The last thing I need to be doing right now is writing a blog post. That being said I will type quickly so someday I can remember this part of my life. This first month at my job has been rewarding, stressful ( my husband will vouch for this, poor guy), challenging and exciting. In all....I feel like this is where I'm supposed to be...and for once...I find myself thinking about long term plans. I love working with the college students, I love teaching, I find the challenge a right fit for me. On the flip side, I hate mod classes, preparing copious amounts of lecture notes in a short time period and the disorganization which was left for me to fix. The nice thing about the "hate" list is that within a short time these things will be fixed and by next year it should be smooth sailing. I have met some awesome individuals who will support my growth as an Occupational Therapist, as a co-worker, as a fieldwork coordinator and as a person....and all of those roles are very exciting to me.
In the mean time, Mike needed toe surgery while getting a cold...and then Leah developed a cold/virus. I seemed to escape the cold/virus but have been dragging around some sort of bug/allergy/dizziness which will strike at random times but in all leave me alone. So...total meltdown occurred on a three prong level which left each of us less desirable as the days went on. Obviously, things are starting to look up and we are now at least able to interact with others in a reasonably nice manner. I think the outside world is quite happy that the sickness is leaving the house.
Leah is cruising everywhere and is starting to stand without holding onto anything. Usually this only occurs when she is distracted by some toy or object which she isn't supposed to have. Because yes....she finds a way of getting everything she isn't supposed to...despite full blown childproof efforts from her "dumber and dumber" supervisors. But alas, as she is sitting there playing with the plastic bag, she shoots you the cutest little grin and scrunchy eyes which melts your heart and you seem to forget the plastic bag at the moment. I have determined that children learn these faces as a means of distraction so they can accomplish their goal of destructive sneaky behaviors. I am glad that God has blessed them with this skill and will welcome these cute little facial expressions while she throws her yogurt all over the wall and table for the tenth time. They melt me. True love rests in those faces.
She is also becoming a little stair master. At times she gets a little energy spurt, usually fueled by daddy teasing her, and will quickly bound up a few steps in a blink of an eye. She goes up on her own with one of us closely behind.
She also LOVES swings, her wagon and riding in the shopping cart....and without enough of a conversation....will throw a tantrum when she has to get out. Of course, the more people to witness the louder the tantrum. Fun.
We are getting ready for her first birthday party. Her birthmother and birthsister will be joining us and we are super excited. We were hoping her adoption would be final but its not. More than anything it's just annoying that we are still waiting to finalize. Apparently we are just waiting for the court to set a date...but I have a feeling someone dropped the ball somewhere. Who knows, deep down it really doesn't matter I suppose.
Check back in a few weeks for her party pics!!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Week One - Check
Today completes the first week of my new job. Overall - I'm satisfied. Of course there has been ups and downs but overall I am ending on a positive note. I have overcome my first two classes as an instructor vs my previous role of student. I feel that I can now fine tune some of my basic skills and I know that I will get better and one day I believe I will truly enjoy teaching. There is something ironic about teaching my first college level course to graduate students though. My expectations need to rise much higher with this class since they actually complete the assigned readings! This is of course a good problem but now requires a little reorganization by me. Trial and error will be the game I play this semester. Hopefully by next semester I will have some sort of process!
One little disappointing fact about my new job is that I don't get FMLA until I am there a year. Doing the math means I am not eligible until next August 23rd. We wanted to start the process again in January but now I think we will need to post pone that until March or April. Technically I am off from the end of June until the end of August so we could welcome a baby during that time and then I would get FMLA starting in last August. But.....as everyone knows we have no control about when our next little angel will come home. Therefore postponing the next adoption seems inevitable. The more I think about it the more at peace I am with this little disruption. I KNOW that there is another little angel meant to be ours, I know I have no control over when or who this little one will be, and I know that God will provide. So for now, we all will continue to enjoy and delight in Leahs' abounding love and growth! She is our constant reminder that all will come together and that He will provide.
So what is Leah up to?? She is in the process of destroying my house through exploration and I LOVE it! I love that fact that I have toys to pick up every night and that she is now taunting me when I tell her stay out of the cat food. I love the fact that she tries to hide behind the shear curtains at the patio doors and at some level thinks I can't see her. I love how she gets the biggest smile on her face when I pick her up at the babysitter. I love how the babysitter and her family LOVE her. I love how all of my family can't wait to hold her, play with her and all of them are overflowing with love for her. I love how she is cutting her 4th tooth ( her second top tooth) and you would have no idea. I love how she now likes to cuddle at night before bed and how she likes to point at pictures in her First Words book. Yes...I am painting a perfect picture of her....and that's because she is perfect. You can ask the babysitter and anyone of my family members and they will all agree. So all I have to say is....Thank You God for answering all of my hearts desires and blessing me with this child.
One little disappointing fact about my new job is that I don't get FMLA until I am there a year. Doing the math means I am not eligible until next August 23rd. We wanted to start the process again in January but now I think we will need to post pone that until March or April. Technically I am off from the end of June until the end of August so we could welcome a baby during that time and then I would get FMLA starting in last August. But.....as everyone knows we have no control about when our next little angel will come home. Therefore postponing the next adoption seems inevitable. The more I think about it the more at peace I am with this little disruption. I KNOW that there is another little angel meant to be ours, I know I have no control over when or who this little one will be, and I know that God will provide. So for now, we all will continue to enjoy and delight in Leahs' abounding love and growth! She is our constant reminder that all will come together and that He will provide.
So what is Leah up to?? She is in the process of destroying my house through exploration and I LOVE it! I love that fact that I have toys to pick up every night and that she is now taunting me when I tell her stay out of the cat food. I love the fact that she tries to hide behind the shear curtains at the patio doors and at some level thinks I can't see her. I love how she gets the biggest smile on her face when I pick her up at the babysitter. I love how the babysitter and her family LOVE her. I love how all of my family can't wait to hold her, play with her and all of them are overflowing with love for her. I love how she is cutting her 4th tooth ( her second top tooth) and you would have no idea. I love how she now likes to cuddle at night before bed and how she likes to point at pictures in her First Words book. Yes...I am painting a perfect picture of her....and that's because she is perfect. You can ask the babysitter and anyone of my family members and they will all agree. So all I have to say is....Thank You God for answering all of my hearts desires and blessing me with this child.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
The Tie That Binds Us
Mike is heading out of town this weekend so it is a long weekend of just the kiddo and I. I have been gearing up for my new job which starts on monday. Today I sat down with the person who did the job before me. She is an adoptive mother also. We had so much work to do but our conversation of course led us to adoption. She gets it. She gets it without explanation. She gets it without question and without a blink of an eye. It was a really nice conversation. I'm looking forward to my next chat with her, on adoption, not work! The other cool thing about my new job is that there is another faculty member joining our team who is in the process of adopting 3 from foster care. Wow! Can we just say I was meant to work here!! Another one who gets it! I think I must have a fall cook out one evening. A place where we can talk and vent and just understand. Sounds so welcoming....I better find some invites! I can honestly say I have no idea how it feels to be pregnant or what the journey is like giving birth to your own child. Most say they have no idea what it's like to adopt. It's so nice finding those who know the adoption journey. It's so nice having a conversation where everyone else understands. I'm really looking forward to getting to know these individuals and maybe starting up an informal group. As you know Mike and I are starting to think about number 2. We had a plan but maybe after meeting these individuals its may be different than what we thought. Time will tell!
Friday, August 6, 2010
Infertility
I speak of infertility more on this blog than I do in real life. Actually....most days I do not consider my self infertile which of course is complete nonsense but for some reason I put myself in another category. Not really sure what that category is....I just know I feel like I don't belong in the "infertile" category. Maybe because we never "tried" and we never had to experience all the ups and downs of not becoming pregnant. I guess I feel like we started to play the game and immediately got a "Do Not Pass Go and Go Straight to Jail" card. At the time I didn't fully realize that was the best card in the deck. I was fairly OK with the card...but I did have a few wishful thoughts that never actualized. So why I am talking about infertility then?? I am shamed to admit it was spurred by watching the TV show "Pregnant and .... ". ( Side note...I really need to give up TV....I have done this several times in my life and have been perfectly content...how do I get my husband to realize the same endeavor?) On this show they highlight different women who are pregnant and drug addicted....in jail....have some crazy medical disorder....etc. At this point I should know not to watch. But I did. And after 45 mins of the show I had enough. I turned it off and immediately felt crappy. My crappy attitude lasted a whole 2 minutes. Because then I realized my infertility brought me the cutest, smiling, happy little girl you could ever want. So you know what life....go ahead...hand me the " Do Not Pass Go and Go Straight To Jail" card again. Bring it on....I am ready!!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Race
Yesterday Mike and I went to a local amusement park. I have never been there before and Mike hasn't gone in 15 years. After about an hour we realized that as Caucasian individuals we were in the minority. The predominat race was African American but there was also several other non-white races including Chinese, Mexican, and many biracial individuals. At first I was excited about this discovery. My immediate family unit is diverse and will continue to grow in this manner. We feel that it is important to expose Leah and our future children to diverse populations. I was dreaming of season passes in the future, dreaming of a place where my "children" would feel comfortable, at home, feel a place where they belong in every way. By the time we walked out of the park we were both disappointed and frustrated. As I write this I am still processing the day's events and am in no ways sure how this experience completely effected me.
What were the days events? Well...nothing huge....nothing concrete. I guess you could say more indiscreet minor occurrences which possibly reflected the morals of one group of the population or possibly just a few individuals who disregard the general population as a whole. I will describe in my words how I felt but of course have no idea if this is how the other party wanted me to feel or if the racial environment spurred with the fact that despite my outward appearance ( a white couple) I have a diverse family unit effected these feelings.
At no point did I feel uneasy, awkward or a sense of concern when we realized that we were the minority. We celebrate diversity and look for diverse opportunities for our child (and future children). We were respectful to others, as we always are in any circumstance. Were they respectful to us? No. One 3 different occasions individuals butted in front of us in line. We also witnessed this happening to other people on several occasions. At first response I believed this was related to a complete disregard of the general population by those individuals. After the second time though I felt a little disgruntled about the situation. The line wasn't long, we were the last ones in line, and they walked around us like we were invisible. When we spoke up they began to give us lip but then just mumbled under their breath and I believe some of the comments were racially driven. Something to the effect of it would be ok if we did it to them. ARGH! Really?!? I know that the race issue it still alive...I know that there are many individuals who do judge based on the color of ones skins...I know that suppression still occurs. On some levels I am saddened to think that this probably occurs to the offending individuals more often than it will ever occur to me....but am conflicted by the feelings of a victim. How do you rise above this....how do you teach your children about the complexities of race in our nation....how do you teach your children to overcome when it appears that others are retaliating versus overcoming? How do you respond when you have a 5 year old in tow who knows its not fair but can't begin to understand the underlying issues really going on?
On a second note, would this experience fared better or worse if I was there with my biracial daughter? If we adopt another child of a minority race and we were there as a family of four...2 white , 2 non white....what would the response be? I can't answer that....but I am sure that someday we will get an answer. Life is cumulative and I'm sure we will have lots of experiences to draw upon by the time our children graduate from high school. I can only hope that we can teach ourselves and our children to overcome. I can only hope that my children will figure out how to deal with the racial issues in society and not become bitter. I can only hope they will continue to fight for equality and fight against suppression and regression.
On one more note....please take into account I am still processing my thoughts and feelings regarding this experience. I am in no ways, saying that we were singled out on the color of our skin. Possibly...yes....definitely....no. If you would like to comment , please do....but only a constructive or supportive comment.
What were the days events? Well...nothing huge....nothing concrete. I guess you could say more indiscreet minor occurrences which possibly reflected the morals of one group of the population or possibly just a few individuals who disregard the general population as a whole. I will describe in my words how I felt but of course have no idea if this is how the other party wanted me to feel or if the racial environment spurred with the fact that despite my outward appearance ( a white couple) I have a diverse family unit effected these feelings.
At no point did I feel uneasy, awkward or a sense of concern when we realized that we were the minority. We celebrate diversity and look for diverse opportunities for our child (and future children). We were respectful to others, as we always are in any circumstance. Were they respectful to us? No. One 3 different occasions individuals butted in front of us in line. We also witnessed this happening to other people on several occasions. At first response I believed this was related to a complete disregard of the general population by those individuals. After the second time though I felt a little disgruntled about the situation. The line wasn't long, we were the last ones in line, and they walked around us like we were invisible. When we spoke up they began to give us lip but then just mumbled under their breath and I believe some of the comments were racially driven. Something to the effect of it would be ok if we did it to them. ARGH! Really?!? I know that the race issue it still alive...I know that there are many individuals who do judge based on the color of ones skins...I know that suppression still occurs. On some levels I am saddened to think that this probably occurs to the offending individuals more often than it will ever occur to me....but am conflicted by the feelings of a victim. How do you rise above this....how do you teach your children about the complexities of race in our nation....how do you teach your children to overcome when it appears that others are retaliating versus overcoming? How do you respond when you have a 5 year old in tow who knows its not fair but can't begin to understand the underlying issues really going on?
On a second note, would this experience fared better or worse if I was there with my biracial daughter? If we adopt another child of a minority race and we were there as a family of four...2 white , 2 non white....what would the response be? I can't answer that....but I am sure that someday we will get an answer. Life is cumulative and I'm sure we will have lots of experiences to draw upon by the time our children graduate from high school. I can only hope that we can teach ourselves and our children to overcome. I can only hope that my children will figure out how to deal with the racial issues in society and not become bitter. I can only hope they will continue to fight for equality and fight against suppression and regression.
On one more note....please take into account I am still processing my thoughts and feelings regarding this experience. I am in no ways, saying that we were singled out on the color of our skin. Possibly...yes....definitely....no. If you would like to comment , please do....but only a constructive or supportive comment.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Whats next?
I have a personality which doesn't leave me idle for long. As soon as I accomplish something I am ready to move on to the next project without leaving any down time to relax. At times this mentality leaves me in a lurch and feeling stressed. Despite these experiences (which I do not learn from) I repeat this behavior over and over again. In my defense, I have had lots of wonderful experiences and accomplishments which I can contribute to this behavior...therefore it is all worth it in the end. I now find myself at my resting place...I have opened a door into my dream life and I am standing here thinking....what's next! To me this is quite funny. To my husband...I'm sure he is thinking that I'm quite loony! I do have one big "project" that I am working on...which is my new job. For some reason I do not feel that is enough.
I'm sure many of you know where this is headed. Yes you are right, I would like to add another beating heart into this house. Of course Mike now knows I am loony but as always he just listens and listens. Notice I did not say comment. We have a cycle of communication and it goes like this:
Megan talks, Mike listens, Megan talks, Mike listens, Megan talks, Mike listens...repeat...repeat...repeat ...ok.. Megan talks...Mike comments...Megan talks, Mike comments, options are discussed, decision is made and we move forward.
This works quite well for us...and I think in the end we are both happy. This process can last weeks, months or years, depending on the topic. For instance, I have wanted a treadmill for over three years....it got delivered last week. Mike has a good way of keeping things in check for me.
Back to the beating heart. Yes....we would like to adopt again. So....the process begins...I have researched agencies like I was getting paid. We have lots of options and Mike has been briefed on these options. We may have found the one...whom we are going to have a phone conference with in the next week or so. We have been accepted by them but we need to ask some questions if we want to proceed. It appears that financially this is the best option for us...we just need to finalize the when, what and how portions of the topic to make our complete decision. I would love to fill up this big house with beating hearts but I'm thinking that I can only persuade Mike for one or two more. I haven't shared with him that there are 147 million orphans in this world. I am saving that statistic for the right time.
147 million orphans.... I'm sure we can find room for another beating heart in our home.
I'm sure many of you know where this is headed. Yes you are right, I would like to add another beating heart into this house. Of course Mike now knows I am loony but as always he just listens and listens. Notice I did not say comment. We have a cycle of communication and it goes like this:
Megan talks, Mike listens, Megan talks, Mike listens, Megan talks, Mike listens...repeat...repeat...repeat ...ok.. Megan talks...Mike comments...Megan talks, Mike comments, options are discussed, decision is made and we move forward.
This works quite well for us...and I think in the end we are both happy. This process can last weeks, months or years, depending on the topic. For instance, I have wanted a treadmill for over three years....it got delivered last week. Mike has a good way of keeping things in check for me.
Back to the beating heart. Yes....we would like to adopt again. So....the process begins...I have researched agencies like I was getting paid. We have lots of options and Mike has been briefed on these options. We may have found the one...whom we are going to have a phone conference with in the next week or so. We have been accepted by them but we need to ask some questions if we want to proceed. It appears that financially this is the best option for us...we just need to finalize the when, what and how portions of the topic to make our complete decision. I would love to fill up this big house with beating hearts but I'm thinking that I can only persuade Mike for one or two more. I haven't shared with him that there are 147 million orphans in this world. I am saving that statistic for the right time.
147 million orphans.... I'm sure we can find room for another beating heart in our home.
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