Saturday, July 12, 2008

Eight Months

These monthly photo shoots are not nearly as easy as Olivia gets older. She is more interested in pulling the monkey's ear tag off (which she successfully did) than looking and smiling at the camera.


You want me to look at what now? Can't you see I'm busy?


Hey Monkey, now that I have your ear tag firmly in my hand, let me tell you a story...


This week Olivia has mastered the following skills:

*Pushing her walk-behind truck without assistance
*Saying "Mama"
*Eating more finger foods, like shredded carrots and little bits of banana
*Figuring out how to fit blocks inside the block-shaped hole on one of those shapes toys.

Our little girl is growing up so fast!

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Thoughts on transracial adoption

In case you are new to this blog or haven't noticed, my husband and I are both of European (German) descent. Olivia although VERY light-skinned, gets her beautiful dark curls from her fairly dark-skinned African-American (AA) birthfather.

When we first started researching adoption, one of our considerations was whether we'd be open to adopting a child of a different racial or ethnic background. We discovered quickly that with many agencies, it is both less expensive and quicker to adopt if the couple is interested in adopting a baby who is fully or partially AA. The reason for this is that such babies are considered "difficult to place". Frankly, there are more birthmoms carrying AA or biracial babies who want to place their babies for adoption than there are couples willing to adopt them. The agency we were planning to use had stated that their average placement time from homestudy approval was 3-6 months.

My heart went out to these babies, who were just as precious and unique and beautiful as any other babies and just as deserving of a loving family who could support them.

However, there are many things to consider when signing up to become a transracial family. We weren't comfortable with the idea at first. We had actually ruled it out on our preference form for the agency's information session.

It seems funny to me, looking back, because we were comfortable and willing to consider any other mix...Asian, Hispanic, Caucasian or any mix of these that may be available...but AA was out of our realm of consideration.

That is, until our counselor friend called us about this birthmom who wanted to place her baby. I truly did not think my husband would go for it, but he was willing to meet the birthmother as soon as we learned about her and her situation. From that point, there was no turning back.

We still had our doubts. During our whirlwind of a homestudy, we sat with our caseworker and listened while she discussed the challenges involved in a transracial adoption. We participated in the colored beads exercise (which I hate). We began to understand how snowy white our world really was. We had to watch a video on transracial adoption in which a handful of adoptees explained how their world was affected by being raised in white families. A video in which only one of the interviewees was entirely satisfied with her life situation. A video which left us feeling like complete losers who would ruin this child just by being her parents.

We met with friends of ours who had recently adopted a biracial child so we could learn more about their experience. We were stunned by how dark-skinned their half-caucasian child was. Were we really prepared to become a minority family?

We were, however, committed to this birthmother and this child. We had decided that God had handed this situation to us and expected us to make the best of it. After all, there are no guarantees with any child, biological or adopted, but it is up to us to do the best with what we are given, and that's what we were determined to do.

Despite the doubts and questions, we marched on, bugging our caseworker about the homestudy completion date and buying up baby clothes and items on ebay. We prayed for the birthmother, made plans to travel and discussed baby names.

If you've read our adoption story (see sidebar), you may remember the dream I had the night before the C-section. The dream in which I saw our daughter for the first time, with her light skin and full head of hair.

That next day, we both saw and held our daughter for the first time. From that moment, she was our baby. There was not a shred of doubt in our minds that she was meant to be a part of our family.

Life is weird like that. We spend so much time planning and worrying and preparing for all the things that could possibly happen, wondering if things will go well, wondering if we can handle the challenges. And then life happens, and it's not anything like you had imagined. You get through this challenge, and life takes on a new state of normal. You start to forget what life was like before entering this new reality. You finally realize that your life would not be as full without the experiences and circumstances that brought you to where you are today.

As we start thinking and talking about a second adoption, we'll revisit the whole transracial issue. In truth, most people don't realize that Olivia is mixed race. Most people think she's Italian or part Hispanic or something, and a few people don't even bother to realize that she's not biologically related to us. I guess they think the hair is just some wild gene that has been lying dormant in us. If we choose to adopt a biracial child the second time around, he/she is very likely to be much darker and obviously mixed race.

What would be Olivia's reality, though, if she had remained in her birth family? She'd still be a biracial child in a white world, except she would only have one parent and likely live most of her life in poverty. This is the reality for a lot of biracial children, who are often born to young, single, white mothers who are ill equipped to give their children a positive perspective on their AA heritage. Many of these children are not born into happy circumstances.

Over the years, we will undoubtedly become more familiar with the many issues we will face in raising Olivia and our other future children. We will learn more about other cultural and racial realities. We will help Olivia discover her identity as an adoptee of caucasian and AA descent. But most importantly, we will help her understand her identity as a unique and precious child of God, with gifts and talents and a story all her own. We will take what God has given us and do our very best. We will never deny Olivia's racial identity because that is a part of who she is. She is beautiful and wonderful and we are so blessed to be her parents.

There is always going to be a lot of debate "out there" about the merits of transracial adoption. But it doesn't matter to us. We didn't choose this...it was chosen for us. And it is a perfect fit.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

The best toys aren't toys at all.

Olivia is in a stage now where her favorite thing to do is whatever she's not supposed to be doing. (I've heard this stage lasts a long, long time.) So, naturally, she plays with her toys for about 3 seconds each, but she can spend fifteen minutes being completely enthralled with the process of inspecting and climbing in her own carseat. Yesterday, I put the carseat in the recliner while I folded some laundry. We were getting ready to go out. I left the room for two seconds, and came back to find that she had pulled the carseat upside down on top of herself (like she was hiding underneath it). She didn't cry...it was like she meant to do that. She fussed when I tried to take the seat away, so I turned it over and let her play with it.


She laughed her evil laugh because she thought she was getting away with something.


Other "non-toys" that she likes to turn into toys include the laundry basket (turned upside down and pushed around like a walker),



Daddy's shoelaces, which are SO FACINATING,


the elliptical machine,


her stroller,


and, best of all, a CELL PHONE! I discovered that my cell phone will entertain her for hours in the grocery store. Better than any toy ever invented. So we dug up one of our old phones and let her play with it when she's trying to eat the remote or some other active electronic device. She thinks she's really getting away with something.


There are a few toys that still capture her attention. The best yet...she's learned to push her little truck without assistance and without falling! She's getting pretty fast too. I think with a little practice, she'll be walking by 9 months! We'll see...

Sunday, July 6, 2008

The bombs bursting in air...

This 4th of July weekend was quite eventful for us, despite Olivia's recent illness. She was a little tired, but other than that she was back to her usual self.

On Friday, we spent the afternoon at a family gathering with about 25 members of my extended family. It was fun, but a little exhausting for our tired little girl. She spent a lot of time chillin' outside.


After a good nap in the late afternoon, Olivia wasn't really tired at her regular bedtime, so we decided to drive a couple of miles over to where the local fireworks display was going to be. We parked and got Olivia out of her seat so she could watch. I REALLY wish I had taken my camera with me. While we were waiting, she stood in Daddy's lap and played with the steering wheel. It was so cute. And when the fireworks started with a bunch of really bright flares, she just stared in awe.

Overall, the fireworks were more fun for us than they were for her. After awhile, she got bored and started playing with the steering wheel again. I was glad that we got to go, though. Fireworks were always one of my favorite things about summer. While we may make the fireworks an annual tradition for our family, I pray that our children will never have to witness what they actually represent.

We had a bridal shower to attend on Saturday, and today we played in the yard and then had some family over for a cookout at our house. Olivia enjoyed playing with the neighbor's dog.



It was a great weekend, but Olivia was worn out! She went to bed early tonight. I think we'll keep it pretty low key tomorrow. Lots of napping and relaxing at home.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Our sweet baby is back.



The antibiotics kicked in pretty quickly, and within 24 hours, Olivia's temperature was almost back to normal. She has been sleeping A LOT (and, thankfully, slept well the last two nights, only waking once each night for more Tylenol). But other than that, she's back to her cheery self about 80 percent of the time. Right now, she just woke up from her nap and I can hear her in her crib talking to herself. "Babababababababah!" That means she's in a good mood, which bodes well for our 4th of July get-together with the family.

Must go get the princess out of her bedchamber.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Final

In a court hearing completely devoid of fanfare, Olivia's adoption was finalized today.

Because of various circumstances, none of our family was able to make it to the hearing. This was fortunate because the hearing lasted all of 3 minutes, and Olivia cried through the whole thing.

It turns out that the whole teething thing that seemed to take a nasty turn yesterday was actually the beginning symptoms of some nasty infection. I still think she's teething, which just adds insult to injury at this point because she has various sources for her misery. She slept very little last night, sleeping in 30 and 60 minute intervals all night. The Tylenol and ibuprofen didn't seem to be doing much for her fever...at least not for long. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep during breakfast, which she NEVER does.


Our hearing was scheduled for 9:00 a.m., and we left the house at 8:00. By the time we arrived, Olivia was burning up. She had been moaning some, and by the time we entered the courthouse, she was shivering (it was over 80 degrees today). We waited about 15 minutes for the hearing to start, and by then she was at her wits end. It was a constant "I'm sick!" cry...not a wail or scream, just a pittiful, constant sob. Thankfully, the judge and attorney were very understanding, and as soon as we were all official and stuff, we headed off to the doctor's office.

Because of circumstances, this was the only picture we got at the courthouse (Olivia with Daddy in the atrium).


The doctor ordered some lab tests to rule out some things. The nice nurses who made her scream by drawing blood gave her a stuffed "Fox in Socks" doll. Here she is with it on the way home. You can see the bandage on her arm where they drew blood.


All evidence (so far) points to some internal infection that she's fighting. So we started her on antibiotics tonight and are praying they do the trick. Tonight will probably be a long night of fitful sleep and constant doses of medication to keep her fever down. It got up to almost 102 degrees at one point today.

So, in summary, it was a pretty crummy day overall, but at least she's legally and totally ours now. I feel like we should have felt the weight of this momentous occasion, but in the end, we were too busy being parents to our sick little girl to dwell on the meaning of the day.

Now I must get to sleep. Olivia just went down for the night, which likely means that she'll be up in a couple of hours needing comfort and more drugs. After last night, I need all the sleep I can get while I can get it.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Clingy

It can only be teething. I can't find any other logical explanation. My happy, giggly baby has turned into a clingy, moaning mess overnight.

For the past few weeks, Olivia has been working on these teeth...chewing and drooling more than usual. We have watched as the little bulges appeared on her gums, announcing that teeth were getting ready to pop through any time. Occasionally over the past few weeks, she has been complain-y at night or a little feverish, and I've even had to get up once or twice in the middle of the night to comfort her.

Then last night, I had to rock her back to sleep at 2:00 a.m., and she just moaned and sniffed the whole time. She slept this morning until 7:45! Which is significant, since she hasn't slept past 6:15 in at least a month. She's extremely congested, is running a fever, wails when I try to touch her gums, and has wanted to do nothing but cuddle all day. And my baby is not a cuddler...she's little Miss Activity and can't be bothered with sitting still unless she is very tired or sick or in pain.

She's asleep again now. So far today she has been awake for a total of 3.5 hours. And it's 2:30 p.m. right now.

We go to court to finalize our adoption tomorrow, and I'm praying that those dang teeth will pop through already so that she'll be in a better mood tomorrow. Looks like I'll be stocking up on baby Tylenol and settling in for a few days of cuddling my sweet little teething girl. Poor baby. It must really hurt to have those hard teeth ripping right through her gums like that.