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Again?

September 30th, 2009 The Next Family No comments

By: Rosy Barren
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I went to the doctor today after doing 9 days of shots and my first ever IVF cycle just got cancelled. I didn’t even know this could happen. I have been so full of hope and have been waiting for this succession of bad news to stop and here I am back again. I was just looking through my calendar tonight and month after month I have a frown face and a red X that represents the day I got my period- yet another day without my child. I have started a list of people that have gotten pregnant in the time that I have been trying, it’s long, too long to count, too much for me to bear. I’m so angry and hurt right now. I’m tired of people telling me that IVF is the last stop -that I will get pregnant, that it’s in the cards for me. It’s clearly not and I don’t understand why. Why me? I can’t stand to pick up the phone and once again share the bad news with all of the loving people in my life that I have been stupid enough to open my heart to. What can they say now? Who has an IVF cycle cancelled on them?
The doctor says I should be grateful we’re cancelling because it’s too expensive to go through a cycle with one follicle. One follicle is all that my body managed to produce with a mass amount of drugs being pumped in my belly. Needles daily, Eastern needles, Western needles, nothing is good enough for me. I think I will lie in my bed and cry myself to sleep tonight and start again tomorrow.

Push

September 28th, 2009 The Next Family No comments

By: Allison Norris
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It seems like it will never end. Each contraction pulsing through your body, climaxing and then falling providing a stint of relief before the next one hits you.

My birthday was Sunday. I turned 25. I usually throw extravagant parties to celebrate myself; but this year was a little different. We had invited my close friends over for an evening barbecue with an “in case-she-goes-into-labor-cancellation policy” at the bottom of the invitation. I had been in early labor all day, but love a little celebration, so I hosted a party. During labor. My contractions getting closer and closer together, we played bocce ball, ate ribs and homemade strawberry shortcake, and kicked everyone out by 10pm.

Game on.

I was chatting and telling stories in between each contraction until I was forced to throw myself over the back of a chair in agony resting my face in my hands. They were getting worse…

“BREATHE! Relax your shoulders… low tones, Allison, relax, breathe into it…”

Yeah? Is that all?

Ten minutes apart, then eight, seven, five and finally four. Time to go to the hospital.

With my mother, sister and doula, I grabbed my baby blue Samsonite suit case at 6:00am and tried to make it to the car. Stopping along the sidewalk to double over through a contraction, I finally made it to the car and endured the four minute ride to the hospital… I knew our apartment location was a good idea!

I moaned, groaned, cussed, laughed, cried, wailed and clenched for the next 14 hours. My contractions were a minute and a half apart. I thought I was going to die.

Finally, without an epidural, I was ready to push. I pushed and pushed and breathed and pushed and grunted and pushed and screamed and pushed. I had an incredible team and the vibe in the room was electric. Finally, at 8:29pm on August 3rd, my sweet Baylor was born. He had a few short cries, and then calmly looked at everyone in the room. Bay was alert, healthy, and absolutely the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

A new person. Forever in my life. Someone to love more than anyone or anything else, ever before. What a feeling… this was the best “oops” that could have happened.

We have plenty of adventures ahead, and I can’t wait.

Insights Into Adopting From Abroad- Article from Parents.com

September 22nd, 2009 The Next Family No comments

Insights Into Adopting From Abroad- Article from Parents.com (Link below)
By Elaine Stuart

An adoptive mom and advocate opens up about her personal experience.
One Mom’s Story
There are an estimated 1.5 million adopted children in the United States, according to the Evan B. Donaldson Adoption Institute in New York City, and many are adopted from other countries. In fact, the number of international adoptions has more than doubled during the past 15 years.
International and transracial adoptions can be particularly challenging due to the unique demands of raising a child from a different culture. Facing prejudice and ethnic stereotyping is one of the more stressful aspects of assimilation, yet the topic is rarely addressed with prospective parents. With that in mind, we asked New York City-based freelance writer and Child reader Karen Moline to share her experiences with her 4-year-old Vietnamese-born son.

Q: Why did you decide to adopt from abroad, and how did you prepare?
A: The way much of domestic adoption is structured in this country, you have to be chosen. I thought, “If I was pregnant and giving up a child, would I choose a single woman in her mid-40s living in New York City?” I didn’t think I could handle going through that. I also wanted a child as young as possible, and children adopted internationally tend to be younger than those adopted from foster care. So I attended an infertility and adoption conference in New York to learn more. The speaker had adopted from Vietnam, and I went with my instinct.
In terms of preparation, I didn’t do nearly enough. I read a couple of books and completed a social worker home study, which every state requires. Adoption is a multi-billion dollar industry, yet there is little regulation. The amount of training that’s required of adoptive parents in Australia and the United Kingdom is very intense, but in this country many people spend more time researching what kind of home computer to purchase than they do adoption agencies. Since you aren’t given much guidance, you have to be proactive. But the process is overwhelming. There’s so much paperwork — police clearance, health forms, medical checkups, references — it’s easy to lose sight of the far more important mental preparation you need for understanding your future child’s needs.

Q: What were you most unprepared for when you brought your son home from Vietnam?
A: The state of racism in this country. People are in complete denial. I thought my son would be slightly more immune because we live in New York City. But as a 2-year-old he asked me, “What color am I?” That came from hearing people talk about skin color and being aware at that age that his skin is different from some other kids’. At 2 1/2 he asked me how much he cost because he overheard some adults near him on the playground talking about adoption costs.
In this country, if you’re a person of color, you will be judged automatically. And especially if you’re the transracially adopted child of a white parent, you will never have privacy. That was something I could not viscerally understand until my baby was in my arms. People come up to me all the time and ask, “Who’s his dad?” or “Where’s he from?” They aren’t asking what country he’s from; they’re asking how did he get here. It happens surprisingly often when we get on a subway, train, or airplane.

Q: How do you handle inappropriate comments, and how are you teaching your son to respond?
A: I simply smile and ask, “Why do you want to know?” If someone is truly interested in adopting, I will gladly give out my e-mail address or phone number. But to the rude people I say, “My family business is private,” and walk away. Most of them get the message. I’m trying to teach my son that just because someone asks a question doesn’t mean it has to be answered, that he doesn’t owe anyone an explanation of his origins. Once a little girl of about 8 asked him, in a belligerent tone, “Are you adopted?” And my son replied, “Yes, are you?” He said it because he was genuinely curious, but the girl changed the subject very quickly. Learning to deflect politely is useful for any act of intrusiveness.
I encourage all parents to fight for diversity in their child’s school and also to try to educate strangers — in a gentle way and out of your child’s earshot — when they make unintentionally offensive remarks. Don’t be silent. Open your eyes, open your ears, and do something about it. If everyone starts to make these ripples, it may turn into a flood.

Q: How have you learned to help your child adjust to his new life?
A: When I adopted my child, I also adopted Vietnam and his language and culture. If you’re not interested in the country you’re adopting from, why are you adopting from it? Some of the best advice I was ever given was to tell my child the story of his adoption as soon as I got him, and I must have told him 500 times before he could even talk. My son referred to Vietnam as his country at age 4. He knows he lived in an orphanage. I’m trying to get him comfortable with his history now so that when he’s older and understands the facts surrounding his adoption he’ll be better able to process them.
There is a phrase in adoption circles for the day you go home with your child: “gotcha day.” But adoption is not about getting; it’s about understanding your child’s point of view. You need to acknowledge the loss of a country, a birth culture, and a biological family. It’s not an insurmountable loss, but the happiness I have now as his mother is tempered by the knowledge of what he’s given up and how I must help him deal with it.
This kind of work needs to start before the adoption. We need to have mandated education. That would require agencies to start discussing this hard and painful stuff with prospective parents. They don’t because they think bringing it up will make them lose customers.

Q: Where can adoptive and interested parents turn for help?
A: Yahoo has an excellent online community called “International-Adopt-Talk.” It’s a safe forum for internationally adopted adults to guide parents bringing kids of a different race into this country. I figure the best way for me to understand how my son will feel as an 8-year-old is to hear from an adult adoptee who’s lived through it. Another great Yahoo group is “Adoption Parenting,” which is topic-driven and takes an in-depth look at specific issues and parenting strategies related to adoption. It’s very helpful because adopting is not the same as having a biological child. [Another place parents can turn for support is child.com's Exploring Adoption & Raising Adopted Kids message board, moderated by expert Adam Pertman].
Exploring Adoption & Raising Adopted Kids board

I’m so grateful these virtual communities exist; they’ve had a deep impact on me as a parent. I consider myself a student in parenting school. Adopting is a privilege, not a right. I owe it to my child and every other adopted child to remind myself of that.

No Words

September 21st, 2009 The Next Family No comments

By: Jillian Lauren
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At the Ethiopian Airlines counter at Washington Dulles International Airport, the woman in line behind me was just bemoaning the fact that she was going to miss out on the sheep they were slaughtering for Christmas. The woman asked her daughter to save a leg in the fridge until she returned. After two years of social workers and paper work and hard, hard lessons in patience, we’re finally boarding a plane to go bring home our son. I have no words.

The dogs are more expressive than I am. The picture above is an illustration of how they feel about us leaving for two weeks. They mangled one of the dolls meant as a donation for the orphans. We found it half-buried in the backyard.

Memoria

September 18th, 2009 The Next Family 2 comments

By: Tosha Woronov
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Two years ago we took a trip to Tuscany. Italy had always been my idea of a romantic destination, but because neither Pete nor I could imagine leaving Leo behind, the trip became a family one. Leo was 3 at the time, big enough to enjoy the experience, but still small enough to not prefer Disneyland. People said he would never remember the trip, so why bring him? I believed that even should he retain none of it, the simple fact of having traveled to Italy would benefit him for life. I had never been anywhere, which meant suffering -unable to contribute -through too many party conversations about Paris (or Barcelona or Rome). I liked that Leo would, at the very least, be able to say he had been to Europe.

Well, one month shy of his 5th birthday, Leo does not remember a thing about Italy. I learned this yesterday over frozen yogurt. I was talking about all the gelato we ate in Tuscany and how he would eat only vanilla, and I, pistachio. His reply: “Was I in your tummy when we were there?”

I couldn’t believe it. Italy is in my soul. I swear, I left a piece of my heart at the plaza overlooking Florence, and he doesn’t remember being there at all?

I tried again:
Remember walking through the mud and eating the super-sweet grapes off the vines and playing with that funny dog, “Pasta Asciutta”?
-No.
Remember chasing the pigeons in the rain?
-No.
Remember walking through the village and shouting “Buon Giorno, Ladies!”?
-No.
Remember you ate prosciutto every night? Remember we had to climb 33 steps to our house, and it was like an old castle?
-No. No.
Remember daddy got our tiny little car stuck in the teeny little alleyway, and we all laughed so, so hard?
-Was Charlie in the car with us?
(Our dog?! Of course not.)

How is this possible?

Peter’s one question explained it all:
“Tosh, how much do you remember from being a kid, especially at 3?”

Nothing, I guess. I don’t know. There are snippets. Flashes of a life not really mine, jumbled by my child’s eye, adult interpretation, family lore, and the general fog of time.

Panic rising in me, I wanted to cry: “Peter, he won’t remember any of this? Our life together? The nightly giggles on the bed, the games you guys make up, the songs we sing, the hotel trips, the kisses?”

No.

These times with my son are the culmination of everything I want, the sum of all that matters. But for him they will be, at best, snapshots of a life of a person he once was and won’t remember.

Getaway

September 18th, 2009 The Next Family No comments

By: Brandy Black
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I’m planning a trip; it was a gift for Susan’s birthday. This will be the first “getaway” without Sophia. We are flying into Seattle where Sophia will stay with my parents. Susan and I will then take a ferry to the San Juan Islands to rest, beach comb, ride mopeds, drink wine and just be grown ups again. I wish I could say that I’m excited but my stomach is in knots and I’m sick over the notion of it. I keep tearing up just thinking about Sophia going to bed at night without us to read her stories and waking up in the mornings without her moms. I just wish I could explain it to her and know that she understands. The feeling is similar to the first time we left her with a babysitter but 100 times worse. I can’t believe that I have become this mom. When I didn’t have children I thought moms like me were ridiculous. I imagined I would be the type that would want my child to have experiences with other people while Susan and I kept our life balanced and had our own time together. Well, that’s certainly gone out the window. Sophia is a part of us now and even though I know it’s healthy for us to be a couple sans Sophia, I can’t help but long for her already. As I’m organizing the ferry and the activities, I think about how much Sophia would love this trip. I feel awful thinking this way and can’t mention it to Susan; I think she has a much healthier outlook on it all. I truly hope that once we’ve kissed our angel goodbye on Friday and we’re in the car and I’ve sobbed for 20 minutes, that I will be able to wipe away the tears and have an amazing time with my wife. We need it.

The Respect Of Marriage Act

September 15th, 2009 The Next Family No comments

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Same-sex couples across the country are now getting married as a result of the great progress we are making, but these families are still facing discrimination from the federal government.

The Respect for Marriage Act was introduced in Congress in September 2009 to end that discrimination and ensure that marriages that are valid in the state where they are entered into are respected under federal law.

The Respect for Marriage Act will repeal the discriminatory 1996 ‘Defense of Marriage Act’ or DOMA which singles out legally married same-sex couples for unequal treatment under federal law. These valid marriages are now selectively denied more than 1,100 federal protections and responsibilities – including Social Security and immigration benefits – that otherwise apply to married couples.

Tell your leaders and friends to support the Respect for Marriage Act today! Click on this link below

“So-called ‘DOMA’ was a radical departure from the way federal government has treated married couples throughout most of American history. It makes more sense to respect marriages than to destabilize them. In America, we don’t have second-class citizens and we shouldn’t have second-class marriages either.”

Shower

September 13th, 2009 The Next Family No comments

By: Jillian Lauren
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We held Tariku’s shower at Messob on Fairfax. Our friends each brought their favorite children’s book and I sat around afterwards with my neighbors Suzanne and Cynthia and had a great time looking though everyone’s contributions to Tariku’s library. We got everything from Goodnight Moon to The Snowy Day to And Tango Makes Three. The exceptionally talented Sarah Kim made a cake that looked like a book with Peter Rabbit on the cover.

Top 25 Things I’ve Noticed About Having A Wife

September 13th, 2009 The Next Family No comments

By: Brandy Black
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1. When you are married to a woman and you have a “girls’ night out” with your friends- your wife is automatically invited. That has its positives and negatives.
2. When you get in fights, you are BOTH sensitive.
3. It’s impossible to have a short conversation on the phone.
4. You will always have a shopping buddy and she will always tell you if your butt looks good.
5. You both want to decorate the house.
6. You are both paranoid about your child getting hurt.
7. You will always have a spa buddy to chat with in the hot tub.
8. Men’s wives are never jealous of you so you can hang out with everyone (there are some rare exceptions to this statement).
9. You are never deficient of romantic gifts on holidays.
10. You can share your clothes (for the most part).
11. The closet(s) never have enough room in them.
12. Shoes take over your life.
13. One bathroom is not enough
14. Football is rarely on TV
15. You never have to watch gory war movies or thrillers (unless they get rave reviews)
16. Scary movies are out of the picture
17. You must have a handyman
18. The men in your life always find the need to take care of you (if it weren’t for this, we would never change the air filter for our AC).
19. Mechanics screw you over.
20. You can share your make up.
21. The house smells nice.
22. That time of the month is twice as bad.
23. You get double the candles and cookbooks.
24. You have two wedding dresses from which daughter can choose.
25. You save every card, letter or note from your significant other.

My Regimen

September 13th, 2009 The Next Family No comments

By: Rosy Barren
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My Regimen
I began my shots and although my hands drip in sweat every time I tap the medicine into the syringe, it really isn’t as painful as I had imagined. I actually feel sort of tough and strong and empowered, the way I would assume one feels when getting a tattoo. I’ve become a member of a new club, one that fights for what they want and won’t stop until they get the child they long for. I have a daily regimen:
8AM- Fertility tea with one spoonful of royal jelly
BREAKFAST: Hard boiled egg and grapefruit picked fresh from my tree
Noon: A healthy lunch with lots of protein
5PM- 2 shots, one of Lupron and one of Follistim.
7PM- A walk to the Jamba Juice down the street to take a shot of wheatgrass with an orange slice on the side
And none of the following throughout my day: exercise, coffee or alcohol.
Do you know how hard it is to go through all of this and not allow yourself a drink or caffeine to balance out the fear, anxiety or excitement of this whole process? I must admit, I think I’m as healthy as I can get.