Update from Haiti | On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from March 2009.

On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from March 2009.

I don’t have the energy to write tonight, so I am going to cut and paste the updates I’ve gotten today about Keanan. Shelley is sending them – she is a totally lovely missionary who runs the orphanage. He is at her house tonight before moving hospitals tomorrow. I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I absolutely adore all of the people who work for Heartline Haiti. They are doing all they can, but healthcare in Haiti is tough, and I know they are frustrated and wanting to see him better. So am I.

Sorry – this has been so long and drawn out – and seemingly
complicated. This is where we are now. Keembert’s foot needs to be lanced
and the fluid removed – he will need to be moved from the current hospital for
this procedure. We are trying to reach the orthopedic specialist/surgeon
who originally gave the orders for him to be admitted to the hospital, as he
must also give the order for him to be released. We have been unable to
reach him so far today. Also, Keembert has developed thrush in his mouth – poor
little guy! – so he is being treated for that. He has also started running
a fever on occasion.We are praying that the thrush and fever clear up, and that
we are able to have Keembert admitted to a hospital which communicates
better. We are also praying that the surgical procedure is done well, with
as little discomfort as possible for Keembert, and that his foot heals

**Byron just got through to Dr. Bouvier** – please pray that Dr.
Bouvieur is able to reach the appropriate person and that Keembert can be
released today. Communication here is unbelievably poor. Dr.
Bouvieur is frustrated, at best. He said that they should never have
accepted Keembert if they were unable to take care of his foot. Makes
sense.Anyway, that is where we are.

Keembert is in my home right now. Very quiet (for him) but sharing
his smile.We have been to the orthopedic specialist, who removed some fluid from
his foot, and has instructed us to bring him to the new hospital (a very modern
and topnotch hospital) tomorrow morning at 8:00. We will meet with
him then and perhaps a pediatrician as well. Byron is on his way to
Petionville with the fluid – delivering it to a lab so that they can run the
necessary tests on it.The thrush (yeast infection) in his mouth is
unbelievable. We were not given any medication, although we were told that
he was given some for this, so we will get new meds in the morning for it.Dr.
Beauvoir – the orthopedic specialist/surgeon – is so apologetic! He has
been shocked by the lack of cooperation and communication at this
hospital. I will update you as soon as we return home tomorrow – hopefully
it will not be as late as this.

Please continue to pray for our son. I am one nervous mommy right now. I am so glad that Mark will be able to visit him soon, and that it sounds like he will get better attention at this new hospital.

In better news, we have four suitcases full of donations!!! Thank you so much. I love my friends. I love that I can put a post on my blog and on facebook, and two days later have 200 pounds of donations to take to Haiti. We have been weighing and redistributing the bags all day, and I think we’ve got it all!

A mini-meltdown and a prayer request || On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from February 2009.

On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from February 2009.

I am having a hard night tonight. Our little guy in Haiti, Keanan, is in the hospital. He has a really bad infection in his foot. It’s a bacterial infection, probably staph or something like it. Bacterial infections can be nasty to battle even in the US. Could you please pray that the antibiotics work quickly, and that the infection will go away for good and not require any further intervention? He was admitted on Thursday, and I’ve been trying to take it in stride. But tonight it just kind of hit me. I’ve never had a child in the hospital, and it’s really difficult not to be consumed with worry. It is so hard to be away from him while he is hurting so much. Thankfully, he is in a good hospital, and our orphanage is taking amazing care of him. They have a nanny with him 24/7 and they are keeping me updated every day.

Mark and Jafta will be visiting March 12-17. We planned the trip before Keanan got sick. I would really love for them to have a great bonding time together, so I am praying he heals quickly and is back to his regular self soon. I’ve already been feeling really down about not being able to visit myself. Now I’m wishing even more that I could fly out there. It’s tough to feel so powerless as a mom. I know he is in good hands, but I wish I was the one holding him tonight.

I think it’s time for me to sit down and have a good, hormone-fueled cry.

The woozy ultrasound || On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from February 2009.

On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from February 2009. 

I am 32 weeks today. It’s hard to believe I’m so close to meeting my baby girl. Then again, I feel like I have been pregnant forever and cannot believe it’s possible I could get any MORE pregnant. I am huge. Really, huge. I get the pleasure of random people telling me that on a daily basis. “Wow, you look ready to pop!” I may pop the next person who tells me that.

Today I had an ultrasound, for the sole purpose of determining why I am so HUGE. I am measuring big, but the ultrasound revealed there is really nothing remarkable about it. I’m just one of those women who carries large-and-in-charge, and gestates bigger-than-average babies. And uses too many hyphens in one sentence.

I was having a lot of anxiety about this ultrasound. Okay, who am I kidding, I have a lot of anxiety about every doctor’s appointments in regards to my pregnancy. I think I have a little pregnancy PTSD. I mean, I’ve had a lot of pregnancies, and a majority of them ended with a doctor’s appointment where I’m told that the pregnancy is over. So it’s sometimes hard to shake this fear of mine that at each appointment, a doctor will deliver some devastating bad news about my baby. I woke up this morning with a sense of dread, as I do pretty much any time I go to the doctor’s. That was also coupled with my daily “normal but annoying” pregnancy symptoms of heart palpitations, gastrointestinal issues, trouble catching my breath, and sinus pressure that fogs my entire head. I was kind of a mess by the time they called me back for my appointment. The doctor measured the baby, and then told me she was breach, but to calm my fears, decided to illustrate that the baby could be easily moved at this stage of pregnancy. So he pressed down on my giant uterus with the wand, which in fact does make the baby move positions. Then he proceeds to tell me that sometimes, when he does that, it causes women to pass out from lying on their back and something about blood circulation and pressure and . . .

Can you guess what happens now?

I can’t say I completely lost consciousness, but I did break out into that clammy, sweaty “I’m seeing stars” coma feeling. I had to ask for a puke bucket, and lay on my side for a few minutes, while Mark fanned me with a pregnancy magazine and India continually shouted “Mommy! Wake up! Wake UP, Mommy!” (This wasn’t in a concerned for mom, neti-pot way, mind you. More in a bossy, “your nap is annoying me” kind of tone). And then I started to finally feel better, and felt it was my duty to show my doctor how funny I found the whole thing, and how casual and not-a-freak I am about it, and that this incident was purely due to a funny physiological phenomenon and certainly NOT because of my irrational, crippling anxiety. I’m sure I convinced him.

Anyways, all that drama to determine, baby is fine, Mommy is a wee bit crazy.

Even though I am so ready to be “not pregnant”, I still go into shock a little bit realizing that the end result of all this discomfort and psychological paranoia is going to be an actual new baby. Getting to visit my new niece in the hospital, I kept thinking how I couldn’t believe that would be me in a matter of weeks. I also finally pulled out all of the newborn clothes I kept from India, and hanging them up made me a little emotional, thinking of a new little girl wearing all of those clothes and sleeping in the crib and being here to love.

I am excited, and nervous, and ready. Kind of.

Regression || On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from June 2009.

On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from February 2009.

There has been more and more baby talk around the house this month, as we start really preparing for her arrival. (And by her, I mean the “baby who has no name”. Yeah. Still haven’t decided). Less than two more months till d-day! YAY! We’ve moved India out of the crib and into a bed. The crib has been outfitted with a mobile and adjusted to the correct mattress height for an infant. India’s closet has been taken over with infant clothes. Toys have been moved out of the room to make way for a baby swing. There is endless talk of her role as a big sister, and suggestions of how great it will be to have a new baby. Today, we pulled in the infant carseat and baby bathtub. Our house is ready.

And India’s reaction to all of this upheaval and change?

She has completely regressed to acting like a baby.

She walks around the house cuddling on her blanket (sometimes even laying on the floor with it). She pretends she can’t talk and speaks in goo goo ga ga phrases, pointing to what she wants (despite being one of the more verbally precocious toddlers I’ve ever seen). She found a pacifier somewhere, and has taken to wearing it. She pretends to cry and need consoling. She pretends she’s cold and needs to be held.

She is pretty much showing us, in every possible way, that she is not comfortable being usurped as the baby of this family system. We learned about this “regressive” behavior in my child development classes. But leave it to India to so thoroughly and dramatically personify this psychological theory. There is no subtlety with India – she is saying it loud and clear.

This is in stark constrast to Jafta, who cannot wait to see the baby, asks about her every day, demonstrates how he will hold her and feed her, and seems to be thrilled to be a big brother to one more little girl.

But India. Oh, India. It may be a rough road for her.

How to Salvage Leftover Night || On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from February 2009.

On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from February 2009. 


A couple months ago, Mama Manifesto highlighted an idea we had seen on several other mommy blogs: Muffin Tin Monday. I must admit, I thought it was a cute idea, but I never got around to doing it. But . . . I found another great use for that muffin tin: leftover salvage.

Last week, we had one of those nights where the fridge was full of single-serving leftovers that needed to be eaten. We had a half-full box of takeout, a couple of previous nights’s meals in tupperware, and a few perishable items that just needed to be eaten asap. Lots of food, and yet none of it was enough to stretch out for the whole family. However, I knew that no matter how much I strategized, if each of us was eating a seperate meal around the dinner table, there would be trouble. My kids are notorious for coveting the food on someone else’s place, and a single-serving leftover night seemed like a recipe for disaster. Enter the muffin tin equalizer.

Rather than casting lots for each individual meal, I used our muffin tins to create equal portions of the leftovers we had. Each kid got a bit of mexican lasagna, shredded chicken, sweet potato stew, chinese fried rice takeout, and some fruit and corn chips. A mish-mosh of a meal? YES. But . . . the kids were thrilled. They thought this was the coolest dinner ever. Jafta was so excited that he asked me numerous times, “Mommy, how did you do this???” (Um, the microwave, my dear). They didn’t care that they were eating random bits of cuisine that didn’t necessarily go together. And there was no fighting. Just two full kids and an empty fridge. And that makes mama happy.