Thursday, December 29, 2011

A long overdue update and Christmas 2011...


Well...the title is pretty self-explanatory...this update is LONG overdue...over two months, to be exact. Two months of extreme craziness in our household...craziness with work, holidays, and (oh, yes) we MOVED to Arkansas! We were extremely sad to leave our friends, church, and jobs in Georgia...but, are thankful for the opportunity He has provided for us here. We have lived in our new state for three weeks...and, while it has been an adjustment, we feel excited about what God has in store for us here. We were so thankful my parents were able to visit us the week before Christmas and Warren's parents were able to spend Christmas with us! We had a sweet time celebrating the birth of Jesus and Baker's first Christmas...

The Christmas Eve Candlelight service was beautiful. Afterwards, we ordered take out Mexican (festive, huh?!) from this amazing restaurant that is close to our house and we let Baker "open" one present. Of note, I think Baker would say his favorite part of the night was tasting the bags and wrapping paper. :) 

(before the Christmas Eve Service)



Love all of that drool... :)

...AND I adore his little profile... :)

After posing for pictures with Marley... 

Baker became a little drowsy...

...but, after a change in attire he was able to open one more present from his birthmother (a precious ornament she made for him).


Christmas morning we celebrated with a bottle, birthday cake for Jesus (my family's tradition that I hope to continue in our home), and a nap before church...




(the idea for the cake was found on Pinterest...please don't pay too close attention to the handwriting...I never realized how difficult it was to write legibly with icing...no wonder beautiful cakes are so expensive!!)



After church Christmas morning, we returned home to let Baker  eat  open his gifts...


 Can you sense the excitement?! :)

 (yum!)

Baker was blessed with an amazing amount of gifts and love from our family and friends. However, I believe Warren and I felt the most blessed...by this...


...three stockings hanging over the fireplace...where last year there were two. Warren and I had a sweet time of prayer with Baker Christmas Eve...we could not be more grateful for how God answered our prayers...giving us such an amazing, precious, beautiful child to love...


On a completely separate note...due to our moving to Arkansas two weeks before Christmas my decorations were very minimal this year...but, I was proud to adapt another idea found on Pinterest...a Christmas card display. The pins that I saw called for either an old window, shutters, or a picture frame...but, I had this old screen (which I purchased for $5 at a flea market) that I thought worked perfectly. Though I'm sure you could use two or three rows, I only tied one row of twine and used clothes pins to hang our cards. I loved the way it turned out!


I was also proud to hang an adoption fundraiser wreath made by my friend Tiffanie...


I hope you all had a wonderful celebration of Christ this year! I look forward to catching up on reading blogs and writing about what God is doing in our lives.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Four months...

 Hello world...I'm four months old!



...I can now roll over (though sometimes I get stuck on my belly)...



...I LOVE to make spit bubbles...




...I'm always smiling, cooing, and laughing...



...I never stop kicking and flailing my arms...



...I often wonder why mom takes so many pictures of me (insert raised eyebrows)...



...and I adore my puppy, Marley...


Love, 
Baker :)

I hate that it has taken me so long to post an update...I am determined to "recap" the last two months which have been full of a visit from Baker's birthparents, Baker's dedication, several doctor's appointments due to reflux, our first beach trip, my first overnight away from him :(, and a trip to Knoxville. Our little Baker is such a joy! It's only been four months, but I can't imagine this life without him! God has been doing several things in my mind and heart--it has been a joyful yet difficult season--which I hope to have the words to describe soon.  However, my hearts is filled every day with the joy of our answered prayer. 

Friday, September 2, 2011

Two months and Baker's coming home...

I'm so behind on posting this picture, but on August the 7th our little guy was two months old! (next week I will be posting his 3 month pic--I can't believe how fast time has flown)!! He is just as sweet and cute as can be! Baker has the most amazing smile and laugh--he brings us so much joy!! At his two month appointment he was 12lbs 10oz and 23 1/2  inches long.




Of course we could not leave Marley out of any pictures with her little brother :)


I'm soooo excited to join 400 other adoptive moms from around the US at the Created for Care retreat this January. These mothers are either in the process or have have already adopted domestically and/or internationally. It was SUCH a blessing to be a part of this retreat last year as we were waiting on our little blessing. Andrea (one of the founders/organizers of the retreat) has been a personal blessing to me through the ups and downs of our adoption journey. God has truly blessed her with the ability to clearly communicate His love and truth.







I want to apologize that our adoption story has been so broken up...but, I most definitely want to finish writing about our journey...So, here goes...

After a long day of waiting, an emotional goodbye, and a three and a half hour drive ahead of us, we finally returned home around 1:30AM... to our sweet dog...


and our amazing friend....



who were awaiting Baker's arrival...






We viewed the nursery that our sweet friends worked on while we were away...


And spent time gazing at our beautiful new son...





...Marley had to get a closer look as well... :)


We had one more feeding...


...before settling him down to sleep in his new home...


All the while this verse continued to play over and over in my mind...


"But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, 'You are my God.' My times are in your hands." Psalm 31:14,15

His timing for our family was perfect...and He chose the perfect child for us. Baker was definitely our unexpected blessing---but, we cherish him so much and wouldn't have things any other way. I know it has only been (almost) three months--but, I really can't imagine life without him.

...So, today, we are thanking God for His perfect timing and perfect little gift...

Saturday, August 6, 2011

The Hospital...and more waiting...

I must begin this post with an apology for my delayed blogging. I began work last week...sigh...I didn't realize how difficult it would be to separated from Baker. However, I'm trying to focus on the positives...I'm so thankful to have a job where I am able to create my own schedule. I am only working two days a week in the office and one day from home (in-between his naps, that is)! Though I hate being away (and I practically ripped him out of our sitter's arms upon returning home after my first day) I am thankful that it is only for two days a week instead of five.

And, now...onto the cuteness we call Baker...






Baker has grown so much already! He is smiling more and more, laughing, cooing, and sleeping a good 8-9 hours at night!!!!! We have our second homevisit with our Bethany caseworker tomorrow and then his 2 month check-up is the week after that! Where did eight weeks go??!! This past weekend, the birthparents and the birthmother's parents came in town...it was a wonderful visit (one which I will save for a later post). :)

The Hospital and More waiting...

As I alluded to in my last post, things became extremely difficult...and, well...awkward after we walked with the nurse and Baker to the maternity floor. While Baker went to check in at the nursery, we went into the birthmother's room. She was so happy to see us...we spent time hugging and listening to some details surrounding the delivery. Everything was exciting...and felt "normal." --However, all of that changed once Baker was brought into the room. The birthmother along with the birthfather (who had not yet seen him up close) wanted to spend time holding him and rocking him. While Warren and I were in the room watching them interact with Baker we recognizing that all of these were normal birthparent activities...yet, there was a pain in my heart--Oh how badly I wanted to snuggle up next to our son...how I longed to be the one that was holding him that moment. Several minutes later, Warren and I excused ourselves. Partly because we knew they needed their time with Baker and also because we desperately needed a shower and nap. :) Later that evening, we went back up to the hospital, hoping to spend a few minutes with our son and also to have a conversation with our birthmother's mother (remember...she is only a young teenager) about our "role" while Baker and the birthmother were in the hospital. While Warren talked with the birthmother's mother, I was able to rock Baker while the birthmother was asleep in her bed. Our parents, who had minutes earlier pulled into town, were in the hospital lobby waiting on us to complete our visit. We really didn't expect our parents to be able to see Baker, but the birthmother's mother insisted that they meet him in the parent room next to the nursery. So, we all crammed in a little room so they could meet their grandson for the first time...






(side note...the lighting in that room was not conducive for quality photos...but, I think you get an idea of the precious time we had with our parents and new son)

About thirty minutes after our parents met Baker, the birthmother's mother came to ask for him (she had earlier told us that the birthmother's family was on their way to visit). We reluctantly let him go....Comforted by my father, I cried--broken hearted. Though "legally" he was not yet our son, God had already given us such a love for him...and it hurt to see him go. It was painful to watch our son being wheeled down the hall, knowing that I really didn't have a say in the matter. Yes, we were given ID bracelets to inform staff we were his adoptive parents, but "technically," until discharge, all questions regarding Baker went to his birthmother. She was able to call the shots. And, we had to accept that.

The next day, was long and hard. We didn't get to see Baker until around 6PM that night. When we walked into our birthmother's room, the vibe (for lack of a better word) had changed. We had built such an amazing relationship with the birthparents and the birthmother's parents--but, I felt distance and coldness when we walked in that evening. She was holding Baker and did not offer us an opportunity to hold him, be near him, or spend any alone time with him. So, we sat there, attempting small talk...all the while I had tears welling up in my eyes. One part of me hurt so much...it was terrible to not have the freedom to hold my son. But, another part of me was trying to understand--our birthmother knew that after her time in the hospital was over, she would not have the freedom to hold Baker whenever she desired. Of note, Warren was amazing through all of this--he has such a natural ability to make any difficult situation lighter...while I was trying to cover my tears, he was laughing and cutting up with her family. To make a long story short, the birthmother's dad asked Warren if he would like to hold Baker. After a few minutes, Warren gave Baker to me...what a wonderful sight...all I could do was look at him...while feeling an immense amount of joy.

Things then went from awkward to worse...With a room full of Warren, myself, and several of her family members, our birthmother began crying while I was holding Baker. We were asked to give her and her parents some time alone. Out in the hallway, I began crying. My heart began hurting for our birthmother. I can't imagine the feelings that overcame her seeing me hold Baker. I wonder if, in that moment, the reality of the selfless decision she was making set in...

A couple of hours later, Warren and I left the hospital with plans to return later that evening. I had asked her father if I could meet with the birthmother alone...just her and I. After the tears and tension, it was apparent that she and I needed to get some things out in the open. So, with the prayers of many family and friends behind me, we returned to the birthmother's room. While Warren and her parents went to grab coffee, the birthmother and I had one of the sweetest times--moments of my life that I will treasure forever and hope to one day express clearly to Baker. Both of us in tears discussed how difficult it was to see the other hold him--we both felt like his mother. She didn't realize how much she would love him. Though she knew adoption was the best decision for Baker and for her, she was not prepared for how difficult it would be to see him, hold him, and feed him. After many more tears and words were shared between us, she asked me if I wanted to hold Baker (who had been in his bassinet). I held him in the middle of us. While sitting side by side, and hugging, we cried more and talked about all of his perfect little features. Warren and her parents returned at this time and she asked Warren to hold him. We had a good time laughing with her and her parents--God was beginning the process of healing all of our hearts--and I began to feel like our relationships were being restored.

The next day was a day full of waiting...waiting to find out if and when she would be discharged...waiting for the caseworker and birthparents to sign the needed paperwork...and waiting for the phone call giving us the "ok" to return to the hospital. Our parents were amazing supports through all of this...my stomach was in knots as I still feared something falling through...but our parents sat with us, tried to distract us from our obvious concerns, and waited anxiously and prayerfully alongside Warren and I. We got the call around 5:30PM that day from the birthmother requesting we come up the hospital. Full of relief, we went to the hospital and completed the necessary discharge paperwork with the caseworker. Warren and I then had some alone time with Baker, the birthmother, and birthfather. They expressed excitement and joy to have us as Baker's parents. We all cried, prayed, and took pictures. Then Warren and I gave them each a necklace to remind them of Baker and of our love for them.



I have no doubt that Baker will always respect and cherish them for the difficult, loving, and selfless, decision they made.

Our birthmother decided she wanted us all to leave the hospital at the same time. She felt she would receive closure by watching us drive off with Baker in our vehicle. So, Warren parked our car in front of her parent's car...and down the elevator we all went. After Baker was handed to our caseworker (for legal purposes), Erin took Baker back in her arms and  handed him to me.




We then cried, hugged each other, and hugged Baker...


We said our goodbyes...and drove away around 9:15PM.

We were able to meet the excited grandparents (who had been patiently waiting) at Chik-fil-A before we all made our three and a half hour journey home... (I will share our homecoming pictures in another post)

These were some of the most difficult and painful days I have ever experienced. What I felt was bitter-sweet...while Warren and I were filled with so much joy that we were finally looking at the answer to our prayers, I was overcome by sadness at the same time. God has given me such an amazing love for our birthmother--and in those moments of leaving the hospital I hurt for her--you don't ever want to see someone you love experience pain...and I knew that she had days of healing ahead. She is one of the most amazing young women I have ever met. I can never thank her enough for giving us a family. I can never show the amount of gratitude I feel for making such a selfless decision at such an incredibly young age. She loves Baker so much that she is willing to experience heartache in order for him to have the life she cannot yet provide.

Though an open adoption can be tricky at times...and we will ALL have to give and take...I am thankful that Baker will have the opportunity to know his birthmother and birthfather. He is loved by them...so much so that they were willing to sacrifice their wants for his needs...What a picture of the selfless love of Christ. What He experienced on the cross must have been extremely difficult to bear...but He did it for our good. We are God's children...through the sacrifice of Christ...

Baker is now our child...through the selfless and loving sacrifice of his birthparents.  And we couldn't be more thankful!