Monday, April 5, 2010

Another “few and far between” update of the Cross Family!

It has pretty much been 3 months since we have updated you all on our family! And, yes we have fallen off the face of the earth (with good reason, which we will share with you in a moment)! Our family has been through a lot since last fall (see here for a quick reminder of everything), we have been hanging on very tight and making it through, trying to be as thankful as possible through it all. Just when we thought we made it through all the craziness of the rollercoaster of the last 6 months, and that our lives were about to settle down for a little bit as we enjoyed the anticipation of the arrival of our next little blessing, our lives were shaken again. This has been a really hard update to sit down and write for lots of different reasons … (taking a deep breath and starting with the easy stuff…Mateo :) )


I think we left you last finishing up Mateo’s surgery at Seattle Children’s and then making it home around mid -January. Let’s get you caught up in this area of our life. Mateo is doing great!!! We were sent home with a little guy that had a sore back, but otherwise in good shape…he was on Tylenol for a few weeks and then done with all meds. The doctors said to try to keep him from jumping, rolling, tumbling (not wanting too much pressure on his spinal chord so it would not leak and then have to be repaired) as much as possible and to not immerse his incision for 8 weeks. At 6-8 weeks we were to go back and have a follow-up with the neurosurgeons and the urologists (just to make sure there was no damage from the surgery). It was about 9 weeks before Mateo and Mommy made the 3 day trip to Seattle for the follow-ups. The doctors said he looked great, he was cleared to be a normally active little boy, and we should see them next year for a basic check up. Praise God for wonderful doctors and news! No physical therapy, no long term effects…we just continue on with a smiley 3 almost 4 year old, who runs and jumps and keeps us on our toes. :)

The other thing we had mentioned in our last update, was that we were continuing our adoption (we had started in Aug. and then had it on hold for a couple of months as we figured out what was going on with Mateo’s health- then when in December we got things moving again…we were thrilled to be able to continue as we really felt our hearts in Ethiopia waiting for the little one God had for us!! :)) and now on the waiting list to find out who our child was. We were told it could take up to 4 months to “receive our referral”, which is when the agency calls with a child they have for us, and we get to look at their pictures and information and say “yes!” :). Well…within 2 weeks of being home from Mateo’s surgery, we received our call on a Wed. afternoon!!! We were shocked and truthfully a little overwhelmed! But when we laid eyes on our precious, beautiful son we knew we couldn’t bring him home soon enough! We fell in love immediately, though truthfully we had loved this child and been praying for them for the last 6 months of our lives (since we know God put him/her on our hearts). Sometimes I struggle with how to put this into words so people will understand and believe that it is as real and as valid as a biological bond…but I truly believe God does something amazing to our hearts. The bond He cultivates between the families He chose to be together through adoption is miraculous and quite amazing. At the time we got the call, our little boy was almost 10 months old, healthy, and gorgeous! He had beautiful curly hair and big bright eyes. Josh and I knew we would say ‘yes’, but we were strongly encouraged by our agency to have his health history reviewed by a pediatrician to make sure we were comfortable with everything. We have a wonderful pediatrician for the boys who agreed to look at everything and get back to us by Monday morning. We were not concerned, everything looked good, we knew we were going to accept him - we were just waiting for the formality to be over. We shared his picture, name, and a little about him with close friends and family, expecting to officially share with everyone about our new son on Monday sometime.


And then on Sunday afternoon we received some news that told us that we were not going to be able to adopt this precious boy or even be able to continue in this adoption process, and we were devastated! (this might sound dramatic, but it is so very true!) This is where we really need your understanding and grace.


Raw Emotional Thoughts of the Situation:


The loss of this boy- our son, was/is so real! Our hearts were broken. We were in shock. We didn’t understand how this could happen. To be completely honest with you, we were struggling with how God would let this happen!?? Why would He place this child and this country in our hearts, lead us to this precious child and provide for every detail in this process just to stop it here? How, with everything we have been through in the last few months, could we really handle more!!?? (this really felt like the last straw of what or how much we could handle!) Maria is pregnant! In our shock: I didn’t want to be pregnant! Please try to understand, this is nothing against the child inside of me! I am just so happy being a mommy through adoption. God has given me the most precious, handsome little boys through adoption, why would I want or need to be pregnant? I know there was a time 6 years ago, when I would have given anything to be an expectant mother through pregnancy, and I would be so frustrated with others who would be pregnant, but not happy about it. (So, I do see the irony here- for those of you who might still be in that position, I am very sorry.) But I truly feel that God had taken that desire from me, and I am so content with my beautiful children. (As my pastor put it a little over a month ago in a sermon- right when I needed to hear it (to check my bad attitude) This was my security blanket, this is what I know, this is what I am comfortable with, this is a part of my identity…and now it is being taken from me…and instead of trusting God to be my security in everything, I was throwing a fit!) And now we are being told we have to give one precious child up for another? How are we supposed to deal with this. Does anyone actually have to do this? We feel people will expect us to be thrilled…but will they be able to acknowledge/understand our loss? Our confusion? (Not to mention how sickly and miserable I have been in the last year with still a handful of mystery pain/digestive complaints that are unresolved…how was I going to handle 9 months of pregnancy on top of this…for the first time….with 2 little ones at home?) Our fears…Will people think this child inside of me will somehow be “better” than our little one in Ethiopia (or even Mateo or Noah?) because this one is “our own”? That this one is a “miracle” baby. Please hear us when we say this - Mateo and Noah are OUR OWN!! And they are just as miraculous as this child growing inside of me, because they are all blessings from God!!


Logistics of this situation:


We were aware of Holt’s policy with pregnancy and adoption. We signed a contract at the beginning of working with them that if we were to get pregnant during the process they would not allow us to continue. Their reasons are founded in that they believe each child, adopted or not, should be allowed at least 9 months of being the new addition in the home to allow for proper bonding and family adjustment. If we were able to continue, there would likely be less than 3 months between both homecomings. Though we were aware a lot had changed with Maria’s health during the last year that had could have improved fertility, we felt very strongly about where God was calling us. So, we signed the contract, committing wholly to this child. In our shock and grief, we struggled with feeling like we had really let this child down, and now there was nothing we could do about it.


Holt has put our account on hold for 6 months, frankly, in case something happens to this pregnancy. (I am in the last week of my first trimester (13 weeks)). After this wait time has passed, we will just have to start the adoption process over again when we are ready, no sooner than when our new baby is 6 months. All the money we have paid so far (less than a third of the total cost) will just be forfeited. Believe it or not this is absolutely the least of our concerns, because we really believe Holt is doing amazing things for orphans all around the world in God’s name and know that that money (God’s money- your money, time, garage sale goods, buying coffee…however you have blessed us with support) has helped and is helping these children either stay with their birth families or be brought together with adoptive families.


So now 2 months later, we have had some time to process and grieve. We still don’t know why all this has happened this way, but we take comfort knowing God’s truth that He is in control and knows what the big picture is. We have found some comfort knowing that our little guy in Ethiopia is with a new family that we are sure will love him as much as we did/would have, instead of a worse fate facing these orphans daily. We still feel Ethiopia on our hearts and hope that God will show us why and for what purpose.


In the grand scheme of things and keeping things in perspective (though we feel loss) there has been no death, no life threatening illness that we are struggling with, and we are still trying to thank God in all the craziness, because He truly blesses us daily! We have a new child that we are ready to love and welcome into our family in about 6 months…just as curious to see who God has for us…boy or girl, what are they going to look like, what will they be like. :) We do have an idea of their age, though! ;)


Though we are doing better, we are still progressing. So we ask for grace and patience (and prayers) from you in this situation! Thank you! And for reading through ALL of this, I will include some pictures of our cuties that will hopefully make it worth it for you :)



Mateo's Laugh...so precious!




Noah's kissey face

His newest response to "Smile Noah"--cracks us up!! Wait until you see the next one...a beautiful specimen.

Easter Morning...




Our boys love each other sooo much...that has been one of the cool things to see develop between them!



Rough day at church?!!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Our Great Friends!


We wanted to share with you about this amazing couple! We love them so much and they have a beautiful family. One of the cool things that we wanted to tell you about is this: God has put adoption on their hearts! When we heard this we thought "How Wonderful! What a special family to be a part of, so stable and nurturing and FULL of LOVE!" They are a great Christian family and wonderful parents! Please if you could help them by keeping your ears open for anyone who is looking to place their baby with a family for adoption, that would be amazing! You can read information about them and their family at this site JeremyandAmandaadopt.blogspot.com. Contact info is listed on their site or please feel free to contact me about them too! You are also welcome to pass on their info to anyone you would like! They also have a more detailed letter for potential birthmoms...so we can get that to you too, if you have somewhere or someone you would like to give it.

I am just impressed with their hearts in this process and how open they are to the child God has for them. Here is a quote off her blog "So we are praying, as we always have been that God would open the doors of communication to "our birth mother." And we trust that He will, when the time comes. I can't help but get overwhelmed by the gravity of the need out there, and that there are swarms of women who don't know what they're going to do now that they are pregnant and are choosing life for their baby. Wherever you are, brave one... we are on our knees for you and your precious child."

Please just keep them in mind...it is wonderful how God works through people like you and me to bring little ones into their adoptive families! Noah's Birthmom and I were amazed when we counted how many people helped linked us together (and in such a short time!) 5 people! Thanks so much for your help in this!

An Amazing Life!

I am also speechless and inspired...I read this on my good friend Amanda's site. Thank you Amanda for finding this...I could barely pull my self away from reading her blog...what a true picture of selfless, obedient, servant hood! I hope you all take a moment and read about this incredible woman!


I'm speechless and inspired

Yesterday, I came across the story of Katie... I'll let you read her story below for yourself. Prepared to be amazed, humbled, and inspired! But here's a hint... she's 21, an American who lives in Uganda, and has 14 daughters! You can follow her blog here.. and learn more about Amazina Ministries.


2009 Christmas

Below she recaps how she got to where she is now...


It is my 16th Birthday and I am eating sushi at my favorite restaurant with my parents when I tell them that I would like to explore the possibility of taking a year in between high school and college to do mission work. This is unheard of in my family and they say they are not sure and will think about it. I am nervous, but somehow I know it is right. He changes their hearts.




I have just turned 18 and find an orphanage online. I beg my parents to let me visit over break, just three weeks. A month later I am on a plane. I am so excited. I am so scared of being, but I know He is going with me. I fall in love.



I graduate high school having made the commitment to teach Kindergarten for a year at a school in The Middle of Nowhere, Uganda. In August I get on the plane. I’m apprehensive and I cry most of the way because I miss my Mommy and my boyfriend. I am eager, but so uncertain. I trust Him. I teach 138 children how to speak English and to love Jesus.



It is October and I am just not sure I can do it anymore. I live in the smallest room I have ever seen in the back of a pastor’s house. I am more uncomfortable than I had bargained for. No one understands, not people here, not people at home. I am tired. But I am prideful and I am not going to quit. I don’t like this. But I know He has a plan. I learn, I grow, He is there.



It is December and God has spoken very clearly about opening a ministry that sponsors 40 of the orphaned children in the village where I am working. This involves moving into a different house, ALONE. It is big and I cannot imagine how God will fill it up. I am lonely and I am anxious. But I am still trusting. He fills the house, and we now have 400 children sponsored.



It is January and I am looking at a little girl, crushed under a brick wall with no one to care for her or her younger siblings. I offer to take the three home with me until we find them a better placement. I am not really sure what to do with them, but I know they are God’s children. They stay.



It is three days later and the littlest looks at me and calls me mommy. My heart might break in two. Something clicks. I am even more scared than I was the day I stepped on that plane, but I KNOW. Today I have 13.



I have to deliver a baby, give a boy stitches, pull a tooth, give and injection. I am petrified. But no one will do it if I do not. He is present, He holds my hand, they are all fine.



It is August and I must get on a plane back to America to go to college, as I have promised my father. I do not remember how to be a teenager or what it is to be normal Brentwood, Tennessee. I will have to leave my babies. I will have to make new friends. I am sad and I am terrified. He wraps His arms around me. He puts just the right people in just the right places, and they help me and they make me feel at home.



First semester is over and He speaks clearly to me that I cannot serve two masters. “Go HOME,” He says, “and stay.” I am uncertain, but I want to be obedient. He squeezes tighter. I am thankful.



I have to look at my loving parents who have given me everything and tell them that I will not go to college right now, because I feel God wants me to be in Uganda. I know how disappointed and how angry they will be. I am more scared than I was when I got on the plane and more scared than I was when I took my first children. But I know that this IS the Plan. They love me anyway.



It is February and my daughter’s biological father comes to take her away. My heart breaks in half, and I am not sure I will ever be able to get out of my bed again, let alone foster another child. I am more than devastated, but I want what is best for her, what He wants for her. She comes back and her biological father learns about Jesus.



It is March and a lame little girl is brought to my gate. She is undoubtedly mine, but I am still anxious. What if I can’t do it? I don’t know what to do with a special needs child, especially as my 13th child. I am criticized and ridiculed. I wonder. I trust and praise God for her sweet little life. She starts to walk.



I find myself in a village full of starving people that for some reason seem to want to kill me. God says to serve them anyway. I am not sure how it is going to work, or if it is safe. I can’t figure it out, but I know He can. 1,200 Karamajongs, the poorest of Uganda’s poor, are now served hot meals daily.



We keep taking in more children until there are 400 in our program. There is no way we will raise enough funds, but by now I have stopped worrying. He has always provided. Blessings rain from the sky, and all 400 children go to school.



I am 20 years old and have 13 children and 400 more who all depend on me for their care. Who are all learning to love Jesus and be responsible adults and looking up to me. The reality of it all can be a bit overwhelming at times. However, it is always pure joy. There is a common misconception that I am courageous. I will be the first to tell you that this is not actually true. Most of the time, I am not brave. I just believe in a God who will use me even though I am not. Most mornings, before I even get out of bed I am overwhelmed with His goodness, with His plan for my life; I stand in awe of the fact that He could entrust me with so much. Most days, I don’t have much of a plan. I don’t always know where this is going. I can’t see the end of the road, but here is the great part: Courage is not about knowing the path. It is about taking the first step. It is about Peter, getting out of the boat. I do not know my five year plan; even tomorrow will probably not go as I have planned. I am thrilled and I am terrified, in a good way. So some call it courage, some call it foolish, I call it Faith. I choose to get out of the boat. To take the next step. Sometimes I walk straight into His arms. More often, I get scared and look down and stumble. Sometimes I almost completely drown. And through it all, He never lets go of my hand.

Friday, January 15, 2010

We are home and I am 30 !!

Well it is late...but we are home and today was my 30th birthday...:) A little uneventful for a 30th, unless your idea of fun is spending all day packing up a room (did we move in or what?) and then waiting a couple of hours in the lobby waiting for the shuttle to pick us up (with very tired grumpy kids) and then spending the rest of the day in an airport and/or airplane. :) But we are home...have I already said that already? And tired...

Mateo is improving everyday...and the plane ride was mostly ok though he was pretty sore and stiff coming off of it. (He fell asleep for about 2 hours...in not the most comfortable positions). And Noah slept too, but when he wasn't asleep he was making all of the people around us deaf! :) HE WAS NOT A HAPPY FLYER! (Fever and 4 teeth coming in at the same time-one molar, one canine...poor baby!) Thanks for all your prayers and well wishes...now to settle in again and for Mateo to heal!

Love
Maria
Off to bed! (yes I know I am getting old!)

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Pictures from the morning of surgery...while we waited.

Showing Daddy his "gown" ...just low enough to not be flashing everyone!

2 hours is a long time to wait...getting very loopy--without meds. ;)

"Do I really have to smile one more time?"

Daddy suiting up to take me in...He did great and was very brave breathing deeply in the mask. The nurses said he did better than most of their teens. (Mateo not Daddy)
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The night of surgery...


A special toy from Mommy and Daddy...

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Some of Mateo's favorite visitors...

Baby Jackson

Abe the Therapy Dog...and no he did not charge by the hour ("therapy" dog...never mind :)) (I know that joke was very cheesy...I must be spending alot of time with my husband for his humor to be rubbing off)

Brother Noah and a kiss! It is so sweet how much they love each other!
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Misc. pictures from hospital

Mateo reading "Tickle Monster" book from Granny and Papaw, note his right hand turning the pages is in the "monster mit".

Shampoo in a cap...no shower needed...who would've thought!

After shampoo...
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"Doing better" pictures on the afternoon of discharge

A Cute Present from Aunt Missy's Friends from Church

Mateo's first ride in a wheel chair...on our way to the play room to see how he would do.

Painting with Daddy...

I love this smile!
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Monday, January 11, 2010

We are homefree...sort of... :)

Well at least we are back at the hotel as a family! Mateo was discharged tonight at 8:30. I did not think it was going to happen, when they told me this this morning. It was a rough morning, step by step, gradually moving him onto his back, proping him on a flat pillow, then moving his bed up a little at a time until he was sitting up. Then trying to get him out of bed, poor little guy. (keep in mind he pretty much has not moved anything but one arm (he didn't use his IV hand because it hurt him) for 3 days and any little movement hurts him, and then just the mention of moving him again scares him because he remembers how it hurt him last time). They also took the foley cathater out and took him off his morphine drip, and started giving him oral pain med with his tylenol. Then we had to get him to the toilet...he could barely stand on his own. Anyways...I could go on and on about the small baby steps he took all day getting used to moving again. But...He is doing better this evening and they said we could go home...so we have our instructions and we are at the hotel until Friday where we have a insicion check with the nurse and then we fly home that evening. It is nice that we get to go to bed tonight as a family and wake up as a family. My mom is flying home tomorrow morning. We are SOOOO THANKFUL that she was here! What a sacrifice...taking off work, paying for a ticket, and being available 24/7 to help us with Noah and packing bags/food back and forth to the hospital, bringing Noah for a few hours during the day and then being with Mateo when we needed a break or needed to run an errand in the hospital. She was so much help, but now she probably needs a vacation from her "vacation" :) Noah has kept her hopping...he is very active now and wants to be on the go all the time.

Well good night! I am going to go put my feet up!