Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Giving Thanks A Day Early

This morning John Francis and Jose had appointments with an opthalmologist.  The neurosurgeon said that it is important for kids with spina bifida to get their eyes checked, especially if we know they have hydrocephalus, because they can see if there is pressure on the optic nerve.  Jose was diagnosed with a cataract when he was a toddler, so this was to see how his eyes are doing now that he is in school.  We got very good news for both--Jose's cataract has disappeared and his eyes are doing great.  John's eyes are very healthy and he has normal vision.  I am a thankful mommy today!  Therese will have her eye appointment next week, and we are also waiting for the urodynamics testing to be rescheduled that got cancelled this week.
 
This afternoon is the big cooking day for Thanksgiving dinner, and I will be making all the pies--1 shoo-fly, 3 pecan, and 4 pumpkin, and cooking all the components like rice and millet and cornbread that go in the carrot loaf and dressing.  Now that we have eaten a plant-based diet for several years, we have developed a traditional menu that is vegan and low in fat.  I also make the fresh cranberries into a delicious sauce without sugar.  My sister found the recipe a few years ago and I just love it.  The leftovers taste super on pumpkin waffles with maple syrup!  The kids love to see Mom cooking all the good stuff.  John seems very excited about his first Thanksgiving in the USA.  Of course he likes eating at any time, but the pies are the first he has ever seen me make, and he is enthusiastically pointing out things and saying, "I like it, this one!  My favorite, this one!"  I'm not sure how he will like the main dish of carrot loaf, but with pie for dessert I'm sure everyone will eat their assigned portions of that and veggies.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Three Months Ago

In some ways it is hard to believe that it was only three months ago that I met Therese for the first time, in a hotel in Lanzhou.  She had been in our hearts for almost exactly a year, and we had talked and thought and prayed about her for so long, that it almost seemed unreal to finally meet her in person.  It felt like a dream.  I had dreamed several times before leaving for China, about the day I would finally get to hold this little girl.  I was prepared for tears and trauma but in real life the day just glowed with blessing.  I felt almost euphoric.  (Some of it was jet lag, but it really was a very special day.)  Therese came right to me, called me Mama, and was eager to investigate her backpack, and everything else in the room.  Within the first hour she even gave me a kiss.
 
 

 
We had to get her passport picture made, so I had to change her into something cute, tucked her into my Mayawrap, and away we went.  She had this glow on her face and snuggled right in.

 
From the very beginning, it was obvious that this dehydrated child weighing barely 20 pounds had a sparkling personality that would be impressive in a child twice her size.  She is definitely a spunky girl, and has gained about 9 pounds and grown a couple of inches.  She can be a handful and is the master of a killer stinkeye, but she is also a very lovable and little girl who charms everyone she meets.  We love you, Therese Marie!
 

 

Friday, November 16, 2012

Tofu doughnuts and Little Miss Stinkeye

I tried a new recipe--vegan tofu doughnuts.  The kids got me a little doughnut maker as a gift.  It only took me 9 months or so to get around to trying it out.   They didn't last long, but I got pictures to prove they did, in fact, exist:
 

 
We are still finding our new chemistry as a family of 8, and the kids are still learning how to be siblings.  That translates into an awful lot of bickering right now which can really wear me out by the end of the day.  The hardest part of parenting my new kids is not their medical needs, it is the emotional issues we deal with, related to food, and to bonding.  John still goes into overdrive charm mode as if he is family shopping with some new people.  That is a bonding issue that will take time.  We don't go out very much and are just trying to build stability for both of them.  Therese really knows how to tick off her brother.  Seemingly hundreds of times per day she will wrap herself around my legs and announce, "MY Mommy!!"  This triggers a chain reaction in all 5 of the other kids.  It is a good thing I'm so much bigger than they are, or they might rip me in pieces as they grab whatever part of Mommy they can.  Many days I spend so much time dealing with situations between the kids, that my laundry pile may take over the house soon.  We do have a lot of sweet times, but right now things are definitely a work in progress.
 
Therese has decided that whining is something you do in America to get what you want and has already developed skills in it that are enough to drive me out of my mind.  It sure didn't take her long--she is the champion whiner of all the kids.  She really is very observant and is always ready to try to work the system.  I hope that over time she will realize we will take care of her even if she doesn't work so hard at it.  We are her family now!  She was sick over the past week and really overreacted, I think because of bad memories of being sick in the orphanage.  When she started coughing she would pull her blanket over her head and cry and cry.  It was worth giving up some sleep to rock her in the night when she was coughing and crying, and to feel her go to sleep resting against me.  She has a Mommy, and I think she is starting to realize how nice that can be.
 
Here is a sample of my attempts to capture the famous "stinkeye" on camera.  This girl is VERY expressive, and has some of the best (worst?) facial expressions I have ever seen.


 
Yes, she is Little Miss Stinkeye, but she is very cute and lovable a lot of the time.

John's AFOs

On the 2nd of November, John got casted for his ankle-foot orthotics, or AFOs.  The first time I used that term, Mr. B. looked at me like I had lost my mind, and then I figured out he thought I said "UFO".  Anyway, here is the AFO experience, in pictures:
 
This first one is just because John thinks pictures of his feet are hilarious.
 
 
He was a little apprehensive while the stuff was prepared.   He also repeatedly pointed out all the spilled blobs of plaster.  "Messy!"

 
This one is where he thinks Mom should put the camera away already.

 
First step, hosiery.

 
Next, wrapping his foot and leg with plaster strips.

 
"Don't I look cute?"  I thought the tubing was for drainage, but then I realized that is so they can cut the casts off after they harden.

 
While the casts dried, he got to pick out the color and pattern for the plastic part.  A construction equipment theme on a blue background was the winner with no hesitation.
 
John wasn't too thrilled with the little cutting tool.  The orthotics maker was such a kind man and really worked hard to make John feel at ease throughout the process.

 
Yesterday we went back to get the finished AFOs. 

 
He really likes the trucks.


Here he is modeling his orthotics at home for his admiring siblings.  Half of his siblings have announced that they also need some, so I guess the extra attention worked to make him feel special!


 
You cannot use these without shoes.  Even with shoes, it has taken some time for him to adjust to a whole new way of balancing and walking.


Monday, November 12, 2012

You know your kids have overheard what you say...

When your daughter tries on an M&M costume that a friend gave us, and one of your sons tells your other children, "Catherine is dressed up as an enema."  Yes, I guess when I was telling Mr. B. to get some more of our new bathroom staple, the kids were listening.  The kids must have a really confused idea of exactly what spina bifida is.

A new twist to "That's not fair."

This is a very over-used phrase in our house right now, and one I am heartily tired of.  The funny thing happened tonight at supper.  John has, for some unexplained reason, adding a "t" sound to most words in English, even names--such as his brother, "Joset."  At supper he put his hands on his hips, and said, "That's not fart!!"  I was the only one who laughed.  None of the other kids realized what was funny, and Mr. B. was at his Chesterton Society meeting.  Not that John or any of the other boys would have minded saying it. This is a kid who laughs uproarously when one of his brothers belches at the table.  I have finally trained them to say, "excuse me," after they do, but they compete for the most impressive preface to this polite remark.  Just one of the many joys of being a mommy of boys--but who could resist these little guys?!
 
 

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Keeping Your Clothes On During Church


By the title of this post, I am not at all implying that our liturgy gets us so excited that we can barely restrain ourselves from ripping our own clothes off and leaping ecstatically about the nave in some kind of frenzied improvisational liturgical dance.  No, I am referring to the challenge that a mom with young children faces, to keep her clothes in place during the quiet and reverence of a traditional Latin Mass, and since it is the traditional Mass, a mantilla or hat as well.

The main rule of modesty I follow with skirts or dresses is that my knees have to be covered when I sit down.  There are some very cute skirts that meet that critera, but they are just at the right height that I have had a toddler entertain himself by flipping the hem around, or grabbing the hem and raising the skirt up and down like a curtain.  This is even worse than trying to keep your skirt down in a high wind.  The other problem is when you pull a child onto your lap while you are sitting.  The shorter the skirt, the more careful you have to be, or risk the child's feet pulling up the skirt into your lap with them.  The safest skirt is a long one, because the bottom hem is low enough that the child would have to bend down or sit on the floor to get ahold of it, and you can pull them up onto your lap without worrying if that hikes your skirt up a few inches.  The most interesting problem with skirts is what happens during what some people jokingly call our Catholic calesthenics.  During the liturgy we stand, sit, and kneel.  Small children usually like to stand on the kneeler, since that way their eyes are just above the back of the pew in front of them and they can see what is going on.  The problem with this is that with a small child on either side of you on the kneeler, at least one of them will end up standing on your skirt.  You try to stand and find yourself pinned to the the kneeler.  On this topic, if you have small children, it is very risky to wear a skirt with an elastic waist that is easily pulled off.  Don't ask me how I know this, but if you stand up in a skirt like that, and someone is standing on your skirt, your skirt will stay where it was when you stand up.  You don't want this to happen in church.  Trust me on this one.

The other risky area of clothing is of course the neckline.  Even a very modest neckline cannot stand up against a 30-pound toddler who uses it to pull themselves closer to Mommy.  You also have to make sure your top stays in place while you bend over to hear what your child is whispering to you.  ("I need to go poop.")  Any kind of blouse that needs constant adjusting will drive you crazy if you are managing a small team in your pew.  Then if you have a nursing baby or toddler you also have to be watchful in case they decide to help themselves to a snack.  The only safe article of clothing I can think of would be coveralls, but I just can't see myself showing up at Mass in one of Mr. B's old flight suits. 

The ultimate challenge with small children, if you are a traditional Catholic, is keeping your head covered.  When we first started attending the Latin Mass, I thought that there was some special gift the other ladies had, as their mantillas stayed on their heads seemingly effortlessly.  I quickly realized that in order to keep my mantilla on, I would have to take precautions.  I have tried hairpins, combs, clips, and everything short of actually glueing lace to my head.  My hair is naturally rather slippery, and I have to twist a section of it, put a pin or clip in it, and then pin my mantilla to that section of hair.  My other solution is a mantilla with a sewn-in comb, which gives the appearance of staying on effortlessly, and I can even bend over to see what a child is whispering to me.  ("I need to pee.")  None of these measures are childproof, however.  My first months in the Latin Mass I was juggling a very wiggly young toddler and I nearly lost my mind along with the mantilla.  All it takes is one child pulling on one side of your mantilla, and the whole thing slides off on that side.  If you have pinned it securely, it comes off along with some of your hair, ripped out by the roots.   I briefly tried hats, but the first time your toddler pulls the hat down over both eyes while you are walking, you find them less charming.  They also travel an impressive distance if they get knocked off your head.

Accessories give a very nice finish to an outfit, but long earrings risk being pulled, bracelets and necklaces function as manipulatives, and scarves are potentially fatal.  A coordinating scarf wound around your neck feels so pretty, until a child tries to hang from the ends and nearly strangles you.  All of these things--your skirt, your blouse, any accessories, your mantilla, require at least one hand to keep in place.  When you add several toddlers you would need to be an octopus.  I love seeing my row of children, all dressed up for church, but often by the time it is over I feel somewhat disheveled.  I will save distractions in church for another post, but if trying to keep your clothes on wasn't enough, there are other ways that your children will keep you focused on things other than the liturgy.  Sandals with summer skirts are particularly risky.  When the congregation rises for the Gloria, at least one child bailing off the pew will land right on your unprotected toes.  Mr. B. suggests rather unsympathetically that I wear steel-toed boots, but they just don't coordinate with any of my dress clothes.  They might go nicely with the coveralls though. 

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Something smells fishy around here

Yes, I mean that literally.  John came into the kitchen to inform me that Catherine was eating cat food.  You really know someone is improving in their English skills when they are able to tell on their siblings.  Anyway, I asked him if he ate any, since this is something that has happened before.  He denied that he had eaten any, and then I leaned down and smelled his breath.  In a vegan family, if someone's breath smells like tuna, you know something is wrong.

First Trip to the Dentist

Yesterday, John and Therese had their first dentist appointment.  Therese did a great job lying still to have her teeth cleaned.
 
 
John complained about the light, so they loaned him some sunglasses.  He was a good boy but he was very nervous about the medical setting and even big sister near him didn't make him relax.  He did like the television in the ceiling and got a clean bill of dental health--no cavities!
 
 
Therese got back up so the dentist could have a look, and she of course wanted to try the sunglasses.
 
 


 
I knew Therese's teeth looked bad, but I didn't expect anything else from a child in an orphange who had probably never had her teeth brushed.  When I gave her a toothbrush and showed her how to brush, she took to it with enthusiasm.  She would brush for hours if she could, and they certainly looked better after a few weeks.  The bad news we got yesterday was that her teeth are in terrible shape, not as much from decay as from malnutrition.  I don't know why this made me as upset as it has.  I know she was neglected and malnourshed, so it isn't that I'm surprised on an intellectual level.  I'm upset because this is MY daughter, and in her past she didn't get the basic food she needed, so her teeth could form properly.  My little girl has almost no enamel on her back teeth at all.  No wonder she doesn't like cold food.  I didn't think about that the reason could be her teeth, and assumed that it was because she hadn't ever had popsicles or ice cream before that she spits them out.  Her teeth are incredibly sensitive and probably have been painful for years, and she doesn't know any better.  I'm glad she is such a survivor, and she perservered in eating so she could get enough calories to live until her family found her, instead of just giving up.  The dentist is going to spend some time writing up a treatment plan, because repairing her teeth will take a lot of time, not to mention expense, and we will have to figure out what order we need to do things.  Even though these are her baby teeth, she needs them for several years to come. 
 
 
 

Friday, November 2, 2012

I had a dream....

The dream was about laundry.  I dreamed that I had done 10 loads, and was done, and I turned around and there was another huge pile, and as fast as I threw it in the washer, more kept appearing.  I spent the whole night doing this in my dreams.  I guess that is pretty close to reality these days.  If someone can't find me, just look in the laundry room.  Or they might find me asleep on top of the laundry mountain of clean stuff that takes over the couch in the family room.  I'm pretty sleepy after doing laundry all night........