May 17, 2012

Three

It is so hard to believe that my tiny Ethiopian Princess is growing up so fast.  And boy is she a Princess!  Everything pink for her please!  We had a huge birthday celebration, even tho I am desperately trying to scale down birthday celebrations in our family.  Both grandmothers were here and so was my brother.

Marley's birthday, ironically, fell on Mother's Day this year.  I very vividly remember Mother's Day of 2009.  At that point, our adoption journey had been over 3 years.  We started trying to adopt through Foster Care, and eventually joined the international adoption community hoping to adopt from Ethiopia.  Our paperwork had been in Ethiopia for 10 months.  Looking back, that wasn't that bad, but we were told it would be just a few months.

We went to church on Mother's Day.  The pastor asked for all the mothers to stand and everyone applauded.  I crouched down in my chair and pouted. No balled!  I was already a mother to the most amazing little boy ever.  But my heart hurt for the little girl that I knew was out there, and at the time the Ethiopian adoption program was starting to look like it was going to close to U.S. adoptions.  I thought I was going unnoticed, until another adoptive mother nudged me from behind and told me to stand up…I was a mother.  I reluctantly stood, and then quickly returned to my pouting.

When reading my blog posts from that time, I am so thankful to not be there anymore.  Oh my goodness!  But there is another part to this story!

Marley, my sweet Marley Haset, was mine.  While the circumstances of her coming to me were not ideal, she was still always meant to be mine.  I carried her in my heart, I prayed for her and her birth family.  The Lord prepared me for her arrival, in an amazing adoptive mommy way.  He gave me a dream!  Her birth mother labored, and delivered her.  I admire that.  He also gave her a dream.  A dream of something better for her tiny one…life.


What a Mother's Day gift, then, now and always.  Marley's birth will always be celebrated in our home, as will Mother's day.  How amazing is that?!  I get to celebrate the birth of my daughter, being a mother and celebrating the mother that gave me my daughter all in one day!  I am blessed!   

May 7, 2012

Attached

Attachment parenting is a big topic in the adoption community, as it should be.  After being home with Marley for almost 2 1/2 years, I sometimes forget where we came from and how far we've come.  I haven't opened up about this until now for many reasons.  First, I didn't want to publicly admit that our daughter wasn't attached to us upon arriving home from Ethiopia.  The busyness of our lives didn't really allow me time to process it and then blog about it.  And finally, I truly needed over two years to see how much progress we have made.

We had read all the books, taken the classes and were very familiar with what an attached child and and unattached child looks like.  The excitement of welcoming a new baby into our home overcame us and accepting that our attachment was "less than perfect" was hard.  Nonetheless, we chose to utilize attachment parenting to help her bond to us and know that we were here for keeps.

What in the heck is attachment parenting?  As related to adoption, it's a method for creating a sense of security, familiarity, consistency and unconditional love.  For our family, we choose to be the only ones that held, changed and fed Marley for about 4-6 months.  After that, we allowed her to go to the nursery at church and stay at home with babysitters.  I carried her in a sling most of the day.  If she cried at night, I quickly ran to meet her needs.  I wanted her to know that I was going to meet her needs, and I wasn't going away.

Marley had never formed an attachment, it was foreign to her.  I recall being handed this perfect, tiny, happy baby and thinking, "well that wasn't so bad."  Not even two minutes later, I could see that she didn't know what it was like to be cuddled, held or loved.  She wouldn't lay her head down on my chest or shoulder.  If I tried to hold her to me, she'd squirm away, awkwardly holding her head up, as if to say, "your too close lady!"  We would try to rock her to sleep and she wouldn't have it.  She wanted to be put down and fall asleep on her own.  I know, some of you are thinking "what a dream!"  But that's all Marley knew, a box and pillow and a propped up bottle.  No holding, no cuddling, no loving.  At the age of 6 months old, she had learned not to trust adults and was relying on herself.


After we came home, she would go to anyone.  She has always been a "social butterfly," but she would go to anyone.  As if she didn't miss me.

That's where the sling came in.  I wanted Marley to know what closeness felt like.  She needed to know that I'm here and I love her.  I'm not going anywhere.  I strapped her in that sling and that's where she spent a good part of her days.  She would still hold her head back, and fought me when it was nap time.  The good thing is I am just a tiny bit more stubborn that she is.  I used attachment parenting to help Marley attach to me as her mother.  She needed to know it was okay to trust me, I'm here to stay.



As time would go by, we would jump up and down for the little milestones we'd make as a family.  The first time Marley fell asleep in my arms was a BIG DEAL!  She was about a year old.  When she was tired, she would lay her head on my shoulder briefly…I was soaking it up!

So Two and a half years later, my tiny, happy girl is attached!  I'm sure she has been for quite some time, but with adoption we always have to be aware of it.  Marley LOVES to be cuddled!  She loves to crawl into bed with me and curl up in my arms.  I have a hard time dropping her off to pre-school because she wants Mommy to stay with her.  While she is still and will probably always be a "social butterfly," when it comes down to it, it's Mommy that she wants!


So Two and a half years later, my tiny, happy girl is attached!  I'm sure she has been for quite some time, but with adoption we always have to be aware of it.  Marley LOVES to be cuddled!  She loves to crawl into bed with me and curl up in my arms.  I have a hard time dropping her off to pre-school because she wants Mommy to stay with her.  While she is still, and will probably always be, a "social butterfly," when it comes down to it, it's Mommy that she wants!