Showing posts with label transfer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label transfer. Show all posts

Thursday, July 3, 2014

My Heart

My heart just literally broke.  All over again.  I can't even put into words how I'm feeling right now, but I owe it to two little girls to try anyways.

Remember Annie?  The little girl who was a spitting image of my sweet A?

Left: My A.  Right:  "Annie #40-4"

Annie has been transferred to a mental institution.  She is eight and a half.  Just barely younger than my dear A was when I said goodbye to her two years ago.

My A was one of the strongest people I ever met.  She had more courage in her pinky finger than men four times her age and ten times her size.  She faced seemingly insurmountable obstacles and still managed to find joy in every place she went.  When she loved, she loved fiercely, determinedly, loyally.  When she hurt, she tried to hold it in... but eventually she started letting me be there for her... and every time she broke down in my arms, I broke down just as much or more on the inside.  When she hurt, I hurt with her.  I still hurt with her.

I couldn't help A.  She told me a terrible secret, and I promised to try to help.  I did what I thought was the right thing.  Even when that failed, I kept trying until my options were exhausted.  In the end, there was nothing I could do to help her, and that tears me to shreds to this day.

We can still help Annie.

She can be adopted.  Loved.  Treasured.  Comforted.  Just like my A was in the days she spent with me.

But she needs US.  She needs us to share her photo, her story - so that her family might see her and move to bring her home.  She needs us to help raise the funds to ransom her from the mental institution where she will spend the rest of her life if not adopted.  She needs us to storm Heaven on her behalf.

It's 5:00 am and I'm lying in a hospital bed, unable to sleep, crying both for my little girl and for a little girl halfway across the world who I have never met.  I feel like I've failed them both.  I tried to advocate for both of them.  I prayed for both of them.  I swore I would help both of them.  And I thought, for a while, that at least I would be able to help Annie in honor of my A.  I tried.  But it wasn't enough.

Maybe if I had screamed louder, prayed more, worked harder, the family that committed to Annie wouldn't have suffered the financial troubles that caused them to have to release her.  Maybe if I had done more, she wouldn't be sitting in a mental institution right now.

I failed A.  I have to live with that guilt for the rest of my life.  I can't live with the guilt of having failed Annie too.

Transferred.  To a mental institution.

Please help me help her.  Please share her.  Donate to her grant if you can.  I'm begging you.  Since I was admitted to the hospital yesterday everyone has asked me what they could do, and this is it.  Share Annie.  Share this post.  Donate to her grant.  Order a bracelet from my facebook shop so that I can donate to Annie.  Just help me get her home.  That's all I want.

http://reecesrainbow.org/14083/annie-40-4

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Bigger Plans | Reece's Rainbow Families

A quote from one of my favorite movies is stuck in my head tonight.  One of my favorite quotes, actually.

"Maybe God had a bigger plan for me... than I had for myself."  -- A Walk To Remember

I can't help but think that about 99% of the time, that quote holds true.

Like when I was sixteen years old, and I felt God calling me to go on a mission trip to New Orleans, only eleven months after Katrina devastated the region.

I thought this was the reason I was there.

I had a series of increasingly terrifying panic attacks and wound up flying home early.  Lots of people told me I was failing, letting God down, because I wouldn't be there to clean up that house.  They made the same assumption I had at first.

He wasn't surprised with the way things turned out.

Those people who judged me were wrong and so was I.  God had certainly called me there - just not for the reasons we all thought.  He was not surprised or disappointed when I flew home early.  He knew He had already taught me a valuable lesson.


A lesson that helped lead me here.

God had a bigger plan for me than I had for myself.

I think a lot of times, we think we know what God's plan is, and then He throws us for a loop.

"Nope!  I've got more in store for you!"

This is what happened to my friend Michelle and her husband recently.

God called them to a little girl in a photo.



They leapt with faith, jumped in with both feet, to adopt this little girl... to go retrieve her from a life of institutionalization.

You see, Carolina had been in a baby house with several other children who were adopted by American families.  But as all children do, she got older, and as is custom in the country where she lives, she was transferred, when she reached 'that age' (only four!), out of the baby house... out of the only 'home' she knew.

Nobody knew quite where she'd be transferred to.  Some of the kids from her baby house were transferred to horrible places.  IF a family was able to get them out, they were often found to have been starved or beaten.

Nobody knew how hard it might be to get Carolina out after she was transferred.

Michelle and her husband, Ammon, were certainly walking an unknown road.

It's scary enough adopting an orphan with special needs from a foreign country - imagine adopting from an institution where there were no adoptions, where outsiders didn't set foot, where updates were not given about the children.

When they got on the plane to fly to Carolina's country, the Buhlers' most recent information on their girl was already four years old.

They didn't know how big she was.  How far along in her development.  What sort of place she was living in.  Whether she was getting her needs met there.

They only knew that she needed a family.  And so they went.

They followed God's lead, they stepped out in faith.

They thought they knew the plan.

Get Carolina.  Bring her home.  One less orphan.

A worthy cause for sure.  It must be God's plan.

So they left everything they knew, flew to Carolina's country, and attended their official appointment to get Carolina's 'referral' in country - the first step to adopting her.

It was then that they were thrown for their first loop.  Carolina had a diagnosis that had not been in her file.  The facilitators in her country hadn't known.  The grant organization that helped them find Carolina hadn't known.  The families that had adopted from Carolina's baby house hadn't known.  Carolina had active cytomegalovirus (CMV).  It would add complications to her care as well as implications to her current condition as it can cause brain damage if a child is exposed in utero, and could possibly be spread to her new siblings and parents, affecting their health as well.  The Buhlers had to make a tough decision based on little information before they had even met Carolina.  Could they bring her home safely, knowing this additional diagnosis?

They cautiously proceeded.  They traveled far, far across the country to Carolina's region.  They nervously arrived to meet her for the first time and found themselves the subject of scrutiny by orphanage personnel, who didn't understand why anyone would want to adopt one of 'these children' (a child with special needs).

Imagine how hard it would be to get to know your child in a foreign place with people who had different ideas about children and special needs constantly watching over you.

Honestly, I can't even imagine being that far away from home for that long!  That is one of the things my trip to New Orleans taught me - I am NOT a long trip person!  Add a foreign country, language, and lifestyle to the mix and I'd be reeling.  Add all the emotions of adoption and... well, let's just say there's a reason I plan to adopt from a place with less time in country!

But the Buhlers?  They pressed on.  Michelle told me once that the travel time had not been ideal for them either - but that was where Carolina was, and when God said "Go to her," they had obeyed.

Over a few visits, they learned more about Carolina.  Some good and encouraging.  Carolina was healthier than some of us had expected.  She appeared well-nourished.  She spoke a few words and proved to be extremely proficient at walking on her knees (her cerebral palsy made walking on her feet impossible without proper therapy).  She expressed needs and wants consistently.  She even showed some signs of affection... something post-institutionalized children often struggle with.



Carolina loves to jump.  She likes to play with baby dolls and she asks for candy - but she doesn't like chocolate, except for white chocolate.  (Leave it to a kid to be in a country with some of the world's best chocolate, and not like it!)  She tolerates being held, usually to reach or do something she can't do alone, but her willingness to accept touch is encouraging.  She plays pretend with the baby dolls, which tells me that her imagination is alive and well.



But some of what they learned was not so good... in fact, it was downright distressing.  Years in an institutional setting are not good for a child.  In fact, this type of neglect has been shown to cause permanent brain damage.  Further, in these types of environments, children often learn a 'survival of the fittest' mentality.  They learn that to survive, they have to compete against all the other children.  It's not their fault - it's only human nature - but some children start to exhibit aggressive behaviors after exposure to this type of environment.  These behaviors tend to be especially severe with children who are smaller or weaker.



This is considered one of the greatest crises a family can face in country - finding out that the child they intend to adopt has developed aggressive behavior that could impact children they already have at home.  Parents are faced with the most heartbreaking choice:  bring home the child they crossed the ocean for and risk the safety of their other children; or turn down the referral of the child they prayed, hoped, and wished for all that time to protect the ones already in their home.  It's a choice I truly can't imagine having to make.  Yet it is the one Michelle and Ammon faced in Carolina's country.  Sad as it is, that sweet little girl had learned to fight to survive... and the Buhlers have other little children to think about as well.

It is a decision that tormented them.  It was not made lightly or easily.  Tears were cried.  Hopes were dashed.  Because families who ultimately choose not to accept the referral of the child they originally intended to adopt sometimes face judgment from the very community that supported them to begin with, there was pressure to decide one way or the other (although many of the Buhlers' supporters were very understanding and supported whatever decision they felt was best for their whole family as well as Carolina).  It certainly wasn't the adoption experience anyone would have hoped for.  Yet it is the one the Buhlers faced.

Ultimately, after conferring with friends and family as well as facilitators, orphanage staff and each other, Michelle and Ammon decided that they weren't the right parents for Carolina.  It broke their hearts.  They had loved, hoped for, wished for, and prayed for this little girl for months.  They had crossed the ocean in hopes of making her their daughter.  They had stepped out in faith when no one else would and said "Yes, we see this child's value and we're willing to do what it takes to bring her home."  Even when the journey threw them for loops, they hung on, trying to give things a chance to work out.  But ultimately it came down to the fact that bringing Carolina home could have serious negative consequences for their other children, and might not be the right placement for Carolina either.  They couldn't, in good conscience, bring home a child they weren't sure they could parent.

So Carolina was relisted as available for adoption.

But it wasn't all a loss for Carolina.  New pictures were posted.  Updates about her development, what type of family would be best for her, were added to her profile.  No longer would anyone have to rely on two-year-old information to determine if their family would be the right fit for her.  The Buhlers - and many friends and advocates - hoped, and still hope, that an experienced adoptive family, perhaps one without younger children, will step up to adopt her soon.

It is here that we catch a glimpse of what God's real plan was.  We all thought it was for the Buhlers to adopt Carolina.  But no.  God wasn't surprised by this.  He wasn't disappointed in His children.  He had known this twist Carolina's story all along, and He had sent the Buhlers anyways.  They were a huge, important part of his plan for Carolina's life.

Remember what I said about Carolina being transferred?  She was transferred to a place where there were no adoptions.  She was transferred to a place where the doors of the institution were firmly closed to nearly all outsiders, and those who were allowed in were forbidden from taking photos or information to share about children.  She was transferred to a place where the people who could give updated photos and information to the government's adoption authorities refused to do so.

If the Buhlers hadn't taken that leap of faith, Carolina would have remained unseen behind those closed doors.  Her information would never have been updated.  Her chances of finding a family would have dwindled further with every passing day.  Even if a family did step up later, they would face the same obstacles the Buhlers did... maybe more.

The Buhlers are the means God is using to provide the family He intends for Carolina with the information they need to take that huge step to make Carolina their daughter.  They are truly His hands and feet on earth.

Taking a step back, it becomes clear that God used Michelle and Ammon not only to help write Carolina's story, but also to pave the way for even more families to come.  After a couple days visiting Carolina's institution, Michelle told a story that gave me chills.

She said that on their first visit, the orphanage doctor had seemed very anti-adoption.  She felt that children like Carolina were best served in institutions like the one where Carolina currently resides.  But after the Buhlers' third visit with Carolina, the orphanage doctor stopped them as they were leaving to tell them she had changed her mind.  It turns out she had spoken to a family member about what life was like for children with special needs in the US - because of the Buhlers' presence at her institution - and learned of all the opportunities for therapy, education, and the ability to connect with a family, that children with special needs have in the US.  As they left the institution on that third visit, the orphanage doctor told them that she had changed her mind.  She no longer felt that children like Carolina belonged in institutions, but that they would be better served in families, and that she hoped they could be adopted.

WOW.  Are you as floored as I am?  Right there, a heart changed, the heart of a person who is responsible for the fates of countless orphans - because Michelle and Ammon took a leap of faith.

No, they didn't end up adopting Carolina.  As I stated before, they conferred with numerous people and felt that their family was not the right fit for her.  But all the same, they did more for Carolina than anyone has to date.  No one else had been willing to say "Yes, we will go for this child".  They did.  As they walked the winding, overgrown path to Carolina's institution, they wrote another, pivotal chapter in her story.  They were able to get more information on Carolina to pass on to families who might be willing and prepared to adopt her - who might have the family situation she needs.  They gave a precious child love and interaction she never would have had for several days.  They showed countless people - orphanage staff, children, community members - in Carolina's country - that there are people who want these children.  And because of their very presence, the heart of the orphanage doctor was changed.  She no longer thinks that children like Carolina are best served in institutions... she recognizes the value of a family.

This is the kind of change we all want to see in these children's birth countries.  The kind of change that will enable families to keep and raise children with special needs.  The kind of change that will erase the stigma of raising a child with special needs.  The kind of change that will improve the care that the children who are in institutions receive.  And it is happening... because this family said "yes" to walking an uncertain path.

Bigger plans indeed.

But the story doesn't stop there!  No - when it would have been so much easier, to just go home, when other families would have just given up, the Buhlers stayed in country.  No, they weren't adopting Carolina... but they weren't leaving empty-handed, either.  They were determined to save an orphan.

This is huge.  In case you didn't know, at this point I'll tell you that the Buhlers have four other children at home - at the time in care of relatives.  They had already been away from their children longer than any parent ever wants to leave their child.  It would have been so much easier for them to cut their losses and go home and nurse their broken hearts.

But they didn't.  They felt that God had sent them to save and orphan, and that's what they were going to do.  No, it wasn't the child they had originally intended to adopt, but does our Lord place more value on one life than another?

They went back to the capital city.  They attended another appointment.  They accepted a referral for a three year old little boy with cerebral palsy.  Meet "Nikolai".




Handsome, isn't he?  Even in his fuzzy referral photo?

Let me tell you a little about Nikolai.

Though lucky to still be in a baby house (as he should be at three), that baby house is in a region where adoptions, even international adoptions, are not common.  In fact, there has only been ONE adoption in this region in the past three years!  Nikolai was not listed on any advocacy site.  Nor were any of the other children from his orphanage.  No one would have ever even known he existed if the Buhlers hadn't seen and accepted his file.

It is worth noting that in Nikolai's region, there is a focus on encouraging domestic families to adopt children and to keep and raise their special needs children instead of surrendering them to state care.  This is likely part of the reason for the low rate of international adoptions.  However, domestic families had previously visited with Nikolai and decided not to adopt him because of his visible special needs.  Regional authorities felt he would be best served by an international placement.

They traveled to meet him.  I can't imagine the emotions Michelle and Ammon must have been facing at this time.  Mourning the loss of the child they had thought was their daughter, yet hopeful for the boy who could become their son.

They met him.



It was love.  He was theirs.  They proceeded with his adoption.

Just last week they had court and this little boy became Michelle and Ammon's fifth child.  A new life.  A new name.  Meet Ethan.



Soon, Michelle will bring him home... to his forever family.  The one he would never have had if the Buhlers hadn't stuck it out when things got hard in country, determined to save one of God's starfish, even if it wasn't the one they had originally intended to bring home.



Look at him.  He's ready to go.

But now imagine... what Ethan's life would have been like if it hadn't been for this long, winding, overgrown road that the Buhlers walked when no one else would.

He's three now.  Children in his country are usually transferred to adult mental institutions between the ages of 4 and 6.  One year.  Imagine.  He could have been transferred, to God knows where, what kind of conditions... in as little as one year.  Adoptions from institutions are even less common than adoptions from baby houses.  It is entirely possible that he could have been transferred someplace where no one, no matter how hard they tried, could have gotten him out.



Imagine this sweet, able little boy... locked away in a mental institution forever.

Recently, pretty much every adoption advocate I know has been screaming for another little boy... a little boy who wasn't 'found' while he was in the baby house like Ethan was.  A little boy who didn't escape transfer to a mental institution.  A little boy who was about to age out.



Brenton will be sixteen years old in just nine days.  And yes, that is a current picture.  He is the size of a preschooler.  Once a child reaches sixteen years old, he can no longer be adopted by an American family, as US immigration requires documents to be submitted prior to the child's sixteenth birthday.  We were all afraid, so afraid, that Brenton would 'age out'... turn sixteen without a committed family... and be condemned to a life in an adult mental institution.  We scrambled to find him a family.  Just yesterday, a family committed to Brenton.  He will be saved.

But that scramble?  That desperate situation where we had only weeks to find a family for a child before he  would be lost forever?  That all happened because Brenton was not listed anywhere until very recently.  He was not on an advocacy site.  No one had accepted his file in country.  No one had chosen him.  If he had been chosen, adopted, while he was younger, like Ethan has, he would never have been in this desperate situation.

Despite hardship, despite fear, despite uncertainty, the Buhlers saved a child.  Saved him from a life of institutionalization.  Saved him from permanent damage done by years of sub-par care.  Saved him from a dangerous last-minute scramble to find a family.  This is one less orphan we'll have to desperately search for a family for before he ages out... because he already has one.  Praise the Lord!

AND!  There is yet another twist to this story - one that is almost too unbelievable to behold.  Ethan was actually born in Russia - though neither of his parents were Russian.  When they returned to their home country, they left their baby in Russia.  He was placed in a Russian orphanage, where he lived for a time before his parentage came to light and he had to be transferred to an orphanage in his parents' country.  Given that there is currently a ban on US adoptions from Russia, this fact is jaw-dropping to me.  This child could have so easily been overlooked.  His fate could have so easily been the same one thousands of Russian children... children like Kyle, who I shared with you last week... face.  But it wasn't.  He was transferred back to his home country just in time for the Buhlers to find him and make him their son.  If that's not God working in this little boy's life, I don't know what is!

And then there's this part, which is only speculation, but it's likely true at least in part.  Remember what I said about there having been only one adoption in Ethan's region in the past three years?  Well... now there have been two.  I can't help but think that every family that comes through that region and says "Yes, we see the value in this child and we want him to be ours," shows the people of that region that maybe, just maybe, there is value in these children they have shut up in institutions.  Maybe they will be treated a little better.  Maybe some domestic families will be inspired to pursue adoption.  Maybe the people in charge of getting children listed for adoption and getting their faces out there, will start to notice this region.  There is work in progress to try to get some of the other children at Ethan's orphanage listed for adoption, so that we can advocate for and find families for them too.  More than likely, the road for the families that adopt from this region in the future, will be just a little easier - because the Buhlers walked it first.

Michelle is still in country with Ethan.  She is unsure if they have the funds they will need to get everything in order in country and fly home.  Even once they are home, things are going to be tight, because they were never fully funded and every extra penny is going to getting her and Ethan home from Eastern Europe.  All these loops they were thrown for destroyed the carefully laid plans they had for funding their adoption.  I honestly can't imagine the situation she's in right now... in country, without her husband or children, not even sure if she has the finances needed to get home.  If you'd like to be a part of easing that burden and helping her get home with her new son, you can donate to their Reece's Rainbow FSP here.  Michelle has promised that if any money is left over once they are home, it will be going to Carolina's grant.



Carolina.  The child they loved, the child they wanted to make their daughter.  There are people who think that the Buhlers let Carolina down because they didn't adopt her.  Maybe even people who think that they let God down, because they didn't complete the 'mission' that they thought God was originally sending them on.  I disagree.

Remember, people said those same things to me in New Orleans.  I was letting my mission team down.  I was letting the people of New Orleans down.  I was letting God down.

But God was not surprised - not then, and not now.  He knew it all before it happened.  He had mapped out our paths, even when we ourselves didn't know which way to go.  Just like I didn't fail God seven years ago, the Buhlers did not fail Him, nor Carolina, on this trip.  In truth, they did more for Carolina than anyone has.  Who was it that walked into unknown territory for this child's sake?  Who was it that obtained the new information where before there had only been outdated information?  Who was it that made sure that the family that was right for Carolina would be fully prepared for her needs?  Who was it that changed the hearts and minds of many in Carolina's country, simply by being there and caring about what happened to her?  Who was it that, even when things got difficult, refused to go home without saving a child?

Well I know one thing... it certainly isn't the people who are condemning the Buhlers for not adopting a child they weren't sure they could parent.

God has seen their work on behalf of the orphan, and He is not disappointed.

This brings me to one final point... and it is a difficult one.  Because so many people loved Carolina, when the Buhlers committed to her, she already had a large grant with Reece's Rainbow.  They really had little fundraising to do since the funds already raised for Carolina would be released to them once they had travel dates.  But because they didn't adopt Carolina, the money people had given toward her adoption now has to be replaced in her grant for the family who does adopt her.

In the past few weeks, the Buhlers have found themselves in country with barely enough money to cover their basic needs.  They had to beg and plead for $500 necessary to complete some requirements in Ethan's country.  Even though that need was met, I have a sneaking suspicion that the Buhlers could use quite a bit more than the $500 they asked for to get home.  And when they come home, during a time when they should be focused on bonding with their new son and getting him the medical intervention and therapy he needs, they will be responsible for paying back the money that was given to them for Carolina - just over $10,000.

If you have adopted, can you imagine what it would be like if you were responsible for that hefty pricetag just as you were getting home with your child?  How difficult would that be?  Many people will say, "Well, they didn't adopt Carolina, so that money was never really theirs to begin with, they should have to pay it back."  Maybe so... but also remember that they didn't even know about Ethan until they had traveled to the children's country.  He was not listed on an advocacy site so there was no grant designated for him.  The Buhlers thought they were adopting Carolina, so they counted on the money that was in her grant.  They had no reason to think they would need to do additional fundraising to what they already did, because that money was already there.  It's almost as though they were given an amount they needed to raise to adopt their child, and then, after the fact, they were hit with a sudden, hidden fee in a HUGE amount - and are now stuck with having to fundraise after they bring their child home... while they try to bond and do everything else.

That's a rough situation to be in.

It's no one's fault, it's just the way things work... the money raised for Carolina's adoption needs to be there for whatever family does decide to adopt Carolina... but at the same time, the Buhlers never had the chance to do the kind of fundraising it turns out they needed.

I'll tell you what I see.  I see a family who has gone above and beyond to help the orphan, a family who has stayed strong when some would have given up, a family who has blazed a trail for those who might come after them to adopt from regions and institutions where adoption is not common, a family who has changed hearts and minds along the way, and a family who has rescued a precious angel.  I see a family who needs and deserves our help raising money that they didn't expect to have to raise.

And I KNOW that God is NOT disappointed with their work to save the orphan.

If you would like to be a part of helping the Buhlers and supporting the amazing work they have done, we are asking that donations be made to Carolina's grant with Reece's Rainbow.  On the Paypal confirmation screen, there is an annotation that allows you to include a note with your donation.  It looks like this:



Click where it says "Add special instructions to recipient" and type your note in the box that opens up - something like "To help repay Carolina's previous grant" or "On behalf of the Buhlers".  This will ensure that your donations not only help Carolina, but ease the burden on the Buhlers as they return home with Ethan.

Beyond that, you can pray, and you can share.  You can pray that the Buhlers transition home will be smooth.  You can pray that the family that is right for Carolina will see her quickly and step up to adopt her. This family would be experienced with institutional behaviors and preferably not have any younger or weaker children (Carolina is seven).  You can pray that Carolina's grant can be repaid with minimal hardship to the Buhlers.  And you can share their need, so that even if you don't have the means to  help them repay it, maybe someone who does will see it.  Maybe Carolina's family will even see it.

I, for one, think that this is all part of Carolina's story... her road to the family God has intended for her... and we are just lucky to have seen another child saved in the process.  Thus far, no one has done more to help that story along than the Buhlers... and I think they deserve our thanks and our help.  Please, will you be a part of easing the burden on them and helping Carolina by giving to her grant?  Will you be a part of this divine story?

The link to Carolina's grant is here.  It is up to you now.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

A Precious Soul

We called him "Kyle".


His only crime was being born with Down Syndrome in a country that doesn't see the value in people with special needs.

For this, he was placed in an orphanage soon after he was born.

In Kyle's home country, Russia, the orphanages are usually run by the government.  The Baby Houses are not usually so bad.  It's certainly no place to grow up, but the children generally appear well cared for... like Kyle did.

But between the ages of 4 and 6 years old, children with special needs are transferred.  Moved out of the baby house... to another place.

An adult mental institution.

Adult.

Imagine that tiny, delicate little boy in an institution for mentally ill adults.

That's where this transformation took place.


Yes, that's the same little boy.

The new picture came a few months after Russia banned adoptions to American citizens, as well as to unmarried mothers in any country which permits marriage equality... essentially destroying any chance "Kyle" and his fellow orphans ever had to find a family.

It shocked us all.

How could they do this to such a precious, vibrant little soul?

Today more news came down.

He died.  Kyle died.

He died alone in a mental institution.

He died without ever knowing the love of a family.

A precious soul, gone from this earth forever.

When I first saw the news today, I immediately started to cry.  But as quickly as the tears came, they were gone, replaced by anger.  Anger at the government which places so little value on the life of a child, simply because he has special needs, that it would sooner allow him to die in an institution than be adopted.  Anger at the political posturing that brought about this adoption ban and erased Kyle's future.

Then came the relief.  Yes, relief.

Remember, a few months ago we learned that this was Kyle's existence:



Abused.  Malnourished.  Neglected.  Sick.  In pain.

What a miserable existence.

Kyle's pain is gone now.  He is finally home.

No, he's not in the home we wanted for him.  He's gone home to be with God instead.  We had hoped he could know the love of an earthly family before that inevitability, but it didn't happen that way.

Nevertheless, he is home now.

No more abuse.  No more hunger pains.  No more banging his head against the bars of his crib just for some sort of stimulation.

Kyle has a new, perfect body in Heaven... no more pain.

That's why the relief.

And that's the feeling I'm going to choose to hold onto.  Gratefulness that God did not allow Kyle to suffer any longer - that He called him home rather than let him endure this Hell on Earth for one more minute.

It shouldn't be this way.  Children aren't supposed to die.  They are supposed to live long, fulfilling lives on Earth before going home to God.

Sometimes there's something we can do.  Pray.  Advocate.  Give.  Adopt.  The things I beg you to do every single day, for children who we can help.

But sometimes... like in Kyle's case... we are woefully helpless.  For the thousands of Russian orphans that still survive on this earth, there is little or nothing that we can do to change their circumstances.

It is in times like these that I pray the hardest.  Jesus, please come quickly.  Your children need you.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Losing the Other Eyebrow... and Being Down to the Wire

I'd have had this up sooner if I hadn't slept for the larger part of the last 24 hours, but alas, here it is - I am now an eyebrowless woman!

Thanks to Sevenly, Brett (one of 'my' boys), received $1,000 in his grant account late on Christmas day.  When added to what had already been raised for him during Angel Tree, it amounted to $1,607.30!  Hooray, Brett!

Elden's grant has been sitting at a pretty steady $529.50 for a few days - and I have been racking my brain trying to think of ways to raise it, but for the most part coming up empty handed - and some complications I will mention later in this post are not helping either.

Regardless, the boys are now WELL over a combined $1,500 - actually at a combined $2,136.80!  However - since Elden is still not over the $1,000 wall yet, thus not at HIS goal, this only means one less eyebrow for this girl... in another $470.50, I get to shave my head!

But without further adieu, let me share the final de-eyebrowing with you all.

Here's a picture taken before, me and my one-eyebrowed glory:




And then here's me after The Shaving, no eyebrows left to speak of:





Yes.  It is weird.

Now for the HAIR!  Come on guys, we are so close and we only have five days left to raise that money!  Let's complete the effect and baldify me!  Once bald, I'm going to order cards from Vistaprint explaining why I'm bald with a link to Reece's Rainbow - so that every time someone asks, I'm spreading awareness!

Actually, that has started already.  Eyebrows aren't usually enough for perfect strangers to ask what happened, but I did get to have an excellent conversation with some family members about orphans and Reece's Rainbow at family Christmas (which I attended one-eyebrowed).

Today, after posting the second eyebrow shaving video (will be seen below), I received two 'follows' on you tube and a private message informing me that I'm crazy, but for a good cause!  Why yes, that's the point!

I've never been happier to have no eyebrows.

Wait.  Pretty sure I've never done this before.

Now, here's some fun - the video of the second eyebrow's disappearance.  In case you're noticing the theme here, yes, I am wearing footie pajamas again, only leopard this time.  That's right.  I have the most epic footie pajama collection in the world.  Be.  Jealous.  ;)



Let me remind you all that WHEN the final money is raised and Elden is over his goal, the head shaving will be videotaped as well.  I promise hilarity.



Now, despite the mostly upbeat and fun nature of this post, I'm feeling compelled to share something a little more serious with you all tonight.  If you keep up with international news, you might know that the Russian parliament has passed an act that would ban all adoptions by U.S. citizens.  The only obstacle left between this legislation and a legal decree that would essentially be a death sentence to many, many orphans, is President Putin, who can either sign or veto it.  He has hinted at support for the legislation, even though it will have serious ramifications not only for the children, but for the Russian economy and US/Russian relations, as there is currently a treaty allowing such adoptions in place which this legislation would essentially be breaking.

For those of us who advocate for adoption, this whole thing is terrifying.  Russia is a big country, obviously, and it has literally thousands upon thousands of orphans and not enough families to adopt them.  Thousands are adopted by US families every year.  Some of our dear sweet Reece's Rainbow babes - indeed, some of our Angel Tree babes - are in Russia - though I can't tell you which ones for their protection - and if this passes... well, think of what could happen to them!

Some of you might recall the post I wrote earlier this year about transfer.  About how children are often transferred to adult mental institutions between the ages of 4 and 6.  About how few special needs children survive this transfer, and how bleak their future is even if they do - unless they are adopted.   Entire lives spent behind the walls of an institution.  Do me a favor, go check out my other blog, the post about mental health in America, and imagine sending a five year old with down syndrome to live in a place like that - no - ten, twenty times WORSE than that - for the rest of his life.

Yes, there are other countries, but the vast majority of Russian children who are internationally adopted are adopted by American families.  Without adoption to save them, how many more will be forced to live out their lives in bleak, horrible places?  Even if the legislation were later revoked, it would be too late for many of them.

It is because of this that I ask you to pray.  Pray with everything you have that something will soften Putin's heart and cause him to deny this legislation.  Only God can intervene now.  Share the plight of these children.  Ask your friends to pray.  Do not allow governments to use children as pawns in their political agendas without being held accountable for their actions.

It is also because of this that I again beg you to donate.  Again, I can't tell you which children are in Russia, or which ones will be available to Canadian families even if the legislation passes, but those children are going to need our help even more.  International adoption is even more costly in Canada than it is in the US.  Awareness will need to be spread.  Comfortable grants will need to be available for children to encourage families to take a leap of faith.  And since I can't discuss exactly where kids are, if this moves you to donate, donate to any child.  Many of them are in Russia.  Many of them are not, and they need funding too.  You can do no harm by giving to a child who has nothing.

Might I suggest a certain little boy with down syndrome, whose advocate wants to go bald just like he will?



Donate to Elden here.  

Please help me get him over $1,000.  Please.  I don't really have anything to offer (except, you know, my amusing hair removal on video), but if I'm feeling discouraged right now I can only imagine how he would feel if he were transferred to one of those awful institutions - and he will be six in February - it is a very real danger.  Together we can do this.

After the next $100 is raised, I'll post again with a little surprise... ;)

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

TRANSFER is a Four Letter Word

In many parts of Eastern Europe, parents who give birth to children with special needs, lacking the social support systems we have built up in this country, feel unable to care for their children, and sometimes before even leaving the hospital, surrender them to the care of orphanages, or 'baby houses'.  They believe their children will have better lives there.  They will be able to get the medical care they need, that their parents can't afford.  They may have a chance at being adopted by a family who can care for those needs.  They can live out their lives with other people 'like them'... where someone is paid to care for them.

According to society in these countries, it's the right thing to do.  Bringing home a disabled child and trying to raise him/her by yourself is nearly unheard of.  And so, in droves, babies are delivered from hospitals or parents arms to baby houses, where they lie in cribs in rooms full of other children in the same predicament.  Most of the time, the parents who gave birth to these babies never see them again.

This... becomes home.


Some baby houses do their very best to take care of children and nurture them, albeit on very limited resources.



Some baby houses are in between.  They have very little for the children to 'play' with, so they are left to self stimulate... reach out for anything interesting or different.



Some... are downright criminal.

Katie was nine years old when this was taken in the baby house for children 0-3.


But... did you catch that I didn't call them 'orphanages' but maybe once?  I called them 'baby houses'.  Why?  The answer is simple.  They are for babies.  Orphaned babies.  Babies with special needs.

What of children?  Orphaned children?  Children with special needs?

They don't just disappear after they're surrendered to the baby house.  Not unless they die, which they do.  The age varies by region, but a child is eventually transferred OUT of the baby house... be it a good one or a bad one.  Usually, children are between four and six years old at the age of transfer.  Hardly babies... but still very small and vulnerable.  Here in America, our children have Thomas the Train birthday cakes and candles to blow out.  In Eastern Europe, their birthday gift is transfer.

So... where do they transfer them to?  They have baby houses... surely child houses come next, right?  Children's homes.

Sometimes.  If they're lucky.

But special needs children?  No, their futures are almost always much darker.  There will be no 'children's home' for them.  They are still transferred... but to an adult mental institution.

TRANSFER.

If you're an orphan advocate or an adoptive family, it's one of the ugliest words you've ever seen.  Your stomach drops when you see it on a child's profile... like it is on these ones... only a few of many profiles that read similarly.

Marla

Girl, Born March 2007
FACING IMMINENT TRANSFER!!!

Poor sweet Marla……….she was born with severe CP.   She has a loving personality, but is completely immobile on her own.  She is facing transfer soon and will remain bedridden the rest of her life if she is not adopted :( (
From her medical records:   Congenital malformation of the CNS: microcephaly, spastic tetraparesis.   Can not walk.   Does not speak. 
Married couples only, older parents and large families welcome, travel required.   More photos available. 
$2232.93 is available towards the cost of my adoption!



Sophia
Girl, born April 2008
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black
Nature: Passive
Diagnosis: Down syndrome
What a blessing, an updated photo!!   She looks so much better, but she is facing transfer this year.   Please, let’s find Sophia a family!
$1497.00 is available towards the cost of my adoption, including $1.00 from Angel Tree donations!


Arthur
Boy, born July 2008
Nature: Quiet
Diagnosis: Down syndrome

So glad to have new photos of Arthur, he is growing up so fast!   Arthur is 4 years old and is facing transfer to the institution.

$5310.50 is available towards the cost of my adoption,including $310.50 from Angel Tree donations!



Look at Arthur.  Look at the toys behind him, the joy on his face.  He's still in his baby house.  But it's right there in plain english... 'facing transfer'.  

What happens when Arthur is transferred?  What happens when four, five, six year old children with disabilities are sent to adult mental institutions?

In my mind, Ksenia is the face of transfer.  If you haven't already... meet Ksenia.  The little girl whose face is seared into my mind forever, the little girl whose photos I don't need to look at to remember the tragedy.

Ksenia before transfer


Ksenia after transfer


Yes.  That is the same little girl.  

THIS... is what TRANSFER means.

Take a look at some of the other faces of transfer.  Ksenia is not alone.  Her case is not an isolated incident.












And that's it for before/after pictures tonight.  Then there are these kids... who knows what they looked like, how full of life they might have been before they were transferred?

Hope is 15

Irina is 8

Victoria is 7

Zulfira is 7



TRANSFER.

It is the greatest tragedy of their already traumatic lives.

And it is inevitable.

Unless they are adopted.

Take a look again at Ksenia, Zulfira, Victoria, Irina, Sonny.  They are all in the same country as my precious angel tree boy, Elden.  This one.



Look at the joy on his face, the light in his eyes, the way he shakes his rattles with enthusiasm.  Elden is clearly in a baby house that does its best to take care of the children.  He has been lucky, thus far.  

But Elden is five.  He will turn six in February.  The upper age limit at which children in his country are usually transferred.  

If he is not adopted, Elden will be transferred.  The tragedy that happened to Zulfira, Ksenia, Irina, Sonny, all the others... will become his tragedy too.  The joy will disappear from his face.  The light will go out in his eyes.  His sweet chunky little legs will thin out until they are skin and bone.  

I can't tell you how much this thought breaks my heart.

We can't let this happen.  Not to this little boy who is so full of joy and life.

We don't just need to raise money for Elden this Christmas - we need to find his family.  Before it's too late.  This may be Elden's last chance.

Families are intimidated by the costs and requirements of his region, but more and more successful adoptions are occurring there.  I have encouraging information specifically about some of the children in region 14, including Elden, who are lucky enough to have some of the most dedicated and serious advocates I have ever encountered.  If you are considering that this little boy might just be your son... would you please e-mail me to talk about him at Callmecrazycbus@hotmail.com?  I would love to tell you more about him and his region.

And if you're not in a position to adopt right now, that's okay.  But you can still help.  Click the button on the right hand side of my blog.  Make a donation, buy Elden's Angel Tree ornament and hang him on your tree and keep him in prayer in this season of giving... if you can't afford the ornament (I am his warrior and I am having to save for it) then ANY donation will help... just a few dollars, if you can spare them.  I don't want anyone to go without food or warmth or comfort to give - but when I look at what we have, and then at what they have... I can't help but think surely there's something I could give up to help.  

And even if you literally don't have a single penny in your posession (trust me, this is a situation I am not a stranger to!)... please share Elden.  His most important need is a family!  Yes, we want to raise his grant, we want to get him over $1,000 for Angel Tree (and watch me lose some hair, which I promise to be amusing), but he could have all the money in the world and it won't mean a thing until a family comes for him. Share him.  Share this post.  Share this blog.  Tell everyone you know.  Tell them what TRANSFER means. 

And please... please, don't let it happen to this joyful, vibrant little boy.