First Place Kid
Allygirl won first place within the 4th-6th grade science fair category! Way to go, Ally! All your hard work paid off. Great job!
From the title, this post could be very deep and thoughtful.........it's not so read on!
I'm excited to do a review from CSN stores. They have everything you could possibly think of including toddler beds, cookware, home decor, even this super cool-looking toy! CSN Stores has given me the opportunity to do a review of a building gears toy. Grant has always been a kid who loves puzzles and loves to see how things are put together and both of my kiddos love building with legos. What kid doesn't, right? The learning gear toy lets them build using their own imaginations. The gears work together to move the pieces around.......without batteries! Grant and Ally think that it looks pretty cool. The real test will come when they actually put it together AND continue to play with it. Stay tuned for a follow up post about it and check out the other CSN stores. Look pretty cool, right?
Allygirl has her science fair project presentation this morning. I'm sure she'll do well. She grew stalactites and stalagmites from Epsom salts dissolved in water. Good luck, Ally!
Oh my! My video placement is being stubborn...sorry! This is a video of Grant singing a Chinese song "Two Tigers". I wonder if Jake knows this? Enjoy!
I will be Jake San Er's third mom. His first mom had him for 7 months before he ended up in the orphanage. He was only there a few months before moving in with his foster family. Can you begin to imagine how hard it would be to part with a child you cared for, loved, played, fed,and potty trained after three years? How is San Er's foster mom preparing him? How is she preparing herself?
When we were several weeks from traveling to Kazakhstan to find Grant, I remember the overwhelming feelings of guilt that I had every time I put Allyson to bed. She was only 4 yrs old at the time, and I hadn't been away from her for any long period of time. I missed her before I ever left her. I felt guilty that I was leaving her in the first place. In fact, I admit it, I had tears in my eyes every night of putting her to bed for those many weeks before travel. This is the tiniest glimpse that I have into what Jake's foster mama may be thinking. After all, she has cared for him for 3 years! I can't imagine what she has to be thinking. She knows by now that San'er has a forever family. I wonder if she feels guilty for not keeping him, for letting him go? I wonder if she has tears in her eyes when she says good night to him knowing that she has about one month left with him. I am so excited for us, and so sad for her at the same time. I realize this is her "job" and she knows that the point is, to get him into a forever home. However, I can't help wonder what she is thinking or how she is preparing herself. You would think that she would be so worried about what kind of home he is going to, whether he will be loved and cared for. My anxiety is coming from wanting to meet him; her anxiety must be in letting him go. Three years of caring for him! I just can't imagine how painful and difficult that would be. I just can't imagine.
I had a visit with Dr. Rheumatologist this week. He slightly increased one of my meds as my hands have still been too swollen. This med is one of the nasty ones that I had to go off a few years ago due to an infection. However, this time, I am on a MUCH lower dose; like a tenth of the dose that I was on. What is really bugging me though, is that I gained 5 lbs! That is on top of what I gained my previous visit! Yes, I'm telling the world that I am gaining weight just as if I'm carrying this child biologically. What is even more of a bugger is that when I was pregnant with Allyson, I weighed less 3 days after giving birth than I weighed before I was pregnant! When we were in the process of adopting Grant, I gained weight too. Although, I lost it all in Kazakhstan. I really don't think I will lose any in China. I guess I have figured out that I'm a "stress eater" and a "can't be cooped up in the snow eater"! Ugh! The elliptical and Bob Harper are my new best friends.
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There was a time when my fertility issues were a source of much pain. I hated not being able to do something that was supposed to be a normal occurrence for everyone else. I hated having mixed emotions when I had to attend a baby shower. It was a constant reminder of my failure. I think these are only normal feelings, even though, Eric and I talked about our desire to adopt when we were engaged. I realized how thankful I was for these issues the first time I saw Grant. Considering I have had one biological child and one adopted child, I have been blessed with both experiences. Not everyone gets those opportunities. They were both surreal. Eric and I would have never guessed that together we would have these adventures. It is better than we could have imagined for ourselves, but not better than God's plan. His plan is much more interesting than mine! I am so thankful that God gave us our Allygirl. What a surprise! I am not demeaning or belittling the magnitude of that miracle. It's just a better life than I could have hoped for. Not only am I blessed with fertility problems, I am thankful for them.
I have had my splint on my hand for a LONG time. It came off about a week ago and I have been in occupational therapy for about 2 weeks. I realized just how long my hand was "hidden" when one of the kindergarteners said, "Look, Missa W*****, You got your hand back!". She then proceeded to yell it to the other kindergarteners who "oohed" and "aahed" at my amazing ability to regrow an appendage. Yeah, I'm spectacular like that.
As I've mentioned before, I have had RA for 17 years now which means I've had a lot of physical therapy. I've discovered that PTs are unique people that strive for their patients' independence as much, if not more, than the patient themselves. They are always outgoing types that see the cup half full. Having said that, I hate PT. It just not my thing. It is, however, a necessary evil. I had to get a new certified hand therapist since my usual one changed offices and was too far away. The first time I met her, I thought it best to just lay it all out there. I told her that I really hate therapy and would go through whatever pain necessary to end it sooner. I also told her that I usually tell them when I should be discharged as I don't like wasting time. She probably thought I was a miserable old bat, but I'd hate for her to have dillusions of me spending ten weeks picking up the same cotton balls and putting them in a little box. The next time I saw her, she had spoken with my last therapist who is great as they are with the same company. She said, "Jen told me that you are the most determined person she has ever met and that you really hate therapy. I told her that I already figured that out!".
The problem is that some of the scar tissue has adhered to the tendon on my thumb and is preventing the joint that I have left from flexing. It is so extremely irritating! So far, therapy hasn't corrected it, and I'm nervous that my surgeon may be going back in to fix it. Time will tell. If anybody has any ideas (that I haven't tried) for breaking up scar tissue, comment away!
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