I’m A Horrible Person… Or Am I?

I’ve been feeling a little… well a little meh the last few days. Some days  the waiting for a second placement is very hard, on other days not so much. What does make it harder for me, sometimes,  is the work I do on Trinity Heart. While it is a huge honour for me to play some small role in others journey to parenthood via adoption, it is also a double edged sword because on the days when I’m feeling a little down about our wait for a second placement, or about my inability to carry a child to term or my inability to fall pregnant, there is a twinge of envy, a little stab of pain, each time I hear of someone’s placement.

My emotions are not linear. They seem to go through peaks and valley’s. Last week I got a beautiful message from our birth mom, via our social worker that left me on a total high and feeling so positive.

On Friday, out of the blue, Ava started insisting that she was going to have a baby sister and that her name would be Zoe (ironically, someone I know at the same SW as me had their adoption placement yesterday, a baby girl they’ve named Zoe) and slowly my sadness started creeping in. I would so love to make her wish a reality but it’s just not within my power.

Add to that the deluge of pregnancy announcements, birth announcements and adoption placements that have been occurring over the last week and by the time I logged onto  Face Book this morning and was confronted with even more happy announcements of births, pregnancies and placements, I have a full case of the sads.

And then I started to feel guilty for feeling the way that I do. We have the most amazing little girl, I am blessed beyond my wildest imaginings, and yet, I still want more. And then the self loathing starts. There are many more infertile women who are worse off than me. Who have no child, never mind children. And I start to feel like a horrible person because instead of being overjoyed for others blessings, I feel sad for me.

How selfish. How horrible of me.

Just when my self loathing was reaching an all time low, a friend shared a quote on Face Book, something I need to remind myself of regularly.

Im a horrible person

I wish I was better at being kinder too myself and not having such an ugly internal dialogue with myself over the things I cannot control.

My mantra at the moment is: It will happen!

I just keep repeating that over and over again but some days its easier to believe than others!

Dear *I* – A Letter To Our Birth Mom

Dear *I*

I just had a chat with Auntie W and I am reminded once again what a beautiful woman you are, both inside and out.  I had to hold back my tears while chatting with Auntie W, tears of joy and tears of pride to have my life  linked to yours, what a privilege and an honour that is.

I can feel your strength and your spirit with me every single day. There is not a moment in any day that you are not on my mind. I love you in ways that I can never fully express and in ways that I’m sure very few others could ever fully understand.

Even though we only got to spend a few hours together, I miss you.  You are so right, Ava is the heartbeat of our family. She is loved in ways that none of us could ever have anticipated. You have every right to be proud of her, she’s one seriously smart little girl and she also has your amazing spirit, you can see it shining through in her beautiful, soulful eyes.

 

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I am so happy that you approve of our decision to give Ava a sibling, she will make an amazing big sister one day.

I know I sound like a broken record, but there are no words that could ever fully express just what your choice to place Ava with us has meant to us as a family. We showed Ava some of the photo’s taken of the day she was born, of you holding her, she was really in awe of the fact that this was the lady who’s tummy she came out of as we have always explained to her that she grew inside my heart.  The older she gets, the more she wants to know about babies in ladies tummies and she was spellbound when she saw your photo’s, its like she knows or understands on some deeper level. She is a wise soul and I believe she already knows and understands her adoption, without being old enough to verbalise it, there is wisdom in her eyes that reveals the depth of her understanding.

We love you deeply, today, tomorrow and for always.

Until we meet again…

Sharon

Ava’s Adoption Story Book

I’ve started a rather large project, creating a story/photo book for Ava all about how she came to be adopted by us. In it, I want to include every little bit of personal information that I can remember about her beautiful birth mother, her motivation for placing her and all the little snippets of information and anecdotes I can remember, like how she craved and loved apricots during her pregnancy. I want it to be a book that is fairly age appropriate now but one that she will also treasure when she’s older and that, God forbid, we not be around when she starts the search for her birth mother, that she have all the information available to her in one easy format and kept all together.

The first part of this project meant that I spent hours trawling through thousands of photographs taken over the last few years, but focusing mostly on those from the time she was born, I want to include all the photo’s taken of her with her birth mother and her biological grandmother the day at the hospital and the day of our court appearance. I want her to see how much she was loved.

It was amazing looking through these old photo’s, it made me realize my baby is just not a baby anymore, there is nothing babyish about her, she is well and truly a little girl now, a beautiful little girl who grew from such a tiny 2.9kg new born.

These’s photo’s bring back only memories of beauty for me.

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I thought she was THE MOST beautiful creature I had ever laid my eyes on.

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Noticing her hands for the first time!
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Her very first smile as we took this photo on her 6 week birthday!

I showed Ava some of the photo’s taken of her with her birth mother over the weekend. She was quite fascinated and really intrigued by the story that went with the photo’s. Of course she has always known that she never grew in my tummy, I always tell her she grew in Mommy’s heart but because she has started to figure out that babies come out of mommies tummies, she was quite intrigued with the concept of her tummy mummy. And while looking through the photo’s she kept repeating how she grew in that mommy’s tummy but grew in this mommy’s heart.

*bless*

 

The Day Our Adoption Journey Began

Today, 3 years ago, our journey through adoption began! We had just received the devastating news that my 7th pregnancy, conceived via our first FET (frozen embryo transfer) was not going according to plan. My blood test results clearly showed that my hormone levels had started dropping and that another miscarriage was on the cards. We were devastated and I was inconsolable.

I got booked off work and spent a few days at home crying into my pillow, feeling my dream of motherhood slipping further and further away. Did you know that with each miscarriage a woman has, her chances of successfully carrying a pregnancy increase, until she’s had 3 miscarriages and from her 3rd miscarriage on onwards, with each miscarriage, her chances of successfully carrying a pregnancy are drastically reduced with each miscarriage? So when my 7th miscarriage was confirmed, I knew the writing was on the wall.

At some point, during the days of grieving, I logged into Face Book and this was one of the photo’s that greeted me:

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I was astound when I saw it. This was my online infertility sister, Charne with a baby? Her baby! A baby who cam to them through the gift of adoption. I cried so hard when I saw that photo because it was an instant answer, I knew what we had to do.
That night I showed all the photo’s of Charne & her husband Noel with their beautiful daughter Emma-Lynn, to Walter and in an instant we agreed. We needed to set aside fertility treatment and start the adoption process.
I could never have known, that even in the depths of my grief, God was working on his greater plan for our lives. When my 4th fresh IVF had failed, in March of 2009, and I was grinding my teeth in anguish and shaking my fists at God, our daughter was being conceived. I could never have known that my 7th miscarriage would be the motivator to get God’s plan to start unfolding in our lives. That Charne’s placement was the catalyst for opening a door for us that we’d only ever toyed with. That at the very time that of Charne’s placement and my miscarriage, our beautiful birth mom was seeking the services of a social worker and starting the process of placing her unborn baby for adoption.
I could never known that in exactly 2 months and 1 day after Emma-Lynn’s birth, the very inspiration for our journey, our own beautiful daughter would enter the world and change our lives forever.
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Today is Emma-Lynn’s birthday, she is 3 years old and aside from being a blessing to family, she is the inspiration for our family. Through her placement our family was created.
I really want to encourage anyone reading this who is battling with infertility. I want you to know that sometimes life takes us on journey’s that is full of twists and turns, that we must brace ourselves and have the courage to keep moving around each bend because we just never know what could be waiting just around the corner. 2009 was a terrible year for us, we had a failed IVF and a miscarriage and by the end of it I was on my knee’s begging for mercy, never realising that in the midst of all that pain, my greatest joy was about to be realized!
As a side note – please also head over to Trinity Heart and read the guest post today by an adult adoptee, seriously powerful stuff that every adoptive parent or those considering adoption needs to read. 

 

My (other) Passion Project

New readers of The Blessed Barrenness may not know that aside from being a total blog-addict, my real passion is working as an adoption advocate for people who have walked a similar path to parenthood as I did. My real passion project is Trinity Heart .

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Adoption has been a our greatest gift after a very long, painful struggle with infertility. And through our experience and this blog, I have been honoured to be apart of so many families being created via the gift of adoption.  As I started receiving more and more requests for assistance from childless/infertile couples and singles, so my desire to assist others, in some small way on their alternative journey to parenthood has grown and grown and that is how Trinity Heart was started. As a small idea that has grown into something so much bigger than me. I am so excited about this project and have been thrilled by how well it has been received, not only by people looking to adopt but by our South African social workers as well.

The Trinity Heart blog features guest posts and fascinating articles that cover every aspect of adoption, including articles like  how to breast feed an adopted baby, alternative forms of bonding and feeding an adopted baby, success stories and information on transracial adoptions.

The site also has a resource portal where interested parties can find information from finding a social worker, how the adoption process works and tips on creating an adoption profile.  There is also a small but steadily grown support forum for all, whether starting out with the process to parenting post adoption.

So if you are considering adoption or know someone battling infertility and considering adoption, please tell them about Trinity Heart.

You can also grab the Trinity Heart button for your blog or site here:

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Or follow Trinity Heart on Face Book & Twitter.

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Our precious gift at one day old. Everyone should get to experience the joy and love of parenthood, no matter the journey it takes to get there.

 

 

A Look At Why I Often Feel Judged By Other Mothers

My Twitter bio says:

@SharonVW

Opinionated & outspoken. Writer of The Blessed Barrenness. Mom wannabe of 1 naturally born, non-breast fed child not of my loins! Founder of trinityheart.co.za

Of course, that is all written tongue in cheek and full of bravado, but peel away the layers and you’ll find heaps of guilt behind those words. Every one of the words used in my bio are as a direct result from my feelings of guilt because I don’t fit societies norms of what a mother is or how one becomes a mother. It doesn’t help that I’m an infertile mother parenting in a infertile world, constantly being  bombarded by messages of what a “good” mother does, constantly feeding into my insecurities and my guilt. Trust me people, as a woman who has miscarried 7 pregnancies, I’m easily wounded and full of self loathing for my body and it’s inability to do what most of you take fore-granted.

I’ve written previously about why I’ll never really feel part of the mommy club and today was yet another reminder for me and it all started with feeling the sting of these words:

Attachment parenting or parenting gently is not about permissive parenting, I don’t advocate allowing your child to run riot and walk all over you. Its about showing your child that you respect them as a person. Its about teaching them to be confident and kind in the hope that they grow up to be adults who can empathize and connect with people, but most importantly it creates a strong, nurturing bond between parent and child. What’s extreme about that?

In order to understand why this statement hurt me, you need to know what attachment parenting stands for and where I stand on this style of parenting, the extracts below are from Your Parenting.

Birth bonding

This first ‘B’ looks at two things: preparing for birth physically, practically and emotionally, and the ‘golden hour’ for bonding immediately after birth. Pregnancy is a time of preparation – preparing a nursery, getting the baby’s layette and preparing for the birth of your child.

It is also a time to prepare mentally for parenthood. The Sears’ advise that you as parents should alsoeducate yourself about birth, breastfeeding and parenting. Thinking about your childhood experiences, finding out about parenting philosophies and recommitting to your partner are all part of educating yourself to become a parent and allows you to focus fully on your child and building a bond with him or her.

At birth a cocktail of bonding hormones is released in both you and your baby, which create a physical desire to be together. So the Sears’ (and other doctors) say that the prime time for bonding is immediately after birth.

These hormones kick-start a number of physical changes, such as the warming of a mother’s chest, the ability of a newborn to crawl to the mother ’s nipple, which if allowed to naturally occur, they say, decreases infant crying, promotes bonding and ensures successful breastfeeding. The key is skin–to–skin contact on the mother ’s chest seconds after birth.

See, I couldn’t do any of that. I couldn’t fall pregnant or stay pregnant so I most certainly could not offer my most cherished child that, a bonding experience at birth.

Breastfeeding

The second basic ‘B’ of attachment parenting is breastfeeding. Not only do the Sears’ agree that breastmilk is the best food for your baby, they also emphasise the emotional bond that occurs during breastfeeding and that breastfeeding should continue well into toddlerhood, on demand.

“Feeding a child involves more than providing nutrients; it is an act of love,” they say. The hormoneprolactin, released during breastfeeding, relaxes the mother and promotes caregiving behaviours. It also creates a need for baby and mother to be physically close.

When a baby breastfeeds he can smell his mother’s scent, hear her heartbeat, feel the warmth of her body, and gaze into her eyes – promoting a comforting bond. Attachment parenting explains that you need to feed on cue, before the stage of crying; breastfeeding as a means of comfort to the baby and that breastfeeding for nutritional, immunological and emotional reasons beyond one year of age is important.

Again, I couldn’t do that either. I couldn’t bond with my baby the way most “normal” mom’s do and I couldn’t give her the supposed best source of nutrition in the process – do you see how I feel I have failed, even though these were circumstances beyond my control, I still feel like a failure.

Babywearing

This B promotes carrying, or ‘wearing’ your baby in a sling or pouch. In fact this ‘B’ is one of thehallmarks of attachment parenting, as Dave Taylor on his Attatchment Parenting blog writes, “it is about carrying or otherwise being with babies (especially newborns) every hour of the day. You can tell us attachment parenting types, actually, by the slings we use to tote our babies”.

Wearing your baby in a sling or pouch means you are able to meet his needs quickly before anxiety, fussiness and crying set in. The closeness achieved when wearing your baby promotessecurity and familiarity. Babies also spend more time in a quiet–alert state, which is proven to promote brain development.

Ok, I did that! I had an awesome baby wrap and I literally wore Ava for as long as she allowed me to!

Bed sharing

As AP dad Dave Taylor, explains, “Rather than push newborns into a cot and separate room as fast as possible, we believe that newborns and babies need to be as close to their parents as possible. We believe that newborns learn healthy sleeping and breathing patterns from sleeping close to their parents at night.”

AP advocates that babies and children desire the warmth and protection of another person sleeping near them and that sharing sleep also makes night–time breastfeeding much more convenient.

For a thousand different reasons, that I still stand by today, we chose not to do this.

Being responsive

This final ‘B’ is really the backbone of AP. Quite simply, it is about listening to your child and learning to respond, with love and respect, to your child’s cues and not following rules and schedules.

So instead of feeding according to a schedule, AP says feed on demand, instead of letting your child ‘cry it out’ at night, give them comfort. By doing this, they say, it builds trust between parent and child. Babies learn to trust that their needs will be met, and that they have an ability to communicate. For the parent it creates a confidence in their ability.

Don’t all parents do this? We followed Ava’s lead in the early days and let her find her own routine. We did sleep train her, but despite what the nay sayers would have you believe, it did not involve cry it out.

So, two points I want to make here are:

1. Aren’t we ALL, in varying degree’s attachment parents? Is there any other way to parent? What would the opposite of attachment parenting be? Detachment parenting? Is there even such a thing? And if there is, exactly what would that be? Ignoring your baby and her needs? I don’t think any parent would do that.

2. The comment about gentle parenting, aren’t we all gentle parents? Just because I don’t follow every step of AP, am I not gentle, loving, kind to my child? And aren’t we all trying to raise confident, kind children who are able to empathize with others?

As a mother who is wracked with guilt at not being able to give her child the best or kindest or whatever you’d like to call it, by normal standards, how do you think it makes me and other mom’s like me feel? And believe me when I say this, I was not the only one hurt/offended, feeling judged by the article in question, I was just the only one brave enough to say it and then sit back at watch all the subtweet’s and messages fly back and fourth.

But the whole point of The Blessed Barrenness and other blogs like mine is to try and educate other parents, that while you may be a family in a traditional sense and come to be a family by traditional means, not all of us have followed the same path. And while I certainly don’t expect anyone to pussy foot around me, it would be nice once in a while when I do react to parenting related articles, advice and opinion negatively that those who “know” me try to remember where I’m coming from and why certain parenting subjects will always leave me feeling, left out, not normal, less of a mother, not part of the mommy club.

 

 

“Family Is More Than Blood & Shared Genes”

Yesterday I came across this You Tube video and immidiatley shared it over at Trinity Heart but it’s such a powerful and beautiful video that I had to share it here to.

Caleb’s parents (all four of them) must be so very proud of the insightful, humorous and mature way that he looks at his adopted status, they have clearly all played a roll in raising him well. If Ava can grow up to have this kind of insight then I will know we have done our jobs well.

Caleb makes a number of powerful statements about adoption throughout his speech but the one that touched me the most was this:

“There is no one way to build a family. Family is more than blood and shared genes. It’s relationships. It’s about finding out who we care about the most and loving them as much as we can.”

My Intuitive Child!

One of Ava’s most striking physical characteristics are her eyes. It’s one of her characteristics that people always focus on and always comment on. I’ve been told she’s an old soul, wise beyond her years, that when you look into the depths of her eyes it’s like she knows a secret the rest of us have yet to learn, people who believe in such things say she’s an Indigo child, she’s been called mysterious, intelligent and highly intuitive. Look at those eyes!

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So why am I telling you this?

Because sometimes its easy to underestimate the depths of her understanding, sometimes I forget how spiritually in touch she is, how very very intuitive she is but this morning, while on our way to school, she reminded me.

I was sitting in the passenger seat, Walter was driving and she was sitting in her car seat behind Walter. Out of the blue, we had this exchange:

Ava – Mommy you’re MY Momma

Me – Yes my darling, I’m your Momma

Ava – And you’re by BEST friend!

Me – Yes my love, I am your best friend!

*reaching behind me to hold her hand I turned to look at her and she was staring at me intently*

Ava – I love you soooo much!

Me – I love you sooo much too my love!

Ava – Mommy, don’t be sad any more!

My little girl knows something is up, she knows something has happened. She may not be talking about it, but in her wisdom, she knows.

That exchange, coupled with her behaviour over the past week, which has included hitting, pushing and biting her best friend has led to our decision to take her to a play therapist. That and our SW from Procare has also recommended that we do so, just to ensure that she really is ok, we’ve also been encouraged to talk openly to her about what happened last week and to create an environment for her where she knows that at any time, it’s ok for her to talk about or ask about Baby K.

On a side note – the way her mind works amazes me some times. Last night Walter was telling her that she has such cute leggies he’s going to eat them up. Her response:

No Daddy! You can’t eat my legs cos then I won’t be able to walk!

I Wouldn’t Have Made It Without You!

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I’m not going to lie, the last week has been emotionally tough. It definitely ranks up there as one of the lowest points I’ve experienced in my life. I’m been confused, sad, angry. I’ve felt lost, overwhelmed and depressed. I’ve questioned myself over and over again.

Is this adoption loss a big deal? Or am I just being melodramatic? And if it isn’t a big deal, why do I feel so crushed by it. Is it the actual adoption loss that has me feeling this way? Is it immense disappointment that has me feeling this way? Is it the break down in trust of a system that has previously seen Walter and I blessed beyond our wildest imaginings with Ava that has been feeling so gutted? Why am I so angry? Why am I so sad? Why do I have so many questions? Why am I struggling to accept the hand that has been dealt?

But the one thing that I have not questioned, the one thing I’ve been most grateful for is the support that we have received, from our families, my Mom, who kept her composure until we left last Wednesday evening to return Baby K and only then allowed herself to fall apart and cry, her attempt at shielding us from more emotional trauma. Our friends who have rallied around us, making sure that Baby K would have clothing and other necessities, when last minute we got The Call and after having to give him back, ensuring that all traces of their baby donations vanished from our lives and not be a constant reminder to us (me) of what was lost. The phone calls, text messages, BBM’s, Whatsapp’s, Tweets, Face Book messages and emails expressing support, that have buoyed us and carried us through this difficult time.

And then there are those who deserve a special mention – my online support system. Tweeps and bloggers who I have never met, who only know me from my online persona. Who have surrounded, comforted and carried me with compassion and kindness. Your love and support has left me feeling cared for. Your support without pressure to answer questions about what happened. Without judgement. Without curiosity. Your support that was based purely on compassion and without a desire to share what I’m not willing/able/ready to share has meant more to me than I can ever express. From the Tweets, to the Face Book messages and even the phone calls and blog posts, from people I do not know nor have ever met and possibly will never know in real life. Your antics at promoting us as the most deserving to win the #TsogoSale give away have made me smile, made me feel like I was validated in feeling the way that I did, that it was ok to be sad over what had happened and most of all that I was cared for.

I wouldn’t have made it without you!

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The Blessed Barrenness In The Media

So September has been a big month for me, The Blessed Barrenness, with two local publications featuring stories about The Blessed Barrenness!

The September Issue Of Fair Lady magazine, which went on sale last week, wrote a feature about women who transformed their lives, which featured, amongst others, Nicki from One Of The Boys and myself. It was loads of fun participating in this story as we got to on a professional photo shoot with a make up artist and the works and although I was a little apprehensive about sharing how my marriage almost collapsed under the strain of our infertility and subsequent adoption, it was also an honour to be featured.

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But the mag I’m most excited about is the September issue of Your Baby mag, which goes on sale today, because I wrote that story myself, did all my own research and put together, I think, a well written piece on post adoption depression which I hope will help other adoptive mom’s and give insight and information to family and friends of adoptive mom’s who may be struggling with depression post placement.

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I was so excited that the article got a cover mention, an editor’s letter mention and the layout is just beautiful and I’m so very proud of this written piece, you can read the full article here:

 

 

Is Ava Coping With Our Adoption Loss?

Today, a week ago, we’d just arrived in Cape Town and we were excitedly anticipating meeting our son the next day and dreaming about our lives as a family of four. I’m still trying to make sense of everything that has happened, a part of me is numb and I’d be lying if I didn’t say that my emotions have been all over the place in the last week. I’ve been angry, sad, confused but mostly I’ve been worried about the impact of last week’s events on Ava.

She was so excited when we told her she was getting a little brother, whom she was still convinced would be called Sister or Tristan (her cousin and her best friend’s names). I can’t get the image out of my head of Walter and I entering my parents house having just collected Baby K, she came cautiously round the corner holding my mom’s hand and the look of wonder and sheer delight on her little face when she say Baby K in the carrier will stay with me forever. She immediately started excitedly exclaiming that this was her baby brother and that he was so cute. She couldn’t wait for us to put the carrier down so she could get a better look at him, touch him and get to know him.

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I remember her running to her room in my parents house and fetching the basked of toys, collected over the last few years of visits to Cape Town. Of her unpacking every toy and showing it to him, shaking the baby rattles and pressing the buttons on the musical toys for him to see. She wanted him to bath with her that night and wanted to help change his nappie, even running and fetching one of her own night time nappies for him to wear. And all she wanted desperately to do was have a chance to hold him.

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But just a few hours later we were packing up his things and preparing to take him baby to our social worker. Ava was confused. She wanted to know where we were taking her baby brother and when he was coming back? She wanted to know why he couldn’t bath with her and why he was leaving.

It broke my heart to explain to her that he wasn’t her baby brother and that we were only looking after him for a little bit and he was going back to his mommy.

We had friends over for lunch on Sunday because I was desperate to get back to as normal a routine as possible as quickly as possible and Ava’s best friend, Tristan was there. It was a difficult lunch and I’m not sure if it was because she was sick or she was acting out her hurt, anger and confusion, but she spent most of the lunch pushing and smacking Tristan and at one point even scratching him in his face.

She has not mentioned one word about her baby brother since we left with Baby K but this evening, I was downloading the photo’s off my camera from last week and carelessly left the photo viewer open on my lap top and she was a photo of baby K. She immediately said that he was her baby, her baby brother and she wanted to know where he was.

I’m worried that the events of last week are having a bigger impact on her than we realize. Everyone tells me it was for such a short time that I should not worry about it, but it’s hard not to, just because she’s not saying anything or saying much about it, doesn’t mean it hasn’t had an effect on her, doesn’t mean she’s also not angry and confused by the turn of events.

I’m not sure if I’m overreacting but I can’t help wondering if perhaps a session with a play therapist, just for an assessment wouldn’t be a good idea? If they wouldn’t be able to tell us how affected she is by all of this, if at all, and give us some tools to help her cope with her feelings, should she be struggling.

This week has been tough. So very tough and I have a feeling we have a way to go before things return to normal.

In My Most Selfish Moments…

When I’m only thinking about myself and my family, I fantasize….

I fantasize that our beautiful birth mother surrogated a baby for us. Her eggs, Walter’s sperm, her carrying our baby which would undoubtedly result in an almost perfect carbon copy of Ava, a perfect half brother or sister for Ava. One that would, almost certainly look like her. Just like Ava and her birth mother, this child too, would have those beautiful full lips, thick, glossy, soft curly hair and the most precious tiny toes and petite little hands. Walter’s genetics would provide the dark. The dark in ways similar to Ava, the dark eyes, the dark hair, the subtle clefted chin, a characteristic prominent in Walter’s family.

When I look at Ava, I often smile. She has so many of Walter’s physical characteristics that it’s almost as if Walter and our beautiful birth mother got together to create this most perfect child that the three of us now share.

Of course, this is my most selfish moments when I’m only thinking of myself and not of our beautiful birth mother. I could never, in reality, wish such a fate on her a second time. I could never wish for her to be separated from another child born from her womb.

But with each passing month, as the yearning for a sibling for Ava grows stronger, I can’t help but fantasize….

 

The Lessons Learned From Our Adoption Loss

I’m trying to find sense in all that we have been through in the past week. It has not been easy. I have struggled, I’ve been sad and I’ve been angry but slowly as my emotions have started to settle, I’m starting to find some sense in the haze of the grief, sadness and crushing disappointments we have experienced.

Mostly, I’m realizing that there have been some valuable lesson’s learned in the past week.

The Value Of The 60 Day Consent Period:

The South African Child Act is not well written, there are many grey area’s and loop holes which leaves it’s interpretation & implementation wide open. One of the grey area’s in the act states that the child placed for adoption should go into a place of safety for the 60 days. It does, however, not state that the  potential adoptive parents cannot be the child’s place of safety. It is for this reason that some social workers choose to place children in kangaroo care for the period of the 60 days, while others choose to place the child directly with his/her intended adoptive parents. There are pro’s and con’s to both. Having your baby immediately means that you can start the bonding process straight away and there is less confusion for the child as they are not past from one set of caregivers to another. Being present at Ava’s birth was a huge part of my bonding experience with her. It is the reason, in my opinion, why I felt such an immediate and intense connection with her, while other adoptive parents often feel that connection grow over time as they weren’t there during such a defining moment in their child’s life.

It’s also risky because it means that at any time during the 60 days the birth parents can retract consent and the adoptive parents have no legal recourse but to return the child to his/her parents.

My feelings about the 60 days placement have always been ambiguous, until now. I can never place my heart on the line like that ever again, even more so, I can never put Ava at such risk for hurt like that ever again.

While Baby K’s placement with us was fully legal and we received a freeing order from the courts to take him from his place of safety and to return home to Jozi immediately, coping with the fallout after consent was retracted was painful, especially because we already have a child to consider and I’m not sure I’d be willing to put myself or my family through that again.

Ava will make an amazing big sister:

From the second we walked through the door carrying baby K, she was completely taken with him. The look on her precious little face was priceless. She could not believe that this was her little brother. As soon as he was out of the baby carrier, she went to fetch all her toys for him to play with, talking animatedly to him and explaining how each of the toys worked. She kissed his chubby cheeks constantly, stroked his hair and kept commenting on how cute he was and how much she loved him. She stroked his face, made him laugh with her circus Charlie antics, she held him and she loved him for the short time that he was with us. She wanted him to bath with her and when I said I was going to change his nappy, she ran to fetch one of her night time nappies for him to wear. I was touched but the unconditional and pure love she showed towards him from the moment he arrived with us.

And I was confused when he left. She kept asking where we were taking her baby brother and the following morning she wanted to know where he was. It broke my heart. I’m not sure what has been the worst part of this experience, loosing Baby K or exposing Ava to the situation and seeing her confusion when it ended so abruptly and quickly.

Walter & I are an amazing match:

While I’m all emotion and determination, he is the voice of reason and together that makes us the perfect match. While my determination is often what gets us what we want, it’s Walter’s reasoning that keeps us out of trouble. When things started falling apart this week and there were other big decisions to be made surrounding a potential placement of a another baby, he was the one who was able to reign me in and get me to see reason.

We have also together made a decision that going forward, our SW’s will need to make THE CALL to him and not to me, I forget all reason and get swept up too quickly in the emotion of the situation while he is capable of being reasonable and finding out all the facts and making an informed decision for us both.

We want an ethical adoption:

This is a fact we’ve known since before Ava’s placement and it was reaffirmed for us again this week. Neither of us wants to enter into an adoption agreement where the birth parents have been coerced or are acting against their will. We do not want to keep a child from their natural parents, no matter what we stand to loose. When we got the call stating that Baby K’s birth mother wanted him back, neither of us thought for one second about trying to fight it, our immediate reaction was to prepare to return him. I cannot, on good conscience, raise a child knowing that I’d fought against their birth parents to take them. I cannot bare the thought of raising a child that way and knowing that one day they may well find out that I was the reason they were not raised by their birth parents.

We want another adoption like we had with Ava’s birth mother. One that is based on mutual love and respect and one where we can be confident that the birth parents are acting in what they feel is the best interests of their child and NOT because they feel forced or pressured to place their child.

We want a loving adoption triad. Ava’s placement was all about love. Her birth mother made her choice and her only motivator was love for her unborn child, we loved her and she loved us, our adoption was love and not one of regret, coercion or fighting, I want that again.  And while I know every adoption experience is different and I don’t expect to experience the same the second time around, the fundamentals need to be the same.

There are so many blog postings bumping around in my head after this past week and slowly as I start to find sense in it all, I’ll be blogging about our experience. But for now, while this week has been horrible and one I never wish to repeat, I have to admit that there have been many valuable lessons learned too.

 

Adoption Loss

My worst fear, when Walter and I were going through fertility treatment, was suffering a neonatal or late term pregnancy loss. I think it’s every infertiles worst nightmare, to fight so hard and for so long and come so close to achieving the dream of a child, only to have it snatched away at the very end.

Adoptive parents face a similar fear, adoption loss. Adoption loss was/is my worst fear, it was the reason Walter and I put off adopting for so many years prior to Ava’s birth.

This week, we got THE CALL, the call we’ve been waiting for for more than a year. Our SW called to say there was a baby for us, a son. We immediately dropped everything and flew to Cape Town to fetch our son. We prepped Ava that she was going to have a baby brother and she was going to big a big sister. We were so excited, so happy, to finally be a family of 3 become a family of 4.

We met our son on Wednesday, he is beautiful, content, chilled little boy and I started to feel those familiar stirrings of love for him. How could I not, he is perfect and completely innocent.

Ava was completely taken with him. Helping to change his nappies, stroking his hair and saying how cute he is and how much she loves him.

He was ours for only 7 hours before we had to return him as his birth mother had retracted consent.

My heart is broken and my head is a mess. I’m battling to come to terms with this loss. I’m battling to come to terms with Ava’s confusion over where her little brother went. I’m battling to come to terms with all that has happened. I feel betrayed, angry, confused and most of all, I feel lost.

I will write more about this experience as my mind settles over the next few week’s, for now, there is much noise in my head and sadness and confusion in my heart.

Was Adoption My Destiny?

Shortly after Ava’s placement, I wrote this blog posting: Finally I Know The Diagnosis and I had a shit storm land on my head from the infertility community. I was accused of being insensitive towards our birth mother and insulting towards all those still struggling with infertility. At the time, I was still trying to process everything that had happened and I was not in a position for formerly responded to all the accusations being levelled at me – notably from people who have not adopted or not on the adoption journey or parenting post adoption!

Then yesterday, Jenny from Your Baby Mag, sent me this article and for the first time I realized that my belief in Ava’s placement feeling like it was my destiny was not at all abnormal as a mom via adoption.

I’ve written about it over at Trinity Heart, so please head on over and  share your thoughts! You can read the full piece here:  Adoption Destiny!

Learning How To Surrender

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“If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking.” ~Proverb

Learning to surrender to any struggle in life, my experience is with infertility and RPL, is difficult. It’s not something that you just do, it’s a technique that has to learned.  As I blogged yesterday, I’m not really sure how or when I learned to surrender but it was a long process and one that once I understood how to do it, it became easier and easier to go through the steps and enable myself to surrender. Surrendering is something I need to remind myself of daily, being a complete control freak, I need to constantly remind myself to relinquish control, surrender and let go and let God whenever I’m faced with a challenge because it goes against my natural instinct to surrender. Whenever I’m faced with a crisis my knee jerk reaction is to always grab the reigns of the horse and try and steer and control my path. But there will be challenges and circumstances where I simply cannot control the outcome or the process.

I wanted to document, for myself and for anyone else struggling with surrender, the steps to surrendering so that I can remind myself of the process the next time I find myself grabbing hold of the reins, so I set about googling the topic of surrender. It amazed me that surrendering appears to be prevalent in every single religion. I found literally hundreds of articles about how to surrender and they ranged from Christian, Buddhism, to new age mystic and energy healings. And the steps to surrender were pretty much the same for all religions, so here is the gist of what I found:

1. We try to control things because of what we think will happen if we don’t.

In other words, control is rooted in fear.

2.Control is also a result of being attached to a specific outcome—an outcome we’re sure is best for us, as if we always know what’s best.

When we trust that we’re okay no matter what circumstances come our way, we don’t need to micro-manage the universe. We let go. And we open ourselves to all sorts of wonderful possibilities that aren’t there when we’re attached to one “right” path.

3. The energy of surrender accomplishes much more than the energy of control.

I suspect it’s slightly different for everyone, but here’s what ‘control mode’ looks and feels like for me:  My vision gets very narrow and focused, my breath is shallow, adrenaline is pumping and my heart rate increases.

My mind shifts from topic to topic and from past to future very quickly, and I have little concentration, poor memory, and almost no present-moment awareness.

In surrender mode, I’m calm, peaceful. Breathing deeply, present in the moment. I see clearly and my vision extends out around me, allowing me to (literally) see the bigger picture.

So the great irony is that attempting to control things actually feels less in control.When I’m micro-managing and obsessing over details, I know I’m in my own way.

The Art of Surrender

Surrender literally means to stop fighting. Stop fighting with yourself. Stop fighting the universe and the natural flow of things. Stop resisting and pushing against reality.

Surrender = Complete acceptance of what is + Faith that all is well, even without my input.

It’s not about inaction. It’s about taking action from that that place of surrender energy.

If letting go of control and surrendering not only feel better, but actually produce better results, how do we do that?

Sometimes it’s as easy as noticing that you’re in control mode and choosing to let go—consciously and deliberately shifting into surrender energy.

For example, when I become aware that I’m in control mode, I imagine that I’m in a small canoe paddling upstream, against the current. It’s hard. It’s a fight. That’s what control mode feels like to me.

When I choose to let go and surrender, I visualize the boat turning around, me dropping the oars, and floating downstream.

I’m being gently pulled, no effort necessary on my part. Simply breathing and saying, “Let go of the oars” is usually enough to get me there.

Even just reading the above, I have an immediate sense of calm come over me, and God knows I need it today.

Surrendering is not without pain either. During my own journey with infertility and RPL, I had to learn to not give into fear but to rather allow myself to be immersed in my emotional pain and to really feel and experience my grief. My natural instinct was to always fight those feelings off, to fight off grief, to try not to feel it or immerse myself in it. But the more I fought the more painful the situation became. Immersing myself in my feelings of pain and grief was hard, there were times that I thought those feelings would suck the very life out of me, but you know what, when I allowed myself to really feel and experience those feelings, they washed over and surrounded me and moved on so much faster than when I was fighting to stave them off.

When I learned to let go & let God, I found myself surrounded by peace and calm and confidence that everything would be all right in the end and it if wasn’t all right, it wasn’t the end! And when I learned to accept that, I learned to live with confidence and not with fear.

 God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.

image & content – Tiny Buddah 

 

Surrender!

The first 5 years of my walk with infertility were quite possibly the hardest years of my life. I was challenged daily and felt beat down constantly! There was so much angst, so much gnashing of teeth,beating of my chest and tearing of my hair, asking over and over again… why? Why me? Why is this happening? Why can’t I have a baby? Why can’t I be like everyone else? Why have I been burdened with recurrent pregnancy loss? Why??? Why??? Why???

I was at war, with myself and with my circumstances and I was fighting with every inch of what my spirit had to win the war. Every day was consumed by thoughts of how to win, how to beat infertility and RPL, how to overcome, how to get over this massive mountain that stood before me.  And I did the only thing I knew how to do. I fought! With every fibre of my being, I fought against the hand I’d been dealt.

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At some point, and I can’t actually pinpoint exactly when, something happened. There was a subtle shift in my my being and I just stopped fighting. I did not stop trying but I stopped fighting. I surrendered to the battle, never realising that in that surrender I would ultimately win the war.

With my surrender came peace. I was able to just be with the hand that I was dealt. Like a swimmer fighting the tide and getting bashed against the rocks on the shore, when I surrendered and allowed myself to go with the flow, instead of being beaten against the rocks at the shore, I was able to move with the tide and ultimately the tide of my surrender was able to wash me up onto the rocks and assisted me in winning the war of my infertility.

In hindsight I didn’t loose the battle when I surrendered, I gained strength and character and learned lessons that have helped me in so many area’s of my life. Ultimately, my surrender in battle helped me win a war that has been by far the greatest test of my character in my life so far!

After last Friday’s post, I’ve been reminding myself of the importance of surrender. You see, I’m by nature, a fighter. It’s in my make up, it’s how I was made. I am one determined individual and I’ve overcome many obstacles in my life simply by fighting. By baring down and fighting with everything in me to overcome. But I’ve also learned from my walk with infertility that not all wars can be won by fighting, some wars are won by surrender.

I needed to remind myself of that after last week’s little pity party. I need to surrender to our second adoption journey. It is the only way that I can win this war without getting beaten. It’s the only way that I can come out the other side. I have no control over this journey, any more than I did on the first journey. I need to surrender because ultimately what will be will be and I have no control over that.

A very wise reader left this comment on my post on Friday and it really struck a chord with me and reminded me of the importance of my surrender:

Life has no favourites -on some of its days it let’s u bask in the sun and on other days it smashes you on the rocks -BUT secured in the Fathers love we can say “Do your worst, I’m not going to hide in the shadows hoping that if I feed ‘fear’ he will eat me last and allow me to go thru life so pitifully careful that I get to deaths door safely-No, for me to live is Christ, to die is gain”

There is no fear in my surrender to this journey, only absolute peace.

 

FOBLB Rears It’s Ugly Head Again! *Warning Pity Party Ahead*

Definition for fomo:

Web definitions:
Fear of missing out

Definition for foblb:

Sharon’s definition:
Fear of being left behind
That’s pretty much how I’m feeling right now!
Life works in cycles. There was a time in my life when almost every weekend I was attending 21st birthday parties. Once that cycle had past, we entered the engagement party phase which was subsequently followed by all the weddings! Then came the 30th birthday party cycle and every infertiles worst nightmare… the baby shower cycle.
I dreaded baby showers. They hurt. They made me uncomfortable because I could see the pity in everyone’s eyes. Poor Sharon can’t have a baby! I had nothing to contribute and nothing to say and would sit there with a smile on my face and an ache in my heart, doing my best to ooh and aah over all the adorable baby goods, wondering if it would ever be my turn.  Murphy is a SOB as well and I would invariably be attending a baby shower while in the midst of a doomed fertility cycle or even worse, bleeding from one of my many miscarriages.
And then it was! Finally, I was the guest of honour at my own baby shower. Finally, I had arrived, finally the adorable baby goods were for MY baby! And the pain of the previous cycle of baby showers and pregnancy announcements faded into insignificance and no longer bothered me.
But lately I’m finding myself in a new cycle, one which is causing me considerable FOBLB. I’m being bombarded daily by pregnancy and birth announcements of friends having second babies and friends from the adoption fraternity having second placements and that old and unwelcome frenemy of FOBLB is back.
Waiting for our second placement is hard. It’s hard having so little control over the process and over when it will happen. It’s hard doing nothing… just waiting… and dreaming…. and thinking about all the what if’s… discussing names for boys and names for girls… making plans… but not knowing if they will ever be fulfilled!
It’s hard knowing that with each passing month Ava gets older and the gap between her and her (please God) sibling grows wider and wider.
It’s hard watching friends increase their families from 3 to 4. Don’t get me wrong. I’m overjoyed for them but I’m also a little sad for me too, as selfish as that may sound.
I’m also fearful. I don’t want to find myself back in that dark place that infertility once found me. A “freak” in a fertile world. Different to everyone else. I’d love a little “normal” in my life too but realistically I know that that is not going to happen, that we have been placed, for reason’s not fully understood by us, on a path less travelled.
It’s hard hearing friends talk about trying for another baby, discussing the timing of their next IVF cycles, God knows I’ve tried, but I’m failing miserably as pushing back the rising panic I feel each time FOBLB rears it’s head.
I’m I always destined to cross the finish line last?  This next statement really comes from a place of indulgent self pity, but really, does this family creation thing HAVE to always be so hard for Walter and I?
I know I should shut up and suck it up, after all we were extremely blessed with Ava. Granted, it took more than 7 years to get to her placement but our adoption journey with her was only 3 weeks, literally unheard of and it did kind of elevate us to Rock Star status in the adoption fraternity. But now… now we’ve been waiting 26 months for our second placement. One hundred and nine weeks for our second placement. Seven hundred and sixty three days for our second placement!
Yeah! I have FOMO with a big fat helping of FOBLB!
In other news, Ava told us yesterday that she’s having a brother and his name will be Sister and when I asked her if she had a sister what her name would be, she is adamant that if it’s a girl, her name WILL BE Jade!
For now, I can only but continue to dream, hope, pray and have faith…..

Ava – Always Remember Who Are The Hero’s In Your Miracle Life!

Two women held hands in a hosptial room tonight as a precious baby came into the world. One was filled with joy to see the child for whom she had prayed for so many years. The other was touched by sadness at the prospect of letting go.

Two women held hands in a hosptial room tonight, each giving that child everything she had. For one woman it was the comitment of her lifetime. For the other, it was the amazing sacrifice of herself.

Two women held hands in a hospital room tonight. The first will walk out to cheers and congratulations. The second may face pity — but she is not a victim. She may face anger — but she is not a villain.

Two women held hands in a hospital room tonight. Formerly strangers, they are now forever connected by their love for this precious child.

Two women held hands in the hospital room tonight — each of them heros in the story of this miracle child’s life — each of them always and forever — Mothers.

Merinda K. Condra

 

Another 2 Steps Closer To #BabyVW

This weekend we inched a little closer to taking our family of 3 to a family of 4! We had our home visit with the Procare SW, Letitia, yesterday morning. My Mom flew up for the weekend and Walter’s mom also came around for the home visit. It was not at all what I expected it to be, having read so many fellow adopter’s stories of how they set up the nursery and repacked cupboards and spring cleaned and scrubbed their homes in preparation for their home visits, I was surprisingly relaxed considering that we had decided not to do any of those things.

Yes, we have a spare room right next to our bedroom that will be #BabyVW’s room but it is not set up as a nursery as yet.  I have 6 crates full of baby goods stashed in the garage and the cot, travel system and stroller are all wrapped in plastic and stored in the garage but we didn’t feel it was really necessary to have it all out on display, after all, we have already managed to successfully raise one child to toddlerhood. We did not panic and repack cupboards or scrub and clean and in hindsight I’m glad we didn’t. Aside from using our guest bathroom, Letitia spent a couple of hours sitting in the lounge, chatting with us, while we watched the Bulls/Crusaders Super 15 game. It was very relaxed and we didn’t do much aside from chat, drink coffee and eat shop bought cake!

At the end of it I jokingly asked Letitia if we’d past and she laughed and said yes, she liked the grannies and could see that Ava was very loved by our extended families and now it was just a matter of a few more items of paperwork to be completed and the panel meeting for our final approval booked.

It was really no biggie at all and nothing like I had imagined it would be.

The rest of the weekend I spent working on updating our profile. I wanted something a little more quirky and one that would show off our fun side as a couple and as a family. I eventually uploaded our completed profile to Blurb this afternoon and it should be delivered to me before the 2nd of August – have I mentioned how much I love Blurb? Their templates are amazing the quality of their books is fantastic!

I’m very happy with our new profile, I also decided to make it red as it’s Ava’s signature colour and one of my favorites and it will certainly stand out in a pile!

Here is our cover:

Blurb Cover

From tips received from other adopters, I also updated our profile with a little letter from Ava to her future brother or sister.

The only thing left to do now is our income statement which we’re hoping to finish tonight and finger prints for our police clearance.

Step by step, moment by moment, with each passing day we’re moving closer and closer to #BabyVW!