...with apologies to Wally Lamb, whose book by the same title I haven't read - but my husband was reading it at around the same time I started this blog, and it seemed appropriate...

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Three months home...


This week we will pass the three-month mark since our return home from China.  Thought I'd post a brief update on Ellie, and some pictures of fun fall stuff...

We recently had our first appointment with the cleft team at Children's Healthcare of Atlanta.  Ellie's new surgeon, Dr. Williams, said that her lip and palate look very good.  (We knew her lip repair was awesome, so it was nice to hear that the palate repair seems to have been done well, too, as they were repaired in China by different surgeons.)  She will likely need a surgical revision to her nose and lip around the time she starts kindergarten - one of several she will have before she goes to college.  Her speech development seems good at this point, but with Ellie being so young and having had limited exposure to English, it's hard to say for sure.  The speech pathologist gave us some suggestions, and we'll have a follow-up in six months.  Ellie's dentist, Dr. Thomas, noticed some tooth decay that will need to be addressed with surgery.  We've scheduled that for early January.  Since Ellie's cleft went through the gumline, Dr. Thomas will need to do a bone graft when Ellie is six or seven in order to support her adult teeth.  Orthodontics will begin around the same time.  Ellie also had an audiology exam, which indicated some mild hearing loss in both ears and the likely presence of fluid behind the eardrums.  This was confirmed by Ellie's ENT, who recommended ear tubes (very common for children born with clefts).  That surgery is scheduled for next Monday, then we will do a follow-up with the audiologist to re-test Ellie's hearing.

Very grateful for good insurance.  :)

Now the fun stuff... Here are some pictures of the things we've been up to the past month or two.

Samuel started preschool, sporting a black eye from a run-in with our playset ladder. 

Patrick participated in his school's Boosterthon Fun Run - here he is getting squirted by the principal. 


We celebrated Patrick's birthday with a party at the kids' gymnastics studio.  Samuel in the germ - I mean, ball - pit.

In addition to outsourcing the party (a first for us, and probably a last), I let Publix make the Lightning McQueen cake.  It was yummy.

Birthday boy!  He looks especially tall to me in this picture. 

Part monkey, I'm sure of it.

Ellie on the rings - we call her Mighty Mouse.

He'll kill me for this someday.


Octoberfest at Patrick's school.  Now that we have three children, the odds of getting all of them to A) look at the camera and B) smile have diminished significantly.  I love this picture, though. 



What's a fall festival without jumpy things?  We did 'em all, and Ellie loved them.
Pumpkin painting.

Parish fall festival - more jumpy things.
Mmmmm.... meat on a stick.  Authentic Brazilian BBQ, courtesy of our parish's fabulous Brazilian community.

Brotherly love.




Friday, October 14, 2011

Venturing into the Minefield

This came across my Facebook page today, posted by a high school friend...


As much as I've enjoyed reading about Steve Jobs's amazing life and achievements since his sad passing last week, I have to say this particular tribute irked me a little.

I'm not much of a "PC" kind of person, but first of all, a little rant about the term "put up for adoption".  It's a careless term, one that implies a sort of nonchalance on the part of birth parents - as if they conducted an auction or raffle or something.  It also carries the stigma of rejection, the "unwanted" child who was "lucky" to find a family.  Children are PLACED WITH ADOPTIVE FAMILIES for various reasons - sometimes these placements are ethical and beneficial, and sometimes they are not.  (The seemingly endless debate about the ethics of adoption is complex, emotional, and sometimes downright mean.  I have had my heart pierced countless times while perusing the internet and participating in discussions with people who've been affected by adoption.  It's a minefield out there.  But I have learned.  A lot.  And for that I am grateful - although I do wish that people could dispense with the ad hominem attacks, mostly directed toward adoptive parents, and focus on the issues at hand; and that people could set aside their prejudices and preconceived notions about other members of the "adoption triad" - adoptees, birth/first parents and adoptive parents - and accept the fact that these are hard questions with equally hard answers, and that none of us possesses the necessary wisdom to solve all the problems that lead to relinquishment without the potential for causing unintended consequences...) 

In the case of Steve Jobs, he appears to have been placed with a loving couple who nurtured his God-given talents and provided the opportunity for him to achieve his full potential.  Could his birth parents, with some support, have done the same?  Perhaps - and no doubt many of the talents possessed by Steve Jobs were, at least in part, inherited from his birth parents (a method by which God gives us certain traits and abilities).  But I don't think the perception of adoption as some sort of "handicap" serves anyone well, particularly those who were adopted.   

Adoption begins with loss, there's no questioning that.  The extent to which this loss affects a child - and the adult he/she becomes - is very individual and therefore hard to quantify and impossible to predict.  Some adoptees spend little time pondering the circumstances and "what-ifs" of their adoption, and simply consider themselves fortunate to have been placed with their adoptive families; others feel deeply wounded and express a great deal of anger about the loss of their birth families.  Neither reaction is right or wrong - it is what it is for each person.  I suspect that most adoptees fall somewhere in between the "extremes", and we all know from experience that seemingly contradictory emotions can be felt at the same time.  Life is hard, and human beings are complicated. I recently read this excellent essay on the topic of "adoption guilt".  It was written by an adult adoptee who is also an adoptive parent.  I found it beautiful and inspiring, not just as an adoptive parent but also as a human being.

We can - and should - continue the debate about the ethics of adoption.  I have many thoughts on that topic, and maybe someday I will find the time and energy - between diaper changes, loads of laundry, doctors' appointments, childhood illnesses and sibling conflicts - to piece those thoughts into coherent sentences and post them on the blog as a form of cheap therapy.  But I think we need to dispense with the stereotypes about birth parents, adoptive parents, and mostly about adoptees - including my daughter and the woman she will become - because while we all are shaped by our experiences, we are also more than the sum of them.  Steve Jobs did not become an American success story primarily because he was adopted, nor do I think it's fair to say (or imply) that he did so in spite of the fact that he was adopted.  He was a talented, successful, complex human being who happened to have had adoption as a part of his history.  I don't know whether he would have changed the fact of his adoption if he could have.  I have a feeling, though, that he did not consider it some sort of "disability" or an obstacle to achievement.  Neither should we.