The rest of the story...
As promised...I'm back to share the rest of our story. So sit back and let me share with you the day the Lord instilled two little boys on my heart.
It was a beautiful day on the other side of the word...I remember it like it was yesterday. The smell of honeysuckle in the air...the cool breeze that blew the beautiful, blossoming trees...the sounds of the eager kids awaiting "Last Bell". That day started like every other day of our adoption process...it was just another one of those groundhog days. We were awakened daily by the ringing of the cow bell...which was our cue the milk man was outside ready to deliver fresh milk and butter. Also our cue to get ready and make the 5 minute hike to the baby house for our morning visit. Every visit we did the exact same thing...walk, and walk, and walk around the paved circle that surrounded the baby house. By the time we left...I knew every pot hole and crack that pavement had in it. It only took me tripping over the same spots to finally figure it out. We would walk for about an hour in the morning...then take the girls back to their groupa for their afternoon ritual.
We were then picked up by our driver and taken to the hospital to visit Timofey. While we loved visiting our sweet boy, it was hard. We were stuck in a tiny room that housed his crib and a bed where his nanny slept. It's not like the nice, American hospitals we are all so use to...it was dark...dreary...depressing. No tv...no toys...no visitors...nothing for him to do...but sit in the crib. We were able to hold him a few times...but mostly, we just sat on the nanny's bed and watched him. He looked at us...we looked at him. That was it. Our visit usually lasted as long as the medical staff would let us stay...which usually wasn't very long. He needed rest...not visits with his parents. Oh how we couldn't wait to bust his little bald, swollen self out of there. We were then driven back to the baby house for our evening visit which was a two hour walk around...and around...and around the orphanage. We arrived at the baby house just like every other day we visited.
We walked into the groupa and sat on the little bench waiting the arrival of the the little princesses. They came out...we changed their shoes to their little outside shoes...loaded them in the stroller and off we went. We walked...and walked...and walked. It was a nice walk. A peaceful walk. We approached the front of the orphanage...which was always my favorite part.
The front of the building is painted with really interesting and colorful murals. I loved looking at it...which was incentive to continue walking the never ending circle because I knew I would get to catch a glimpse of that beautiful work of art again. There was one venture around that circle I will never forget. I was the time a car was parked in my way...leaving no space for me and my ginormous baby carriage to squeeze by. We stopped and debated about how to get around and continue on our path...on one side there was a beautiful garden...the other, the orphanage steps. Noah...being the great problem solver he is decided that we would not chance getting kicked out from trampling their freshly blooming flowers...so we opted for the stairs. We unloaded the girls and carried them up the stairs and down around the other side. We set them in the grass...yes, we got many death looks for doing that...and went back around. We each grabbed a side of the stroller and carried it up the stairs and back down the other side which allowed us to continue on our circular path. We stood there catching our breath under a nice little shade tree.
The front of the orphanage is always quiet since the play areas are located on the side...so we took a moment just to take it all in...feel the breeze on our faces...look at the new found love right in front of us...then the repetitiveness of our groundhog day was disrupted...the silence was broken...and our lives forever changed. It was at that very moment we heard the heart stopping cries of children...bone chilling screams that I know y'all had to of heard here in America. As we stopped and looked over our shoulders...my heart was not prepared for what my eyes just witnessed...two helpless, distraught little boys being carried out of the baby house doors to THAT car...the one blocking my path. I couldn't help but stop and stare...what was going on?...what was happening? I watched as the little boys were escorted to that car...they were holding on for dear life...yelling nyet, nyet. I turned the stroller around and ventured back toward that car...that is just a characteristic of Americans...we have to stand and watch what's going on. I stood there...like a bystander looking at a car wreck, while every other person just walked by going about their business...I got as close as I possibly could without getting in the way. I saw those boys before...I recognized their sweet faces...it was Everett and Olsen...two Reece's Rainbow sweeties that had a family working hard to rescue them. I got closer...I was touching that car. I got close enough to try to figure out what was going on. They were leaving the walls that had been their home for all these years...they were leaving the faces that were familiar to them and the nannies that cared for them for so long. That much I got...that much I could understand. They were going somewhere else...somewhere new...somewhere not good. I watched with tears in my eyes as they were put into that car. They held onto the arms of the nannies for dear life. Everett and Olsen were fighting with everything they had in them trying to get out of that car...the driver jumped into the front seat and pried the hands of those sweet boys off the nannies arms...the arms that had love them...the arms that had cared for them all those years. Once they were in the car...the door slammed shut...I walked closer. I watched the nannies run up the stairs wiping the tears from their eyes. It was warm...the windows down. I bent down and said...Your mama will be here soon the best I could in their language.
And they were gone.
A couple years ago...a very dear friend and I decided we needed to raise some money to pay the ransom of Everette and Olsen in the hopes their family would come forward and say yes to the Lord's calling. Never...ever...ever would I have imagined that I was raising the ransom for my sons. God is so good!
Thank you for all your prayers, sweet words, and financial contributions to Everette and Olsen...you are such a blessing.
So that's the rest of the story so far...but there is so much more to the story. This is just the beginning. The Lord has already written the next chapter...and we can't wait to see what's going to happen!
It was a beautiful day on the other side of the word...I remember it like it was yesterday. The smell of honeysuckle in the air...the cool breeze that blew the beautiful, blossoming trees...the sounds of the eager kids awaiting "Last Bell". That day started like every other day of our adoption process...it was just another one of those groundhog days. We were awakened daily by the ringing of the cow bell...which was our cue the milk man was outside ready to deliver fresh milk and butter. Also our cue to get ready and make the 5 minute hike to the baby house for our morning visit. Every visit we did the exact same thing...walk, and walk, and walk around the paved circle that surrounded the baby house. By the time we left...I knew every pot hole and crack that pavement had in it. It only took me tripping over the same spots to finally figure it out. We would walk for about an hour in the morning...then take the girls back to their groupa for their afternoon ritual.
We were then picked up by our driver and taken to the hospital to visit Timofey. While we loved visiting our sweet boy, it was hard. We were stuck in a tiny room that housed his crib and a bed where his nanny slept. It's not like the nice, American hospitals we are all so use to...it was dark...dreary...depressing. No tv...no toys...no visitors...nothing for him to do...but sit in the crib. We were able to hold him a few times...but mostly, we just sat on the nanny's bed and watched him. He looked at us...we looked at him. That was it. Our visit usually lasted as long as the medical staff would let us stay...which usually wasn't very long. He needed rest...not visits with his parents. Oh how we couldn't wait to bust his little bald, swollen self out of there. We were then driven back to the baby house for our evening visit which was a two hour walk around...and around...and around the orphanage. We arrived at the baby house just like every other day we visited.
We walked into the groupa and sat on the little bench waiting the arrival of the the little princesses. They came out...we changed their shoes to their little outside shoes...loaded them in the stroller and off we went. We walked...and walked...and walked. It was a nice walk. A peaceful walk. We approached the front of the orphanage...which was always my favorite part.
The front of the building is painted with really interesting and colorful murals. I loved looking at it...which was incentive to continue walking the never ending circle because I knew I would get to catch a glimpse of that beautiful work of art again. There was one venture around that circle I will never forget. I was the time a car was parked in my way...leaving no space for me and my ginormous baby carriage to squeeze by. We stopped and debated about how to get around and continue on our path...on one side there was a beautiful garden...the other, the orphanage steps. Noah...being the great problem solver he is decided that we would not chance getting kicked out from trampling their freshly blooming flowers...so we opted for the stairs. We unloaded the girls and carried them up the stairs and down around the other side. We set them in the grass...yes, we got many death looks for doing that...and went back around. We each grabbed a side of the stroller and carried it up the stairs and back down the other side which allowed us to continue on our circular path. We stood there catching our breath under a nice little shade tree.
The front of the orphanage is always quiet since the play areas are located on the side...so we took a moment just to take it all in...feel the breeze on our faces...look at the new found love right in front of us...then the repetitiveness of our groundhog day was disrupted...the silence was broken...and our lives forever changed. It was at that very moment we heard the heart stopping cries of children...bone chilling screams that I know y'all had to of heard here in America. As we stopped and looked over our shoulders...my heart was not prepared for what my eyes just witnessed...two helpless, distraught little boys being carried out of the baby house doors to THAT car...the one blocking my path. I couldn't help but stop and stare...what was going on?...what was happening? I watched as the little boys were escorted to that car...they were holding on for dear life...yelling nyet, nyet. I turned the stroller around and ventured back toward that car...that is just a characteristic of Americans...we have to stand and watch what's going on. I stood there...like a bystander looking at a car wreck, while every other person just walked by going about their business...I got as close as I possibly could without getting in the way. I saw those boys before...I recognized their sweet faces...it was Everett and Olsen...two Reece's Rainbow sweeties that had a family working hard to rescue them. I got closer...I was touching that car. I got close enough to try to figure out what was going on. They were leaving the walls that had been their home for all these years...they were leaving the faces that were familiar to them and the nannies that cared for them for so long. That much I got...that much I could understand. They were going somewhere else...somewhere new...somewhere not good. I watched with tears in my eyes as they were put into that car. They held onto the arms of the nannies for dear life. Everett and Olsen were fighting with everything they had in them trying to get out of that car...the driver jumped into the front seat and pried the hands of those sweet boys off the nannies arms...the arms that had love them...the arms that had cared for them all those years. Once they were in the car...the door slammed shut...I walked closer. I watched the nannies run up the stairs wiping the tears from their eyes. It was warm...the windows down. I bent down and said...Your mama will be here soon the best I could in their language.
And they were gone.
A couple years ago...a very dear friend and I decided we needed to raise some money to pay the ransom of Everette and Olsen in the hopes their family would come forward and say yes to the Lord's calling. Never...ever...ever would I have imagined that I was raising the ransom for my sons. God is so good!
Thank you for all your prayers, sweet words, and financial contributions to Everette and Olsen...you are such a blessing.
So that's the rest of the story so far...but there is so much more to the story. This is just the beginning. The Lord has already written the next chapter...and we can't wait to see what's going to happen!
5 comments:
Oh my goodness! Heartbreaking is the word. So glad you are going back for these two little boys.
I followed your blog as you worked to bring home your last three little angels from U. I Prayed for Timofey's healing, and rejoiced as he grew better and better. To now find out you are going to be Everett's and Olsen's Mommy, well my heart feels like it wants to burst with joy. I have been praying for these two little dears for months, hoping their special family would find them. To read your heartbreaking story here, of how you first met them, and how you told them "their Momma would soon be there", and that 2 years later you are now that Momma - well, lets just say God is awesome and amazing! My prayers will be with you as you journey to bring them home. . .
Just donated $20 to your chip-in in honor of Emma, Joey, Jake, and Anna. Been praying for you, your boys, Renee, and her four all day. It seemed a good time to put my money where my heart was ...
I found your blog last night and had to come back to comment, I found it via another blog as I was reading about how terrible the institution is (I cant recall the blog though) I am praying so hard for these little angels, I can't imagine your feelings. God will get you through, cling to Him. Praying you will get there quickly without bumps so the boys can be home with their families.....can I please share this on my blog.
Wow! Such a heartbreaking story :-(. But I'm thrilled that they'll finally get their family and that it gets to be you! So thrilled for you! I just read on another blog about the serious condition of one of your boys, and I just hope you'll get there before it's too late. Hoping for a very speedy process for you!!
I used to follow your blog when you brought home you "triplets" and then some when Yuri came to you - but I must have missed your adding your eighth treasure! Will you please write a little about your family in a post later on?
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