Little Max was born this morning and according to their brief update is doing well and is "fiesty". Keep praying for them....that he would continue to do well and knock the socks off the drs. Ther blog is listed below "miracle max"
Being a foster mom is a strange thing. It feels completely natural to care for this child and yet I am reminded repeatedly how unnatural this situation actually is.
I am "just" a caregiver, but I am also a mother.
I mother this child and yet I'm not.
She doesn't know the difference, and honestly neither does my own heart.
When I said goodbye to my first little foster newborn about 5 years ago (who was actually my fourth foster child) I wondered if I had done something wrong. Was there some sort of foster parenting trick I hadn't learned, was there a secret that would shield me from the hurt? Was I just not cut out for this sort of thing? I was convinced I was a failure at fostering simply because I loved him, and I didn't want him to go. I didn't want to send a tiny baby out into the unknown. It was a painful letting go.
When something feels really bad it's natural to assume that it is bad, that we are doing something wrong. I felt a little …
Four years ago we were packing our bags and waiting anxiously for the final notice of our travel to China. We did Christmas at home knowing we had a son across the ocean and we travelled early in the new year to meet him.
When we made the decision to open up our hearts and family to this little boy in a land far away we knew that he would come with many unknowns. Many of those caused me some fear in the weeks leading up to our travel date. Would he grow to love us, could we be the parents he needs, would our other kids adjust well, would our family crumble into chaos and would this adoption be the proverbial final straw that sends us all to the looney bin? We moved forward with eager and trembling steps knowing that this is what God was leading us to do. More specifically this was who God was leading us to.
When we brought him home he was six years old and had been through a lot. An abandonment as a toddler, two different orphanages, and five foster homes. He has cerebral palsy…
The last couple weeks have had many special one year milestones for our littlest guy.
A couple days before Christmas we celebrated his first birthday.
365 days earlier I had no idea that the world had just welcomed a beautiful little boy. We had no idea that we would have a son in 2016, or that we would have a 7th child at all.
On the day of his birth there were no waiting room filled with friends and relatives anticipating joyful news. There were no balloons, excited birth announcements or celebrations.
There was an ambulance ride with a tiny little passenger.
A rush of medical professionals and social workers.
His first Christmas didn't include any "Baby's First Christmas" ornaments, there were no packages with his name under a tree, or families proclaiming that this new little life was the best gift they could recieve.
He brought in the New Year with beeping monitors and rotating hospital staff, as he fought of infections and endured symptoms no infant sh…