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Sunday, July 8, 2007

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
- Dr. Seuss

I always think about all that I want to blog about as it is happening, but time just slips away and before I know it, I have so very much to share but don't have the time to do so.

Today is different and I am making the time to stop and journal of how I am feeling right this very minute. As I type this, I am alone at home with only AJ & Anna Grace. who are both napping. Kai is off with my sister for the day. I have tears running down my face as I listen to the words of the songs on my blog.

Many of you have written to me that God never leaves us and that He never gives us more than we could bear. Sometimes, in the depths of the abyss when I feel like I am drowing, it is so hard for me to remember that He is by my side, yet, He never does leave me and just when I think I am taking my last breath, I feel like I am being pulled up to the surface and my lungs are filled to capacity with His breath of life.

This weekend my Dad and his wife came to meet Anna Grace and spend time with us. It was a marvelous weekend and I love being surrounded by family. But, it is so hard, especially at first when you have a little one going through such attachment ordeals. As I expected her to be, Anna Grace was the most adorable charmer and everyone she layed eyes were immediately captivated by her grace, beauty and charisma. She played, laughed, hugged and kissed each and every person to their (and her) heart's content. Something that is so detrimental for attachment, but I wanted her to get to know her family during this short time together.

Last night, we all gathered for a big dinner here at the house. It included my Mom, her husband, my Dad, his wife, and my sister's family. Anna Grace had already had 3 holding times with me throughout the day and she pretty much rejected anything that had to do with me most of the day. Still, I stayed on track and through tears, continued to be the one to feed her, bathe her and be her "main caretaker". Right before dinner was served, we all gathered in the living room and Anna Grace was the entertainment. My sister and my Mom stood at the end of the room while Anna Grace stood on the other side and gleefully ran into their arms as they cheered her on. Her laugh filled the room as I sat quietly on the couch only getting occasional glances from her, with of course, no smiles. As each person held her and and she played, I knew my night would be getting tougher and tougher. It's amazing how she was not born from my womb, yet, I already know her like she was. God did definitely conceive her in my heart.

After about a half hour of running and playing, I scooped her up and sat her on my lap. Within seconds, the "initial frown" came followed by big tears. I then got up and went into the bedroom with her. There, our holding time was so very intense including many Chinese words she was saying that I have no clue what they were. She eventually called me Mama and gave me some very good eye contact, but I think only to get away from my grasp. I was emotionally exhausted and she was probably both physically and emotionally exhausted. The crying ceased and she calmed down. I gently laid her on the bed, pulled the covers over her and kissed her goodnight, only to find her reaching her arms out to be picked up. Once I did, the crying began again, this time more severe with anger and deep grieving. I held her tightly while I rocked her and continued whispering to her that I loved her and that I would never leave her. Again, they are mere sounds to her, but I know that she knows I love her. But, she doesn't know I will never leave her. About another 20 minutes later, I finally laid her back down where she remained quietly and was ready to go to sleep.

This morning, I awoke at 6:30. My immediate thought was, "Oh God...another day." I prayed quietly that the Lord continue to give me wisdom and guidance, but most of all patience. I can't even begin to express how deep the rejection can hurt, followed by incessant crying at the mere thought of knowing that she is coming in my arms. This is my child. The very child that I would give my life for, yet she wants nothing to do with me.

After praying, I leaned over to Scott who I thought was sleeping, but heard my sniffling through tears. He held me close and that's all I needed to finally break down completely. I told him I couldn't do this. I didn't want to do this. I told him I felt like I was a bad mother and I was constantly being judged as "mean". Tomorrow will be three weeks Anna Grace has been in my arms and it's been truly the most challenging change of event in my life that I have ever endured. I know for her, it is so much bigger.

Scott reminded me how I hard worked hard with Kai and how attached he was to me now and how I needed to stay strong for the other kids, that he was there supporting me and that we would get through this together. I let out everything I was feeling inside and then finally collapsed into the bed and laid there for a few minutes before having to face the inevitable tasks before me.

I got up, showered and came out to greet my family. AJ was awake, while Anna Grace still was sleeping. I took my little guy out of the crib, ever so quietly so as not to wake the sleeping giant. He smiled and gave me his morning "Hi", followed by hugs and kisses. It soothed my heart, yet made me wonder again why when I am trying so hard, she won't love me.

My Dad was leaving this morning early, so I made a quick breakfast. I then asked Scott to be the one to wake Anna Grace, since I could not bear the tears so soon after my emotional breakdown. He complied and a few minutes later, a beautiful Anna Grace with tossled hair and sleepy eyes appeared in the kitchen. I walked over and gave her a kiss and said "Good morning, baby girl", my usual morning greeting to her. No response, just the same stoic face I am greeted with every morning.

He took her to the potty as I continued to make breakfast. She then scurried over to her Grandpa and sat happily next to him. While breakfast was cooking, I went over and carried her from the couch where she was sitting and told her we needed to get dressed for church. I went to the closet and pulled out one of her pretty dresses and kept emphasizing how pretty she would look in it. I dressed her, put on her lacy socks and matching bow and then stood her up before me. I smiled and said, "Wow. You are beautiful!" as I spun her in a circle so that her dress would twirl. I got a half a smile. Aaahhh.....an ice breaker!! I then walked her back in the family room and presented her with a "TAAADAAAA!", while everyone ooohhhhed and aaaahhhed. She, of course, glowed with pride and went prancing back over to where Grandpa was sitting, obviously relieved that her time with me was over.

We all sat down for breakfast and I cheerfully fed her. She seemed upbeat, although not playing with me. My Dad gathered his belongings and we walked him out the door as I carried Anna Grace while she said her goodbyes. She stood in the driveway with me, tears rolling as Grandpa drove away.

I came back inside and told Scott that I would take care of Anna Grace while we were at church. He could carry AJ. Last week, was disastrous as she wanted NOTHING to do with me. Maybe this week, she would at least sit next to me.

We started towards the garage and I grabbed a new cabbage patch kid she hadn't played with on the way out. She held tight to her baby and we were off to church.

Once we arrived, we were greeted by friends from church, but I made sure she stayed on my lap and didn't go off to anyone's arms. She complied, although not happily. Shortly after mass began, AJ became restless and Scott had to get up and walk to the back with him. Anna Grace looked a bit dismayed that Daddy was leaving her side. I whispered to her that he was taking AJ outside and he would be back. She still was not relaxed enough to allow herself to lean into me, so it was like holding a stiff doll on my lap. I handed her a sippy cup and she took it willingly. That would at least keep her quiet.

Being Catholic, there is a lot of standing, sitting, kneeling, during our masses. About halfway through the mass, we were standing and she rested her head on my shoulder while I carried her. I can't even tell you how BIG that is. I almost dropped her from disbelief. I held her close to my heart and thanked Jesus for that little miracle. Then, all of a sudden, she lifted her head, grabbed my face so that I would look at her and ever so slowly put her head against mine and puckered her lips and kissed me. At that point, I just allowed the tears to roll down. She has never initiated close eye to eye contact with me, much less given me a kiss without my asking.

Seconds from this happening, Scott joined us with AJ. He had seen her doing that while he was walking back to the pew we were sitting at. This happened right after the eucharist was consecrated so we had to kneel again. I couldn't praise our Lord enough for showing me that indeed He doesn't leave us. He knew my heart was breaking and I couldn't bear much more without some feeling of knowing that all of this was not in vain, that we were obedient and doing His will. I was filled with the same love and emotion as I was on the first day at mass with Kai when we came home as we sang "Glory to God in the Highest". I day I will forever remember. I give Him all of the glory and honor for this blessing, and at times when I am so lost in my own world that I don't see the blessing, He gives me the strength to continue. I sometimes wonder why He waits till I am at my wits end. :) This again brings me back to Isaiah 41:10 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

We left church with my heart floating. I carried my beautiful baby girl all the way to the car with her smiling at me. But it gets better. Once home, it was naptime for both of them. Scott got called out to do a service call. So, I laid AJ down for his nap and I told Anna Grace that it was naptime. A word she already knows...and HATES. Immediately the tears came. This time, my heart was filled with compassion instead of dreading the sound of the crying. I laid her down and told her that AJ was napping and that Mama was gonna nap and that Anna Grace had to take a nap. She continued to cry, the only difference was that this time, she reached out for me to pick her up and pointed to the rocking chair. Something else she hates. I then sat in the rocking chair and softly brushed her face with my hand while she whimpered. She looked at me and said, "Mama". I had tears in my eyes once again. Then she stopped crying, nuzzled herself into my chest and drifted off to sleep. I almost hated putting her down. I held her for a while, gazing down at my beautiful daughter. This time, knowing full well that yes, every tear, every act of rejection and every moment filled with sorrow is more than worth it because someday she will know that I AM her Mama and will know that I love her with a love that only a Mama could give.

I know there have been quite a few negatives in my journaling about Anna Grace, but it's not all been rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes, the human part of me has wanted to give up and I am so glad to hear from many of you that I am not the only one that has experienced those feelings. But also, as I have been told by quite a few of you, and I am beginning to see it, I am really starting to believe that once she trusts me enough to give her heart to me, her love will be unconditional and will be forever.

I am completely honest when I say that it wasn't love at first sight at all with her, but I've learned to stop beating myself up about that. It's okay and could even be considered "normal". I've also learned that it's amazing how one look, one honest look from her into my eyes can remind me of the miracles that God creates. They come few and far between, but today has been a day filled with miracles for me and I am so thankful to our God for them. May He continue to heal her heart and to fill me with wisdom, patience, and guidance so that I can continue being the Mother that He wants me to be.

UPDATE: She woke up from her nap hating me again. But it's ok, I love her enough for both of us. :)

8 comments :

Carrie said...

Ohilda, you are not alone in your feelings. Many times after coming home with daughter #2 I was ready to give up. Katie was 13 months at placement and had been in foster care. She grieved her foster family and life before us so much. Many, many times I had doubts about bringing her into our family. Katie was fine during the day, but when it was time for sleep at night the crying began. Sometimes she would cry for hours...she was so sad. But, after a few months...yes months...she finally let us love her completely. And now, at 2 1/2, she is the funniest, most loving little girl. So, hang in there.

As a Catholic trying to find my way back to the church, I find your posts very inspirational. Your posts from China, WOW!!

Carrie
mom to Emily (6) from Hefei, Anhui
and Katie (2) from Hubei Prov.

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geminirn said...

OH THAT WAS JUST BEAUTIFUL!!!!That is what keeps coming back time after time(ok...at least 4 times every day for the past year or so..lol)is your HONESTY!!!!!

Thank You(for just being you).

Jill said...

Your honesty is wonderful and NEEDED! So glad for your break through OHilda! I am sharing your post with Bob (my husband) as he is still getting painful stabs of rejection from our newest addition, Sam. It hurts and it is SO HARD to be the adult when the rejection hurts so much. They are good buddies MOST of the time now but Sam can still be very purposeful in his rejection of Bob. You are a GREAT mom Ohilda! Anna Grace WILL cherish you!!

N & D said...

I love to read your honesty! Too many people sugarcoat the actual bonding process. It is not always pretty, but the end result is so worth it!
You all are in our thoughts and prayers!
Go pats!! :)

waiting4Isabella said...

Hey there,

Thanks for sharing your feelings. I am sorry that you have to endure that rejection. It's a horrible feeling but it's also a feeling that Jesus allows us to experience as he once experienced it, not from one person but from many. I will continue to keep you in my prayers along with the entire family.

Keep placing that REJECTION at the foot of the cross.

The pain is bearable when we shadow what took place in Calvary !!!

I Love you so much !!!! Your SIS.

Aus said...

Ohilda, I've been reading you blog ever since Marie turned me on to it - we'll be DTC by the end of the month - God willing!!

You just keep doing what it is you do - remember just a couple things - first of all, you are the mom and that makes you right! Secondly - and most importantly - God is guiding what it is you do, trust in that.

You're making break throughs every day - and in time you will finally win her with no reservations.

Know that you have our support and prayers - and thanks for sharing your life with us!

aus
soon to be dad to Huaxiong (china)
dad to Brianna Min Jee (Korea) and
Carl, Brittany and Ben (all homegrown!)
http://ausfamily.blogspot.com/

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