want to jump right in. And that is not what is happening. She is choosing to be loved on, rather than to play; being held over toys. Imagine that. Our most basic need. To be loved. </div>
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For Maggie, she was cared for, but not much with physical touch. So, we are filling that cup up for her. But to be honest, it takes a toll on me. I LOVE our Maggie Mei. Love, love, love her. But as far as attachment goes, it is me she adores and wants the most attention from. </div>
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I keep asking the Lord, 'why is it that some days I feel too tired to be needed so much?' Simple answer? Because I am not God. </div>
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Scripture says in Isaiah 40 that God <i><b>never</b></i> grows tired or weary. NEVER. I can't hardly keep my eyes open past 9p. And my awesome husband has picked up all my slack today b/c I have been so weepy. It's hard to fathom never being tired or weary. </div>
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One of my favorite songs right now is by Bethel Church, called One Thing Remains. (look it up on youtube if you haven't heard it) "His love never fails, never gives up, never runs out on me." I could sing that all day long. I think the 'never runs out on me' is what my mind smiles at so often. Or maybe 'never gives up'. It's a toss-up. Either way, I say to my God, Thank you Jesus. Thank you for being so incredibly big and awake. I so need You!</div>
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<br /></div>Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-82428457320806345962012-04-15T15:36:00.000-07:002012-04-15T15:36:14.912-07:00Update on Maggie's pending surgery In the last post I was waiting for a call from the neuro doc's office. We received that call this past Friday. Dr. McLanahan's PA told me that they were sure the eye doctor would find swelling and pressure on her optic nerve, because of the amount of fluid she has in her head. HOWEVER, the eye doctor said there was NO pressure and NO swelling on the optic nerve. Maggie's eyes are right where they should be for a 2yo!<br />
As a result of that diagnosis, Dr. McLanahan said there is no need for shunts right now! Our next step is to meet with him on May 11 to go over any questions we have and then meet with him every 3 months to keep an eye on her!<br />
So, she may need surgery in the future, but not right now like we were thinking.<br />
Thank you for the continued prayers!<br />
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This was taken at Maggie's first time at the strawberry patch. She was not a fan b/c we wouldn't hold her the whole time. : )<br />
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<b>Is Maggie saying any words? </b>Everyday she is saying something new, in English, although she seems to understand everything. So far we have:<br />
* 'Ba Ba Choo Choo' (Bye Bye Choo Choo - she was scared of the train that goes by our house several times a day so we started saying goodbye to it)<br />
* Hello and hi<br />
* Daddy, Mama<br />
* adlie (Natalie), so far no Jaydn<br />
* Thank you<br />
* No, no, no<br />
* ta da, aka: all done. (Kind of sounds like 'take that' but she always says it when she is done with something)<br />
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<b>When is her surgery? </b>We don't have a date yet. As of this past Monday, our neuro surgeon has the results from her eye appointment. So, we are waiting for a call from his office telling us whether the next step is a MRI or surgery to place 2 shunts.<br />
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<b>How are Natalie and Jaydn adjusting?</b> They are both doing GREAT! They are completely in love with Maggie. The only complaint I hear from Natalie is that Jaydn is lovey to Maggie and never to her. : )<br />
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<b>How am I doing?</b> Maybe this is where I should have started this post. From the beginning I have said that I want to be real about the emotions of this journey. When you are going through all the paperwork, there is excitement, I absolutely loved it! When you get home you have to face the reality of raising a two year old. Lots and lots of laughter/joy, mixed with frustration and loss of personal time.<br />
Am I glad we adopted? ABSOLUTELY! Has it been an adjustment? YES, for my brain. Natalie, 9 and Jaydn, 7 are pretty self-sufficient. I am able to get a lot done with them. Throw Maggie in there and now my world has been altered and I have to learn to be content with getting one thing done a day.<br />
Do I still feel we were called to bring this little girl into our family? ABSOLUTELY!!!! Just because God calls us to something, does not guarantee an easy ride all around. In fact, scripture says that we WILL have struggles, but we have ONE who is bigger than all the storms.<br />
This has been hard for me, but I see God all over it in everyday life. I handle the tantrums differently. It's as if God gave us a "round 2".<br />
[Let me back up a minute and tell you that Maggie is very, very much like Natalie at 2. We knew by 18months that Natalie was going to be strong-willed. As is Maggie. Stubborn, knows what she wants, when she wants it. She is also like Natalie in that she sucks her finger (with Natalie it was her thumb) and holds her blanket close to her face. So adorable. And funny! And smart; she catches on to things very quickly.]<br />
So now in this round we take what we have learned and apply it. That is, with God's help. The sweet spirit of Jesus has been reminding me to take just ONE day at a time. He is also teaching me that CONTENTMENT only comes from Him. I am convinced! I am learning to be content whether I get 4 things or 1 thing done a day. I am learning to be content with little spending money. Having not worked for 5 weeks, spending money is a little thin, but I am good! God provides. He provides me with sanity and contentment, and I am thankful.<br />
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Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-14179984005540137452012-04-01T18:22:00.001-07:002012-04-01T18:25:01.649-07:00Tears, giggles & a doctor appointment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> This was Maggie's first Easter egg hunt. The above picture tells it all. She wasn't interested in the eggs at all. She was upset with me because I took her from walking with her hand on the stroller. She even threw a couple of two-year-old fits while there. Too funny! I definitely handle them differently the third time around. : ) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Her walking has really improved over the last week, to where she is only holding one of my hands and is basically pulling me towards where she wants to be.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> These pics are from bath time (obviously). It took her three weeks, but she now LOVES bath time. Lots of giggles and time trying to catch the water. Pure joy.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> This is one that my good friend caught while Maggie was listening to worship rehearsal for the youth service. That is one of my favorite things she does, with her hands on her face. Before that pic was taken she was clapping and moving to the music. Natalie and Jaydn had their fingers in their ears b/c it was so loud. Not Maggie, she thought it was great!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> This Tuesday is Maggie's appointment with the ENT specialist. He will be checking the pressure in her brain. I was glad to hear that he works with lots of pediatric patients, b/c I'm not sure she is going to be an easy patient. My prayer is that the doctor will be able to find out all the information needed SO THAT we don't have to wait (or PAY) for a MRI. Prayers are appreciated!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Thank you for following along about our family! We are blessed with our newest addition! In the words of Natalie..."Mom, I think our family is better now, with Maggie in it. It's much funnier!" </div>Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-66181358604814354082012-03-22T17:12:00.000-07:002012-03-22T17:12:52.378-07:00It's been one week and one day HOME<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNnEmvWjPNWWXAVyLFt9b1NaSY3i9Vzap_x4BMWimxVM7yNCIljj62aExxUm_1UpYhKxXUfQwtDQHboHeuyeZvt-YfLwud3h2QqU_X_hPvJ0JqUHnaNLKWJTGDL-DHM2Qgv5gi2BOt0QQB/s1600/292220_10150641189593542_578888541_9461209_2066477529_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNnEmvWjPNWWXAVyLFt9b1NaSY3i9Vzap_x4BMWimxVM7yNCIljj62aExxUm_1UpYhKxXUfQwtDQHboHeuyeZvt-YfLwud3h2QqU_X_hPvJ0JqUHnaNLKWJTGDL-DHM2Qgv5gi2BOt0QQB/s200/292220_10150641189593542_578888541_9461209_2066477529_n.jpeg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuk9I6QgvPbnznKLCJYaRl-g2rT3HnSZjjtYcXRAPbaLvJcLHRaxlRBkkcCCM2Uj_rLavqAd7DyK7ZnX8Vhf0t-pd1iuH1B3qLepj3wEmWXYmgBS6icbosrB6fRBDgXCsrOfx9_MovlSqW/s1600/314100_10150641189478542_578888541_9461206_82410523_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuk9I6QgvPbnznKLCJYaRl-g2rT3HnSZjjtYcXRAPbaLvJcLHRaxlRBkkcCCM2Uj_rLavqAd7DyK7ZnX8Vhf0t-pd1iuH1B3qLepj3wEmWXYmgBS6icbosrB6fRBDgXCsrOfx9_MovlSqW/s200/314100_10150641189478542_578888541_9461206_82410523_n.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
We brought Maggie back from China one week ago yesterday, and we are continuing to celebrate small milestones...<br />
*Today she read a book and played in her room for the first time. She has been so fearful of that room.<br />
*She has been playing on her own around the house more and more each day.<br />
*She is becoming more relaxed when we are around "strangers" (although it is a good thing that she is attached to us)<br />
*She SAT in the bathtub the other day for 5 minutes without crying. : ) We were having to have one of us hold her standing, while the other washed.<br />
*She does fine with her car seat.<br />
*She can give "high 5," blow kisses and give kisses.<br />
*She learned what ketchup is today, and how good it is with CFA fries. : )<br />
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There are so many new things for her. She felt the wind in her hair the other day and would take a deep breath in and giggle, while moving her hands through her hair. So sweet.<br />
When she sees her stroller she wants out of our arms and in that seat. She knows we are going somewhere!<br />
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On a medical note: We took her to the neurosurgeon in regards to her hydrocephalus and dw malformation (cyst at the base of her brain stem). She has what they call "massive hydrocephalus". She has about 3x the fluid on her brain that she should. It is his opinion that she will need two shunts to drain the fluid. One at the top of her skull and one lower. Those will drain the fluid and relieve pressure on her brain. However, our first step is to have an eye appointment on 4/3 to see if the eye doc can figure out how much pressure is on her brain; if not, she will have an MRI before placing the shunts. We will keep everyone updated.<br />
Matt and I have a peace about it all. Thank you for all the prayers and support!Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-40904801298380687002012-03-20T08:44:00.000-07:002012-03-20T08:44:15.712-07:00This one is reality mixed with joy I want to be a testimony to the greatness of my God. I want to be known as a woman who is in love with Jesus, but not to appear as a Jesus freak; never really thought it accomplished much to cram Jesus down peoples throats, or to be so heavenly minded that I miss the reality of everyday life. I just want to be a real human being, with needs and desires like everyone else, but in the midst of that understands my need for a Savior.<br />
Does anyone wonder where I am going with this? On a blog, which was created for bringing home our third kiddo? I will let you know...<br />
We brought Maggie home 6 days ago. She has done AMAZINGLY well with the adjustment. She is a JOY for sure! And yet, in the midst of the joy, I find myself with selfish thoughts. I am quickly remembering what it is to have a two year old. How that little one wants constant attention. She doesn't care that I haven't folded the laundry done yesterday, or that I need to empty the dishwasher, or need to look at our budget, or just pick up around the house so my mind doesn't go insane, or that I still have winter decor around that needs replacing.<br />
My mind is so full of me, even in the midst of a new child! Never fear though, I have given the honest thoughts to Jesus. Asked Him to touch me, breathe over me, speak over me; whatever He chooses. I need it.<br />
So, Jesus reminded me how much in love with me He is. Within 5 minutes of journaling those thoughts above, a good friend from Indiana called me. She has two adopted children so she understands our journey. She told me my thoughts are completely normal. I have to adjust too, just like with any newborn! Imagine that! She said that Maggie is biologically 2, but within our family she is a 2 week old. What does a 2 week old do/need? To be held, comforted...a lot!<br />
Jesus used that for my heart and mind. I am so very thankful.<br />
Then I listed to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-ZtKzw-ipo&feature=related<br />
Such a great reminder to my soul...the greatness of our God. So beyond me. I like that. I need that.<br />
Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579248302670451299.post-10591738533426885552012-03-19T04:01:00.000-07:002012-03-19T04:01:39.172-07:00Crazy, but Good, Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Maggie has had many 'firsts' these first days home. The main one being Levine's Children's Hospital. Saturday morning she took a tumble down about 10 stairs. She was crying at the bottom but seemed a little spacey. Because we had yet to check into her "hydrocephalus" we were told to take her in, just to be safe. Well, it ended up being a blessing because we were able to get quick results of her CT Scan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> We found out that she officially has hydrocephalus (fluid on the brain) as well as a Dandy Walker malformation around her spinal cord (basically a cyst at the brain stem). So, today we will be calling to get an appointment with a neurosurgeon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Through that whole time at the hospital Matt and I felt the amazing peace of our God. The spirit of God will never cease to amaze me! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> On a less stressful note, we took Maggie to the park and she loved it! So much giggling! She also tried out our trampoline for the first time, which she also loved!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> She seems to know home already. Our biggest hurdles right now are creating a nap and night time routine and her learning that I cannot carry her EVERYWHERE around the house. Not too bad if you ask me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUYBaHDxD2ilmUJPXLkQcufd8unlCPB6RfkaD2gpmgfCSDECHdwidyL7JcEL3Q2z-Kuwkbf6ffKRVHy1nLGsklDk3N_2aox7MbxJTeeSx5kduyLwJ9WkMMXsqK1TKW0AJiX-ttaGcFKw0/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUYBaHDxD2ilmUJPXLkQcufd8unlCPB6RfkaD2gpmgfCSDECHdwidyL7JcEL3Q2z-Kuwkbf6ffKRVHy1nLGsklDk3N_2aox7MbxJTeeSx5kduyLwJ9WkMMXsqK1TKW0AJiX-ttaGcFKw0/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="212" /></a>Modeling their 'silks'</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuJkouX5c1n7r3El-qBAhVL0PG2F87PRqBTow_tC6sTQdD3Z-9p0OfBqeL8CHXuUqbJdTyPYSqC26ovzA9fX1_C7n1SAV4y810qkbR9cwiOxFQUevfx-AzcG_x-VWOT0dMaTL9VJ6SXwf/s1600/IMG_9052ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuJkouX5c1n7r3El-qBAhVL0PG2F87PRqBTow_tC6sTQdD3Z-9p0OfBqeL8CHXuUqbJdTyPYSqC26ovzA9fX1_C7n1SAV4y810qkbR9cwiOxFQUevfx-AzcG_x-VWOT0dMaTL9VJ6SXwf/s320/IMG_9052ed.jpg" width="213" /></a> First time on the trampoline</div>Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905559030582417851noreply@blogger.com1