* Paige’s inner demons rage and her body rebels. She cycles through one outburst after another. My usual methods of keeping us both sane – earplugs and songs – aren’t working. And today she hasn’t even had a tremor. “Paige, stop crying,” I sing. “Pleeease stop crying!” I walk up and down the hallway, holding her… Continue reading Chapter 13 – The Joys of F*cking up Your Kid (part 4)
My parents are visiting from Wisconsin (I live in California) for Christmas. As such, I haven’t posted for the holidays and I will be on hiatus until Tuesday, December 29. At that time, I will continue blogging my story right where I left off. Thank you for your continued interest in my story, and… Continue reading California Meets Wisconsin for Christmas
CHAPTER 11 WELCOME HOME! 01/20/2009: I remember during our foster-adopt journey wondering where we’d be in a year; who would be part of our family. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined a baby! In January 2009, we pick up Eli from preschool and drive to Theodora’s for the last time. I’m brimming with… Continue reading Chapter 11 – Welcome Home!
Thursdays I take a break here and post on my other blog. Today I participated in an Adoption Talk linkup. Please check it out on my other blog, Written Reflections.
CHAPTER 9 THE SEIZURE THAT WASN’T A SEIZURE 12/15/2008: The visit with Paige just a few days before seems like an eternity. When we give her back, I miss her so much and am preoccupied by her wide smile and deep dimples! We have a handful of visits with Paige over the next few weeks. She… Continue reading Chapter 9 – The Seizure That Wasn’t a Seizure
Andrew takes Paige from the cradle position and lays her on his long, bent legs so she is looking up at his face. Paige sizes him up with her big, brown eyes. He gazes down in return, and smiles. Eli slides up to Andrew’s side, bored with the room’s few toys. Paige spots him and laughs when… Continue reading Chapter 8 – Feels Like the First Time (final)
A white minivan pulls up in the loading/unloading zone 15 minutes later. A woman pulls out an infant car seat and walks towards the building. I tap-tap-tap my feet frantically, anticipating the next moment. Theodora is an attractive woman with dark, creamy skin and matching eyes. She wears a Muslim headscarf, a basic shirt and jeans.… Continue reading Chapter 8 – Feels Like The First Time (part 3)