Feeding Challenges: “I’ve Got This” and Other Things I Once Believed

March 26, 2017 0 Comments

Major cardiac defects? That’s a little more intimidating than we initially signed up for but nothing a good surgeon can’t fix. Plus I’m a nurse, I can handle the hard. God prepared me for this.

Poor oxygenation? That’ll correct itself once her heart is repaired.

Severe developmental delays? Of course she’s delayed, but look at those bright eyes. There’s no way there’s not something in there yearning to breakout. She just needs some TLC and a family to encourage her, she’ll be walking and talking and sitting on her own in no time.

Severely malnourished? Not a problem. I’ve got this.

Malnourishment was not something I thought another think about. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m a darn good cook. My boys eat. They always have. They may not have the best manners or like everything I put in front of them but they will eat it, they know I will wait them out or reheat their leftovers for their breakfast if they give me a hard time.

I believe in vegetables, bacon, butter, and all good things in balance. Even on pizza night the boys eat a handful of spinach or carrots or whatever greenish item I provide before chowing down. They don’t have cereal every morning and chicken nuggets are only a thing at restaurants.

See, I’m pretty great right? I love to bake and eat and fattening people up is a specialty of mine. Toot toot.

The first time I held Lizzie, beyond the warm fuzzy feelings, I was shocked to feel how frail she was. I knew to expect small and blue, her oxygen saturations were in the 50% range on a good day. But she was skin and bones, her hands were constricted, and she was so weak. In all the pictures she had been bundled up so it was hard to tell how disproportionate she actually was.

The nanny let us know she would need to eat soon so I got out the snacks we came ready with. I handed her some Gerber puffs and a sippy cup of water. It was funny to see her finger the puffs, she had no clue what to do with them.

We got back to the hotel and made her bottle per the nanny’s instruction. I warmed up water and mixed the formula with a little rice cereal, even widened the hole in the nipple. She would not take it. I made the bottle a little warmer and the hole a little bigger, still nothing. The water ended up being straight from the electric teapot and the hole was as big around as a pencil eraser before she would touch it; and she would only let my husband feed her.

As those first few days progressed it dawned on me that she truly had only been given scalding hot bottles of formula, albeit mixed with congee and what not, but she never learned to suckle and what she consumed was tasteless.

Lizzie did not know how to eat. She watched curiously as we chewed and mimicked our mouth movements, it was totally foreign to her.

I utilized the hotel sewing kit and took in all of Lizzie’s six month-sized pants and skirts, everything I had packed fell right off of her. We took her to the checkup with the rest of our travel group, again we knew to expect a reaction from the medical staff based on her condition but for some reason seeing she weighed only 14 1/2 pounds at 2 1/2 years threw me off more than the 53% oxygenation reading.

Once we arrived stateside, Lizzie was taken straight to the Pediatric ICU for observation. The doctor took one look at the can of Chinese formula and advised we switch to Pediasure right away. Thus began our affair with canned corn syrup mixed with essential vitamins and minerals…

After being home for a couple weeks the plans for her heart repair were made. We were instructed to fatten her up any way we could and enjoy the bonding time. She began crawling, then cruising, then walking in no time. She said a few words like mama, baba, and bye-bye. She was already blowing everyone’s expectations out of the water.

I began adding coconut oil to her bottles and offered her baby foods and whatever we were eating without much luck. The plan was to hit her hard with feeding therapy after she recovered from her surgery; that should only have been about 3-4 weeks so there were no worries there. She gained five pounds in little over a month so I wasn’t too concerned.

(Remember my sweet skills?) this feeding thing would not be an issue.

Lizzie checked in to the hospital mid-September 2013 and didn’t come home until late January 2014. Two open heart surgeries later, she came home with a ventilator and with oxygen.

She came home highly addicted to pain medications and extremely immunodeficient.

She came home with paralyzed vocal chords from multiple ventilations and tubes crammed down her throat over several months. Even if she knew how to eat she couldn’t without the risk of aspiration.

She also came home with a feeding tube inserted into her belly.

The instructions “fatten her up the best you can” turned into “just keep her healthy the best you can.” Pediasure was her only source of measurable nutrition. Days turned to weeks and months turned to years and, while we had luck with fun foods like pudding and Nutella, nothing stuck.

No progress was made; standard feeding therapies weren’t cutting it.

While Lizzie’s feeding difficulties are extreme and have been greatly impacted by extreme situations, the root of her issues began where many adopted children started as well: she never learned the joy of eating.

There were no Saturday morning pancake breakfasts, no cute first spaghetti mess pictures, no nursing at their mother’s breast or being cuddled while taking a bottle. Often these kiddos come from a survival-of-the-fittest scenario. You eat or you don’t, and if you don’t there’s no second chance or bedtime snack. Going to bed hungry and hurting becomes the norm.

Add to that possible genetic disorders, health problems, developmental delays, sensory issues, attachment disorders, or any combination of the above and you’ve got a recipe for some serious feeding difficulties.

After a couple years of feeding therapy Lizzie became stagnant. The g-tube has been a lifesaver but also a crutch on which we became a little too dependent. The thought of sending Lizzie to an inpatient tube weaning program made me sick; eight weeks in an industrial setting where they force her to eat never felt right. Unfortunately, it looked like our only option.

Over the years I’ve received numerous pointers and have had multiple people tell me things like, “Oh, I have a picky eater, too…” or “Leave her with me for a week and I’ll have her eating in no time…” or “You know if she gets hungry enough she will eat…” And I would think to myself, “Oh gee thanks, why didn’t I think of that??”

At some point I realized I was once just like all the well-intending folks with such awesome advice, sort of like before you have kids and you say/think crazy things like, “My kid will never act like that,” while judgingly observing a toddler having a melt down and watching the frazzled mom cave.

What people don’t get is that she has been hungry. She has been so severely malnourished that she was near death. Being hungry wasn’t enough to make her eat then, and it would be over my momma-bear-dead-body that I ever let her think she had to go back to that place in her past again.

It’s not like she just didn’t feel like eating. She did not know how.

Of course some of what was happening was behavioral and comfortable, but certainly not the simple reasoning behind why my child would not eat. My “you’re gonna eat that or go to bed hungry” approach to mothering would not work on our little lady.

So many things became clear to me after we changed to feeding therapy with Spectrum Pediatrics. Lizzie’s new therapist developed a program around her needs, and when standard treatment didn’t work she altered the plan to fit Lizzie. She introduced me to a book called Love Me, Feed Me and drove home the idea that trust is key. Kids with pasts similar to Lizzie need to know that hunger is not something to be feared and their needs will be met in a loving way.

Spectrum offered us an opportunity to participate in their tube wean program as well. Their website states: The key to ending tube dependency is correcting each child’s relationship with food and as well as helping them recognize and respond to hunger. Being satiated, enjoying food, and enjoying mealtimes with family and peers are the natural reinforcers for learning to eat. We believe treating the whole child with respect and individualized care is essential to unlocking the drive to eat. Any child learning to eat should be doing so in the presence of hunger and in safe social settings and not under the stress of an unnatural clinical or institutional setting.

Umm, yes! This was exactly what I was trying to say and exactly the type of program I prayed would exist for my daughter. Up until this point, Lizzie never associated fulfillment with eating by mouth. She enjoyed the taste of things but had forgotten the concept of “If I’m hungry, I need to eat.” Just a few months ago, if Lizzie was hungry, she’d lift her shirt and point to her tube.

There are still many hurdles to jump and mountains to climb, but she has come so far. Lizzie has learned to love certain foods and she is no longer tube-dependent. She gets more calories, fats, and nutrients by mouth than she ever took by tube.

In December we were able to stop tube feeding all together. We’ve had to hide all the cheese in the garage fridge (she hates the garage) to keep her from raiding the cheese drawer and restock her allotments daily in the kitchen fridge (don’t worry, every single person in the house has been guilty of giving her extra because she is so stinking cute and irresistible). I spend a fortune on yogurt and if someone leaves the peanut butter in her reach you better believe she will be in it.

We are now to a place where she knows what to do to satisfy her hunger and she likes the way eating makes her feel. It is safe to introduce new foods and cut back on some of her favorites, just as one would for any baby learning to eat.

Unfortunately we discovered in late January (completely unrelated to the feeding therapy) that Lizzie’s heart is not doing well and needs repair. Her overworking heart is burning more calories than she can consume and she has begun losing weight quickly. It was decided best to start giving nightly supplemental tube feedings until she has the corrective cardiac surgery.

This initially felt like such a devastating set back. Just when we were making ground we had to put everything on pause. But, really, it is okay and I know it will be okay. She has continued to eat by mouth and no longer asks for tube feedings; in fact she seems annoyed by the ones we have to give her now.

After her surgery in April, we will hit the ground running again. She will have a healthy heart and will be recovering from a very different starting point than before. Once she is ready we will apply the same loving approach we did for the tube wean. We’ll continue to include her at family meals, we’ll feed her when she’s hungry, and we’ll say no when all she wants is chocolate pudding (or six pieces of string cheese) just like we would for any of our other kids.

We will sometimes lose patience and get frustrated with her and – in the next moment – be encouraged over the slightest interest shown in a new food. We (I) will stop letting new diagnoses, such as level 3 Autism, be an excuse to keep her (me) from doing hard things. We’ll take breaks and hang tight where we are, if need be, but we will not quit.

Rather than be frustrated by people staring at what seems to be a normal six year old child eating like an eight month old infant, we’ll keep doing our thing.

We will meet her wherever she is at the moment and celebrate how far she has come – and all she will achieve.

– guest post by Whitney

Waiting to be chosen: Get ready to fall in love with these three boys – Bates, Canaan, and Heathton

March 26, 2017 0 Comments

It’s all about the boys today!

“Listen” as these Storytellers from America World Adoption – Journey of Hope – share their stories about three darling boys.

Meet Bates:

This cute little boy grabbed my attention at the opening ceremony as he made wantons out of play dough during craft time. Whenever I saw him, he was always smiling and laughing. He is great around kids and acts like an older brother to those who are younger. He might be shy at first, but once he gets to know you, he will become more open and wild. He is a very energetic and upbeat kid. He loves to play outdoors, he especially likes biking. He also loves to play with legos, but one of his favorite hobbies is to dance. During the Sports Festival he was one of the quickest and most competitive little boys. If you have been thinking about adoption, please look into this little boy who just wants a forever family to be able to share all his amazing talents and love.

Another team member share about Bates:

Bates is a smart little boy with a fun personality and a contagious smile. He has great gross motor skills…running, jumping, hopping and balancing on one foot. He said he loved to dance and ride his tricycle! His fine motor skills were on target as well. He can write with a pencil, build beautiful creations with Legos and has mastered chopsticks like a pro! Bates’ caregivers report that he is kind and compassionate, friendly and easily occupies himself when he has extra time. During our time with Bates, he had great communication skills, demonstrating very good expressive and receptive language. His diagnosis of hydrocephalus does not appear to have slowed this smart boy down in the least. The redness on his face and neck appeared to be a port wine stain and does not seem to be causing any issues for him. His overall health was very good.

We feel that Bates would transition very well into a family because of the strong bond we saw between him and his caregivers. It was obvious that he was well-loved and well cared for and knew how to love in return.

He is a precious boy and would be a blessing to any family.

Meet Canaan:

I met Canaan on my first day. He reminded me a little bit of my brother when he was about five or six years old. Like my brother, Canaan had soul searching eyes. He was quiet and inquisitive about his surroundings, but I could tell he was looking me over. He would look me straight in the eyes as if he were searching for something from me, but when I asked if he wanted anything he would quietly shake his head and pick up a toy and play.

Canaan can dress himself and take care of his hygiene appropriate to his age. He follows instructions and speaks and is learning English. He can juggle and toss balls in the air and loves to play. He runs and jumps and kicks the ball.

We started a game another adult and four children including Canaan on our third day. We took a parachute and a beach ball. The object was to keep the ball in the parachute, but make it go around by waving the parachute and lifting it up in different areas. We had a lot of fun, and the children were quite good at it. Canaan wanted to get on the floor under the parachute to experience what that was like. Everyone was laughing. Typically, he is quiet around other children and does not usually interact with them much and prefers playing by himself, but occasionally Canaan likes join in.

I was told Canaan did not like to be held or hugged and during my visit with him, I respected that. However, I have to tell you that was hard to do because like all the other children as they came around me to play, it was a natural thing to hug them. The children were constantly coming up to us for a little hug, but not Canaan. He spent a lot of time circling me, as if he really needed to know me, but he looked like a little boy in need of a hug. On the third day, as we were playing, the group of children and I were having so much fun. Canaan was sitting next to me, I wasn’t really thinking… and before I could stop myself, I reached over and put my arms around Canaan. Guess what happened? He leaned right into that hug like we were best friends

Canaan has been diagnosed with autism and is in need of a forever family to call his own. We’d love to see Canaan home for Christmas next year!

And now meet Heathton:

Heathton is four years old. From the moment we met him, he stole our hearts. In the middle of a crowded room, he would make the decision that you were the one -for that particular moment who would receive his “love hugs”. So whether it was hugging your leg or wrapping his arms around your neck and laying his body into a leaning hug onto your back, you knew that for that moment, you had been blessed by Heathton’s love hug.

Heathton is nonverbal, but is a very busy little boy, wanting to walk everywhere and be in the center of what you are doing.

His forever family would be very busy keeping up with Mr. Heathton!

We are confident that a special family seeking God’s will would know the Lord has chosen them to care for this very special little boy.

Heathton will likely require a life-time care commitment from a very special family.

Is God calling you to be Heathen’s forever family?

Please contact the America World China staff at if you are interested in any of these precious boys.

To learn more about the China waiting child process visit

*These files are special focus and can be pursued by a family at any stage of the process.

An Unfinished Family Portrait

March 25, 2017 2 Comments

Looking up from a pile of leaves, a young, beautiful blonde-haired college girl smiles while being kissed on the cheek by a “somewhat handsome” college-aged boy. That young, twenty-year old girl, now even more beautiful than ever, is my wife, Amber. That college kid, who has not graced the twenty years since quite as well, is me.

This twenty-year old picture is one of my favorites and hangs in our dining room to remind me of the beginning of our love story.

Back in 1997, two years shy of being married, Amber and I had many visions, plans, and ideas of how our love story and how our family story would go. Both of us came from families that had four or more children. And in 2008, when we had Sawyer, the youngest of our four biological children, we felt confident that God had finally brought our family to completion.

As our four children grew, so did our the collection of framed pictures and portraits. In our front room, up our stairs, in our dining room, and above our bed, we began and continued to hang beautiful snapshots of our four kids.

One of my favorites is of Logan, Scout, Quaid, and Sawyer walking on the shore of Lake Huron. Each picture proudly displays the pride we have in our four blessings. Several years ago, I began to take my kids’ school portraits. Each of the four 8×10 portraits fit perfectly along the mantle in our front room.

For eight years, more pictures were added to our beloved gallery around our house. Four children’s smiles beamed across our mantle. Our family portrait of six seemed perfect and complete.

But God knew better. His portrait of our family was unfinished.

In the summer of 2015, what had been the quiet desire of Amber’s heart to become a family to a child who did not have one to call his or her own had become the loud, clear voice of God. While Amber had mentioned a desire to adopt within the United States, a burden for China was steadily growing.


I was happy with our family of six. Life had a sense of routine. Four children, in my faithless opinion, were more than enough to keep us busy and on the brink of insanity. Our eldest son, Logan, was soon to begin high school, and that would mean rides to marching band and school events and youth group.

I could just point to all of our family pics and the photos shared on Facebook. Life looked perfect. Our family looked perfect.

Sadly, the only thing I was looking at was the selfish desire of my own heart.

But God persisted. He brought the right moments, conversations with people, articles, and movies into my life that kept shaking up my heart and my perspective over and over again.

At the high school where I worked, one of our office secretaries was adopting from China.

At the church camp where I worked, God brought one of the interns that had recently served at our church to my table at the camp cafeteria. In our conversation, she shared stories from the country where her parents had served as missionaries.

And what country did they serve in?


And along the course of our journey, Amber asked me to go to our local movie to watch the incredible movie, The Dropbox, which once again challenged my heart for overseas adoption.

So in the fall of 2015, I finally surrendered not only my vision of what my family was supposed to look like, but I knew that God was calling our family to pursue an adoption in China.

In China, there is an abundance of boys abandoned for a variety of reasons. Countless children fill Chinese orphanages simply due to the fact that they were born with special needs.

That fall, the not-yet-ready file of a six year-old boy grabbed our hearts. Slowly our whole family fell for this young boy. His special needs were very mild. Through the Christmas season of 2015 and into early 2016, I began to have this new image of how our family would be made up in my head. This young boy would fit perfectly into our home as the youngest child of the McCulloch family.

Once again, God had a different idea as to what was to go on the canvas of our lives.

An almost nightly ritual for Amber was to look at the profiles of the many Chinese orphans still waiting to be found by their forever families. Amber’s heart of advocacy for these children would find her on the many social media sites and adoption websites. Often she would show me another picture or video of a child waiting for a home.

With each new precious face, I felt more and more helpless against this great need and more resolute that the six-year old boy we were pursuing was the one to complete our family.

In early February of 2016, Amber wanted to once again show me a profile she had come across. It was the picture of twelve year-old boy with hemophilia under the file name of “Liam”. Unlike any other picture I had been shown and in the most unexpected way, the smile and the story of Liam haunted me.

On the way to work, I could not get him out of my mind. One of the pictures was of Liam praying, as a ten-year-old, for a family to adopt him. My heart felt incredibly heavy for this boy. On that same exact day, Amber called me at work with the news that, on that day, Liam’s file would be released from the adoption agency we had been working with. At midnight, we would no longer have an option to bring this young man into our home and hearts. In a total leap of faith, Amber and I felt moved to put in a letter of intent.

Through much prayer, closed doors, and the decision of our home study agency, God led us away from the six year-old we had been preparing to adopt and to Liam.

And with this child, who we would name Jonas, we had to learn about what life with a child with hemophilia meant.

It was more than just a cut bleeding badly. We learned of the dangers of internal bleeding and how joints would bleed when damaged, bringing severe pain to someone suffering from this blood condition.

With Amber’s diligent study and discussion on Facebook groups, she not only learned more about what life with a child that has hemophilia would look like but also began connecting with a network of parents that were raising adopted children with this blood condition.

So as prep-work for bringing home our 12-year old son continued, we also continued to prep ourselves about what life with hemophilia would be like, including the need to give him infusions twice a week of the needed factor that would help his blood clot whenever he had a bleed.

The severity of Jonas’ hemophilia would remain unknown until we would later get him to Children’s Hospital of Michigan. What we did know for certain was that if his hemophilia was indeed severe, the treatment of this condition, especially for orphans, was very low. We had heard that most orphans with hemophilia in China went untreated and eventually died from not having the needed infusions of factor.

What we knew of Jonas’ story was that he had been abandoned in a train station at three years old. For almost a decade, he had most likely gone with little to no treatment for his condition.

On November 3, 2016, after nine long months of paperwork, stress, grant writing, prayers and raising funds, Amber and I eagerly boarded a plane for Beijing, China that would begin our journey to bring home our twelve-year old boy.

On November 8, 2016, in an orphanage office in Taiyuan, China, Zhao Huangyi was officially adopted as Jonas Timothy Huangyi McCulloch.

It was not even a few days into China where signs of Jonas’ hemophilia made themselves very apparent. Despite receiving an infusion early in the week, Jonas had many nosebleeds. Also, his ankle, from the walking and his first time swimming was hurting him. Amber knew immediately that we had to ice his ankle, compress it with a bandage, and elevate it. We spent much of our time in China in our hotel room to keep Jonas off his hurting ankle.

After completing the adoption process in Guangzhou, we finally headed back home on Friday, November 18. At Detroit Metro Airport, over forty friends and family members gathered to meet and welcome Jonas. Jonas’ four siblings now had a new brother! Immediately, this new picture of our family felt perfect.

Jonas immediately loved and took to his three brothers and sister.

Amber had already arranged for Jonas to see doctors in the Hematology Center at Children’s Hospital of Michigan that following Monday. There we met an extraordinary staff of people who wanted to help provide excellent care and to educate us on how to best address Jonas’ hemophilia. Dr. Chitlur and Missy and Annie, along with the many other doctors and nurses, have been such a blessing in their support and care.

Through her connections on Facebook Groups, Amber made the wonderful friend in Shari Luckey. Shari, whose adopted son Luke also has hemophilia, has been nothing short of an angel in meeting with us, answering questions, and even attending our first appointment at Children’s Hospital.

God, as in the beginning of this journey, continues to bring the right and perfect people alongside us on our journey.

As blood work was done, it was confirmed that Jonas had Severe Hemophilia A. Jonas would need infusions of factor twice a week. In China, he had only received one infusion a week for the past year. Before that he had never received any infusions.

He had been barely home for a few weeks when the long-term effects of hemophilia on his body became very real.

Having an immense amount of blood in his urine, Jonas was admitted in early December to Children’s Hospital. The complication came from not being able to give him the needed factor because it would cause a clot in his urinary tract. This would be very painful. Jonas wanted nothing more than to be home with his new family.

After four nights in the hospital, his bladder healed, he could again be given the needed factor, and his wish to come home was granted.

Another answer to prayer came with Amber’s cousin Tarra Steele and her husband Kyle. Tarra and Kyle are both RNs. They immediately offered to help assist us with the infusions Jonas would need twice a week. Instead of us having to drive over an hour each time to Children’s Hospital in Detroit, we’ve just had to drive across town to their home where they have done his infusions for us. Tarra and Kyle have even come to our house early in the morning to do his infusions as well.

Amber is determined to someday take this task on herself. She and I have both attended a class where we are learned more about hemophilia and how to administer the infusions. Amber, of course, is way braver than I when it comes to needles. Soon, Jonas will learn how to administer his own infusions at a summer hemophilia camp he is attending.

Despite infusions and needles, overnight stays in the hospital, and having to be constantly aware of bumps and cuts that would affect a child with hemophilia, the joy of Jonas’ presence in our lives makes these sometime stresses seem like nothing.

His adventurous spirit, genuine love and appreciation, never-ending gratitude and huge smile and heart have brought new chapters into our family’s story that far exceed the repetitious and dull story we could have been living.

There is certainly rarely a dull moment in our house now.

And there are growing pains for a family adjusting to now seven people instead of six. Instead of four children wanting the attention of two, sometimes tired parents, there are now five. Each day is filled with unexpected blessings that make the trying moments worth every conflict.

Amber and I will often look out our kitchen window and see Jonas playing with his brothers and sister. Today, we saw him dribbling a basketball down the sidewalk with Quaid and Sawyer. We will peer around our dining room table and see the smiles and hear the conversations of our newly remodeled family.

And we find a deeper perfection and joy than before.

I once had this idea of how our family would and should look like, but God reimagined and repainted the portrait of our family.

Now across our mantle, five beautiful faces smile.

Our prayer is that others will allow God to modify and change the portrait of how their families appear, opening hearts and homes to orphans around the world.

Trust in the LORD with ALL your heart and lean not on your own understanding… – Proverbs 3:5

– guest post by Jay: email || blog

This is Us, Adoptive Families

March 23, 2017 1 Comments

I am thankful for my family. I’m thankful that we’re all safe 
and there’s no one in the world that I’d rather be too hot or too cold with. – Jack Pearson, This is Us Time’s been storytelling with us. Our family life is a sitcom and a drama. Our script has been sweet and …Read More

Glad We Didn’t Know: Adopting a Child with Von Willebrand Disease

March 22, 2017 1 Comments

For four years I prayed that my husband would say yes to adopting again from China. And out of the blue he mentioned – in passing – that he felt like we had another child waiting for us. Within 24 hours, a friend had sent me a photo of a four year old little girl …Read More

Medical Mama-Ness: Sorrowful Yet Always Rejoicing

March 21, 2017 0 Comments

One foot here, another foot there.   How we walk — it’s a bit of a balancing act, isn’t it? A bit of an awkward dance in a minefield. Jolting, yet fluid. Slippery, yet steady. Unexpected potholes, but given with Sovereign purpose. The sun rose with a crying little girl in my lap, her alligator …Read More

Waiting for a Family: Wallace

March 20, 2017 0 Comments

Three-year-old Wallace couldn’t be cuter! He started rehabilitation training shortly after being found as an approximately one-month-old baby. Wallace loves to share and play with other children. He is shy around strangers, but opens up once comfortable. Wallace loves to be praised and enjoys spending time with familiar people. His file diagnoses him as having …Read More

Different Routes Toward Adoption: Always Worth the Fight

March 19, 2017 1 Comments

We all have our buttons. One squeeze of the trigger, and we fire away. One of the quickest ways to trigger a release in my momma bear persona is to hear or read an often used comment in regards to adoption. No, I’m not talking about the things we all hear as adoptive parents when …Read More

Seeing Him in the Daily: A Transforming Perspective for the Hard Days

March 18, 2017 2 Comments

Today. Today feels like one of those “the days are long but the years are fast” kinda days — busy, demanding, a mile long to-do-list sort of seasons of motherhood. Have you been there? Maybe you are like me and feel like you live there! It’s in these impossible laundry-piled days that’s it’s easy to …Read More

Waiting Child: Seraphina

March 18, 2017 0 Comments

It’s easy to see how this little cherub got her advocacy name- the face of an angel. Adorable Seraphina recently turned four! At the time her file was prepared (fall 2014), she had good use of her limbs and was able to sit on her own and walk with support. She wasn’t able to speak. …Read More

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