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Mourning Matteo & Rome September 15, 2016

A thousand words won't bring you back;
I know because I tried.
And neither will a thousand tears;
I know because I've cried.


Ah, yes... the mourning stage.  It's taken me 4.5 months (19 weeks) to start opening up; the same amount of time that I was pregnant with them when they died, and now less than two weeks from their due date.  Anger has finally calmed down (it's taken a long time) but I'm still very negative about everyone and everything--I'm very pessimistic now.  I've finally gotten over Denial, since I no longer tell myself they weren't real and nothing happened.  Dealing with some things from my past cleared up some of my feeling and helped me to acknowledge their deaths, and the real Sad is just starting to show up.  Thirteen days until Rome & Matteo's due date: Tuesday, September 27.


We Only Wanted You

Author Unknown

They say memories are golden;
well, maybe that is true.
We never wanted memories,
we only wanted you.

A million times we needed you,
a million times we’ve cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
you never would have died.


In life we loved you dearly,
in death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place
no one can ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
We’d walk the path to heaven
to bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

Mourning Matteo & Rome September 15, 2016

A thousand words won't bring you back;
I know because I tried.
And neither will a thousand tears;
I know because I've cried.


Ah, yes... the mourning stage.  It's taken me 4.5 months (19 weeks) to start opening up; the same amount of time that I was pregnant with them when they died, and now less than two weeks from their due date.  Anger has finally calmed down (it's taken a long time) but I'm still very negative about everyone and everything--I'm very pessimistic now.  I've finally gotten over Denial, since I no longer tell myself they weren't real and nothing happened.  Dealing with some things from my past cleared up some of my feeling and helped me to acknowledge their deaths, and the real Sad is just starting to show up.  Thirteen days until Rome & Matteo's due date: Tuesday, September 27.


We Only Wanted You

Author Unknown

They say memories are golden,
well maybe that is true.
We never wanted memories,
We only wanted you.

A million times we needed you,
a million times we’ve cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
you never would have died.

In life we loved you dearly,

In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place
no one can ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
We’d walk the path to heaven
to bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

Mourning Matteo & Rome September 15, 2016

A thousand words won't bring you back;
I know because I tried.
And neither will a thousand tears;
I know because I've cried.


Ah, yes... the mourning stage.  It's taken me 4.5 months (19 weeks) to start opening up; the same amount of time that I was pregnant with them when they died, and less than two weeks from their due date.  Anger has finally calmed down (it's taken a long time) but I'm still very negative about everyone and everything--I'm very pessimistic now.  I've finally gotten over Denial, since I no longer tell myself they weren't real and nothing happened.  Dealing with some things from my past cleared up some of my feeling and helped me to acknowledge their deaths, and the real Sad is just starting to show up.  Thirteen days until Rome & Matteo's due date: Tuesday, September 27.


We Only Wanted You

Author Unknown

They say memories are golden,
well maybe that is true.
We never wanted memories,
We only wanted you.

A million times we needed you,
a million times we’ve cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
you never would have died.


In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place
no one can ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
We’d walk the path to heaven
to bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

June 17, 2016

I've been wanting to write another foster care post, but there's nothing there.  No inspiration.  What keeps coming to mind is a series of questions about the twin boys I lost.

Were they real? People have opinions about this, even strong exhortations that YES! they were real.  But I don't know.  Would they have become people?  Did they have personalities?

Why did they die?  Did they have to die? Was it the dumb technicians' faults for not having noticed the second baby at two different ultrasound appointments?  Even when I asked her what that second black blob was and she said it was nothing?

Is there something I'm supposed to learn from this?  Is this a lesson, more than one or two babies?  Biologically, were they real?  Were they just like a missed period, or were they actual babies who would have looked like my daughter and had thoughts and opinions?

What was the point of this?  Is there no point at all?  Is this science or something more?  Am I reading too much into it?

How the heck are we supposed to find answers.  Religion, sure.  But I want to find my own answers and feel at peace about it, not just listen to what religious leaders had to say.

Jealousy between foster and biological children April 23, 2016

Hey, here's one more thing I was not expecting to encounter on our foster care journey: jealousy and competition between foster kids and biological kids.  We have a baby, so we thought we could take kids of any age and everyone would be fine with each other.  Not so.  From day one, the two babies were super jealous of each other.  If one parent held one baby, the other baby cried.  Even if there were two parents with one baby each, each baby wanted the parent that the other baby had.  Things have mostly settled in the past 6 weeks, but one of the babies continues to have issues with the other.  When the one baby is down for a nap, the other baby is a golden child; but often when that baby wakes up, the other baby starts crying, whining, scowling at the other baby, and reaching for the parent at all times.  The babies don't really acknowledge the older kids, just each other, so in the future I would probably try to only have one baby at a time, for their own benefit.

We have also found that one of the children is very sensitive of our biological daughter getting anything perceived to be better than what the foster baby receives. Parental attention, clothes, toys, baby items, and even types of bottles are compared by the child, checking to see what the differences are between the two babies, and then various demands or requests are made that the foster baby's perceived situation be improved.  The child tries to create competitions between the two babies to compare which baby is better.  We frequently hear comments about the sibling baby along the lines of, "She's cuter than Capri because...", "She used to [insert anything that babies do] but now she's a lot better/smarter/bigger, not like Capri", and "Why did you give the pink toy to Capri? My sister should get the pink one and Capri should get the green one."  In addition, the child frequently picks up baby items around the house and says, "This belongs to [foster baby]," and tries to claim things for that baby that do not belong to her.  I gather that this might be a type of survival tactic, making sure that the child's young sibling has her needs met, even though that is highly unnecessary in our house.

Aside from the babies, competition for parental attention between the older kids runs deep.  I'm assuming it goes deeper with young foster kids than it does with most permanent kids, but I guess we'll know for sure with time.  One extreme example of the need for attention surprised us in the form of bed wetting.  We have one bed wetter who gets woken up at night for potty checks, and after a while, the other child would have three or more days in a row of wetting the bed after a full week of staying dry without incident.  We could not figure out why these wet days for the dry kid kept happening every other week, until the child finally said, "Well, I keep wetting the bed... Can you just come in to wake me up every night like you do for [Sibling]?  At least two times per night, please.  And make sure to still check on me right after I go to sleep, too."  This is the child who can spout off a list of questions at bedtime, who loves to talk and is never quite satisfied with the amount of time and attention received.  Bed wetting became one more way to get that attention, as uncomfortable as it was for that child to wake up wet in the morning.

We haven't had enough foster care experience to know which things pertain only to our specific kids and what pertains to foster kids in general, but we're taking notes for ourselves for next time, and to share with anyone who would like to get a better idea of what foster care is like day-to-day inside the home.