This Sunday will be my first Mother's Day. We have been parents since Monday afternoon. So far it's been a very easy transition. We have one child. I can't give specific information and since I don't want to divulge the sex/age/name of our child I'll choose a "generic" neutral name. Taylor sounds good enough.
Taylor is in middle school and because yesterday was election day T didn't have school so we took Taylor to school this morning. It went well. We are really enjoying have T with us. I know all my friends and family are dying for more information but I simply must protect T's privacy. As soon as I figure out how to blog our lives without revealing any specific info regarding T I will.
But in the meantime, just know that I'm going to relish in being a mama even if T only calls me "Allison" at this point.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Catching You Up!
Sorry I've been MIA. It's been a busy week (or two). My best friend's family and I prepared for a yard sale. I hate yard sales. They are so much work. I don't go to them (honestly only because I don't get up that early on the weekends).
Now, it's not a real Tomasek/Masters family event if there isn't some kind of "This Can Only Happen To Us/No One Would Ever Believe This" thing doesn't happen and yesterday's yard sale was no different. We had to call the police on a drunk shoplifter. I kid you not.
Ginger had noticed him and went to talk to him and he expressed he was homeless (an very, very drunk) so she gave him a duffel bag with a couple of pieces of clothes. He apparently then decided that we were his own personal Goodwill so he grabbed another bag and started filling it with all kinds of stuff. Ginger finally called the police after he refused to leave and started filling Rubbermaid containers with random stuff.
When the HAWT policeman got him to leave, we went through the stuff he was trying to take and he had tried to take two books on serial killers! (You can see we ran out of room so we just left a lot of stuff in containers! We had tables that we also had for sale and they sold first thing so we ran out of table space!)
Once the sale was over, it was off to Morgantown for my husband's first tattoo. It took 3 hours. I've never spent a Saturday night in a tattoo parlor before. Our friends Jim and Amy were with us. We had fun and my husband now has some pretty awesome ink!
The very start
Finished outline
it's done!
Night before yard sale
We were to start at 8am. We started setting up at 6:30 and my 7am we had our first customers when we didn't have but maybe 1/4th of our stuff out. It was a 10% chance of rain and you know what that meant: it sprinkled all morning!
We did very well. We had a lot of nice things and the weird thing is the things I thought would go didn't and the ones that I figured would still be around sold. Isn't that how it always goes? By 1 we became Walmart and rolled back prices by 50%! By 2pm we were telling people, "Just make any offer on anything!" We all were soooooo tired and over it. My husband and I had only gotten three hours of sleep so we were exhausted. The humidity was high and my RA was really flaring which made me pretty much a lawn ornament while he lifted, moved, and followed my direction. But even though it spit rain most of the day and the humidity was horrible, we had a great time.
Now, it's not a real Tomasek/Masters family event if there isn't some kind of "This Can Only Happen To Us/No One Would Ever Believe This" thing doesn't happen and yesterday's yard sale was no different. We had to call the police on a drunk shoplifter. I kid you not.
Ginger had noticed him and went to talk to him and he expressed he was homeless (an very, very drunk) so she gave him a duffel bag with a couple of pieces of clothes. He apparently then decided that we were his own personal Goodwill so he grabbed another bag and started filling it with all kinds of stuff. Ginger finally called the police after he refused to leave and started filling Rubbermaid containers with random stuff.
Once the sale was over, it was off to Morgantown for my husband's first tattoo. It took 3 hours. I've never spent a Saturday night in a tattoo parlor before. Our friends Jim and Amy were with us. We had fun and my husband now has some pretty awesome ink!
The very start
Finished outline
it's done!
He's very happy. After the tattoo we had a very quick dinner at Chili's and then went to see the Avengers in 3D. I had only had 3 hours of sleep so I was getting very tired and grouchy. I learned last night I cannot stomach 3D movies. I got motion sickness and then tried to watch without the glasses and the blurriness made me even sicker and I finally left the theater and waited in the lobby. I thought the movie was awful. It's just not my kind of thing. We finally got home at 1am. I was pooped!! I was so cranky I looked like this:
Today Jeff had to run into work and update some computer software and I slept until 11. He's on his way home and we're going to go see The Lucky One. I've already seen it but he's dying to see it.
Some other random photos:
Night before yard sale
Farty loved the boxes we used to store things!!
What else has been going on here lately? Oh yeah, I know......
WE ARE NOW LICENSED FOSTER-TO-ADOPT PARENTS!!
Yep, we're just waiting on a placement and word on the child we'd like to adopt!!!
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Do You Know the Way to Santa Fe?
Well, as many growing families do, we looked around our car and realized, "up to three teens (ages 8-18) and midsize sedan is not going to cut it." So, we traded in my husband's smaller sedan for a new car for me and the kids.
Let me show you the way to Sante Fe:
I haven't named her yet. But there she is, Miss Santa Fe 2012!
Let me show you the way to Sante Fe:
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Feelings
I'm going to try to put into words the emotions stirring in my head, my heart, and my soul. I wonder just how transparent I should be here at the risk of people thinking I'm a loon, but I'm going to be as open as I wanna be.
Tonight our social worker completed the safety check and praised our bedrooms for the kids. He joked what happens if we get a Pitt fan and I said, "I'll bend and buy Marshall stuff but I refuse to get Pitt stuff in my house unless it's Steelers."
Right before he left he said he full expects to have us licensed by early next week and we may have kids as early as the middle of next week. Once he left and my husband left to go grab us dinner I broke down and sobbed. Not a sad sob, though there were sad elements to it.
We've been on a journey to having children since the day we were married six years ago. I've suffered grueling medical treatments (drugs/injections/hormones/surgeries/vaginal ultrasounds/painful "female tests"), emotional roller coasters included to but not limited to: whether or not I'd ovulated, am I pregnant, to the "oh shit now what" I uttered when I found out I was pregnant. Then came the "why don't I feel pregnant" worries but then I heard the whomp whomp whomp of a heartbeat that stole my breath followed a couple weeks by (November 30, 2007 a day I'll never forget), "there's no heartbeat." No more whomp whomp whomp just quiet sobs that grew into guttural sobs that poured from the hollow core of my being. Two weeks later the sobs came again as I labored the remains of our child. If I live to be 200, I'll never forget the pain: the physical pain, the emotional pain, the psychological pain, the sheer trauma of it. Followed by horrendous periods and just being too tired to continue which led me to have surgery forever ending our chances for biological children.
Next my brother and sister-in-law were blessed with a healthy wonderful and perfect pregnancy and in the beginning the anger that arose in my soul surprised me. It wasn't an emotion I could control. It wasn't an emotion I knew I would have. I suspected some depression but not what I felt. I was so angry that I couldn't be honest to God happy until one day when I finally decided to go back to church. My husband was not yet convinced he wanted to go to church so I went alone. That day the sermon was about how unless you give up that which has caused you pain you won't welcome the joys the Lord has for you. You can't be filled with wholeness and happiness if you're holding onto brokenness and pain.
I went to the front of the church that day and I gave it all away. As I stood there surrounded by strangers and a good friend, I sobbed it ALL out. I prayed with everything I had that God would deliver me from these feelings of anger, resentment and replace them with a happiness, a love, and joy that the situation warranted. Feeling and emotions I WANTED to have. I surrendered all the pain of my infertility and loss. I gave it all up. I wish I could say the relief was instant,it wasn't but it was better. Each day it got better. Easier.
Amelia has been here 15 months now and she's every bit as amazing as I knew she would be. I can't wait to meet her siblings one day. But the desire to be a mom was still so big in my heart. It was something that I ran from, though. You see between my loss and Amelia's birth I was diagnosed with some pretty serious healthy concerns most importantly and challenging: Rheumatoid Arthritis. By the time I was diagnosed and until I was able to find the right treatment protocol I was losing everything (but weight). I was losing my ability to shop, walk, travel, open jars, stand longer than two minutes, walk more than fifty feet without leaning on something/stopping. You name it I met it along the road of RA. I still find limits to what I'm able to do and ways to get around it. I'll have it forever and I'll need to make adjustments for it.
This past Christmas I started a new, stronger, more intense treatment that has given me back more and more of my life, my mobility. This past Christmas our family traditions changed and as we sat in our lonely living room on Christmas Eve I looked at my husband and I said, "Next year, we will have a family." I had been saying "next year" for a long time. I have talked about adoption/when we adopt/etc. forever to the point when I didn't even believe it would happen. But once we made the decision it was made. We turned a process that takes anywhere from four-six months into a two month project. By the time we reach the three month anniversary of starting the process we'll have children in this home. We may have children by next weekend.
My journey is no different than other women who have experienced infertility. My family is growing in the same way many millions of families grow for whatever reason. The important thing in this is OUR FAMILY IS GROWING.
There are still unknowns: will we be blessed with the chance to adopt R (our primary reason for starting this process) or will we foster children who go home only to have new fosters who become little T's? Will the sibling group of three we expressed interest in tonight be our children? I don't know. Jeff doesnt' know. Our SW doesn't know. The State of WV doesn't know. But God does.
Tonight my soul has been humbled. Humbled back to that 2010 summer morning in a small church when I released ALL of it. Gave it ALL to God. I made Christ the commander of my life, my situation, my family. I no longer relied on what I wanted or what I could do to make it happen. I didn't know as everything that has happened the past two years was being used to show me to trust more, believe more, and rely more.
No matter how much I yelled at Him. Cussed Him. Tried to show HIM who was boss HE never gave up on his plan for me, for my husband, for our lives. Yes, it's been hard and we still have some fighting to do but I have a secret weapon in this battle. Every morning I'm going to get up and put on the armor of God and every battle I face I will surrender to Him and trust He will give me the words/strength/knowledge/peace to know HE is in control. Things may not go the way I have them dreamed up in my head. My family may not look the way I picture it. But it will look exactly as it has been ordained to look like. And on that I can rely.
I'm so thankful that I believed in myself enough to look past the worries of others. I'm so thankful that God waited until it was in HIS time that he brought us to this point. So many worries eliminated. He made a way physically with a new medication for my RA. He made a way through a difficult financial situation allowing me to stay home. He made a way to show me that while I would love to hold an infant and raise that child from beginning to end, that's not His plan for me. He gave me a man with a heart for those who hurt. He blessed me with a man who doesn't care where our children come from, what color they are, just as long as we have them is all he cares about.
So many pieces have had to fall together in order for us to get here. I'm still scared. I'm still anxious. But I more than enough. J is more than enough. We with HIM are more than enough.
I'm humbled. Completely and utterly humbled.
Tonight our social worker completed the safety check and praised our bedrooms for the kids. He joked what happens if we get a Pitt fan and I said, "I'll bend and buy Marshall stuff but I refuse to get Pitt stuff in my house unless it's Steelers."
Right before he left he said he full expects to have us licensed by early next week and we may have kids as early as the middle of next week. Once he left and my husband left to go grab us dinner I broke down and sobbed. Not a sad sob, though there were sad elements to it.
We've been on a journey to having children since the day we were married six years ago. I've suffered grueling medical treatments (drugs/injections/hormones/surgeries/vaginal ultrasounds/painful "female tests"), emotional roller coasters included to but not limited to: whether or not I'd ovulated, am I pregnant, to the "oh shit now what" I uttered when I found out I was pregnant. Then came the "why don't I feel pregnant" worries but then I heard the whomp whomp whomp of a heartbeat that stole my breath followed a couple weeks by (November 30, 2007 a day I'll never forget), "there's no heartbeat." No more whomp whomp whomp just quiet sobs that grew into guttural sobs that poured from the hollow core of my being. Two weeks later the sobs came again as I labored the remains of our child. If I live to be 200, I'll never forget the pain: the physical pain, the emotional pain, the psychological pain, the sheer trauma of it. Followed by horrendous periods and just being too tired to continue which led me to have surgery forever ending our chances for biological children.
Next my brother and sister-in-law were blessed with a healthy wonderful and perfect pregnancy and in the beginning the anger that arose in my soul surprised me. It wasn't an emotion I could control. It wasn't an emotion I knew I would have. I suspected some depression but not what I felt. I was so angry that I couldn't be honest to God happy until one day when I finally decided to go back to church. My husband was not yet convinced he wanted to go to church so I went alone. That day the sermon was about how unless you give up that which has caused you pain you won't welcome the joys the Lord has for you. You can't be filled with wholeness and happiness if you're holding onto brokenness and pain.
I went to the front of the church that day and I gave it all away. As I stood there surrounded by strangers and a good friend, I sobbed it ALL out. I prayed with everything I had that God would deliver me from these feelings of anger, resentment and replace them with a happiness, a love, and joy that the situation warranted. Feeling and emotions I WANTED to have. I surrendered all the pain of my infertility and loss. I gave it all up. I wish I could say the relief was instant,it wasn't but it was better. Each day it got better. Easier.
Amelia has been here 15 months now and she's every bit as amazing as I knew she would be. I can't wait to meet her siblings one day. But the desire to be a mom was still so big in my heart. It was something that I ran from, though. You see between my loss and Amelia's birth I was diagnosed with some pretty serious healthy concerns most importantly and challenging: Rheumatoid Arthritis. By the time I was diagnosed and until I was able to find the right treatment protocol I was losing everything (but weight). I was losing my ability to shop, walk, travel, open jars, stand longer than two minutes, walk more than fifty feet without leaning on something/stopping. You name it I met it along the road of RA. I still find limits to what I'm able to do and ways to get around it. I'll have it forever and I'll need to make adjustments for it.
This past Christmas I started a new, stronger, more intense treatment that has given me back more and more of my life, my mobility. This past Christmas our family traditions changed and as we sat in our lonely living room on Christmas Eve I looked at my husband and I said, "Next year, we will have a family." I had been saying "next year" for a long time. I have talked about adoption/when we adopt/etc. forever to the point when I didn't even believe it would happen. But once we made the decision it was made. We turned a process that takes anywhere from four-six months into a two month project. By the time we reach the three month anniversary of starting the process we'll have children in this home. We may have children by next weekend.
My journey is no different than other women who have experienced infertility. My family is growing in the same way many millions of families grow for whatever reason. The important thing in this is OUR FAMILY IS GROWING.
There are still unknowns: will we be blessed with the chance to adopt R (our primary reason for starting this process) or will we foster children who go home only to have new fosters who become little T's? Will the sibling group of three we expressed interest in tonight be our children? I don't know. Jeff doesnt' know. Our SW doesn't know. The State of WV doesn't know. But God does.
Tonight my soul has been humbled. Humbled back to that 2010 summer morning in a small church when I released ALL of it. Gave it ALL to God. I made Christ the commander of my life, my situation, my family. I no longer relied on what I wanted or what I could do to make it happen. I didn't know as everything that has happened the past two years was being used to show me to trust more, believe more, and rely more.
No matter how much I yelled at Him. Cussed Him. Tried to show HIM who was boss HE never gave up on his plan for me, for my husband, for our lives. Yes, it's been hard and we still have some fighting to do but I have a secret weapon in this battle. Every morning I'm going to get up and put on the armor of God and every battle I face I will surrender to Him and trust He will give me the words/strength/knowledge/peace to know HE is in control. Things may not go the way I have them dreamed up in my head. My family may not look the way I picture it. But it will look exactly as it has been ordained to look like. And on that I can rely.
I'm so thankful that I believed in myself enough to look past the worries of others. I'm so thankful that God waited until it was in HIS time that he brought us to this point. So many worries eliminated. He made a way physically with a new medication for my RA. He made a way through a difficult financial situation allowing me to stay home. He made a way to show me that while I would love to hold an infant and raise that child from beginning to end, that's not His plan for me. He gave me a man with a heart for those who hurt. He blessed me with a man who doesn't care where our children come from, what color they are, just as long as we have them is all he cares about.
So many pieces have had to fall together in order for us to get here. I'm still scared. I'm still anxious. But I more than enough. J is more than enough. We with HIM are more than enough.
I'm humbled. Completely and utterly humbled.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Finally...
The last kid room has been set up.
We still need to move out a desk (room is too small), paint and replace the trim from when we laid the floors, hang curtains, and clean out the closets that have held our junk since we bought this house is 2007. We set up all three rooms the same (except for the fact one room is a single room). I have tons of stuff for a girl's room (quilt, pillows, side table, wall hangings, other accessories, etc) and I'm going to put it in a Rubbermaid tub if/until we get a girl. The sock monkey on this bed is small compared to the ones in the other room so I need to try to find a bigger one so all three kids, provided we get three kids, will have the same. I want to be fair. The trick will be finding another one.
Our home is ready for safety inspection but it's a complete and utter clutter nightmare. In the middle of putting these rooms together we're purging for a yard sale the weekend after next. So everything we've put together for the yard sale is sitting in bins in what used to be my dining room but is now a gaming room. I hate the clutter but I guess right now it's a necessary evil.
Good thing our SW doesn't care about clutter.
We also got two of these:
We're getting there...slowly but surely. And maybe since I finally got a nebulizer and will have open airways (thanks allergy induced asthma) we'll get even more accomplished this weekend and the house will be spotless/clutterless/ready for kids.
I'll take you on a home tour here in a couple of days so you can see everything we've done!!
Monday, April 23, 2012
Nesting
I've been in quite the predicament: I've got that "nesting" feeling going on but I've also been pretty sick and unable to do everything I want to do.
Today I finally went to the doctor and it wasn't as bad as I had feared. Since I'm on various types of chemotherapy medications, any infection/illness can be very dangerous. I have been coughing and using my albuterol inhaler WAY more than I should so I was afraid it was bronchitis again (or worse) and after spending my seventh straight night coughing all.night.long, I decided it was time to see a doctor.
Thankfully, the coughing/chest congestion is from "acute exacerbation of asthma" associated with allergies and not bronchitis or worse. I do; however, have a sinus infection and received a breathing treatment and Augmentin. Since I haven't been moving air, I've not been able to get a lot done because I've been getting so winded/tired easily. I explained this to the doctor and she gave me a script for a nebulizer for days when my allergies/asthma are really bad so I can keep the air moving. This is such a blessing since I'm going to be a mama and won't have much time to be winded!! Plus once I get the air moving I can start exercising again.
My husband has taken some time off work and has been helping me. Today we got one bedroom completely done: beds situated, closet cleaned out, chest of drawers put together, etc.
Chest of drawers for each kid. I ordered them from Walmart for $97 a piece. I couldn't put a whole lot of money into them since we paid so much for the beds and I was worried they would be "cheap" and well look like they cost $97 but I have been surprised. They are good quality and look like they will hold up nicely!
Bunk beds!!! As you can tell we hope that our sons are as big Mountaineer fans as we are!! Of course if the kids don't like the bedding we'll let them pick out new!
This is our youngest cat, Farty. Yes, her name is Farty. Actually it's Fart Tart but we call her Farty. She's thanking me for her new bed!! hahahahaha
Hanging new curtain rods!
Today I finally went to the doctor and it wasn't as bad as I had feared. Since I'm on various types of chemotherapy medications, any infection/illness can be very dangerous. I have been coughing and using my albuterol inhaler WAY more than I should so I was afraid it was bronchitis again (or worse) and after spending my seventh straight night coughing all.night.long, I decided it was time to see a doctor.
Thankfully, the coughing/chest congestion is from "acute exacerbation of asthma" associated with allergies and not bronchitis or worse. I do; however, have a sinus infection and received a breathing treatment and Augmentin. Since I haven't been moving air, I've not been able to get a lot done because I've been getting so winded/tired easily. I explained this to the doctor and she gave me a script for a nebulizer for days when my allergies/asthma are really bad so I can keep the air moving. This is such a blessing since I'm going to be a mama and won't have much time to be winded!! Plus once I get the air moving I can start exercising again.
My husband has taken some time off work and has been helping me. Today we got one bedroom completely done: beds situated, closet cleaned out, chest of drawers put together, etc.
The only thing left I have to do in there is have Jeff connect the computer, purchase a computer chair, and set up the computer that limits where they can go online and tracks where they've been. Having an expert IT guy as a husband comes in handy sometimes!!!
Tomorrow I'll work on the other bedroom. It will have the same set up as far as comforter but it will be for a single child. The room is much smaller and while it would fit a bunk bed, I just don't think it's big enough for two people and I don't think we can handle four children. Three is pushing it!!
At this point I think we've decided we prefer sons. One of the things our SW told us is that given our age group if we have girls to limit if not eliminate any time that Jeff is alone with the girl (s) until the family unit is comfortable with each other as a means of protection. Often times when you're raising foster children to adopt when you try to institute strict rules the children don't like the first thing they do is make accusations: they hit us, they don't feed us, they won't let us call our mom, etc. The last thing we need is for a girl to say Jeff did something her. And even though our SW knows it wouldn't be true, he said the easiest way to defend against the allegations is to simply say, "when did it happen?" and since there wouldn't be any alone time between the two then there's no question.
We may change our minds but right now I really think I'd rather stick with sons.
Well, I feel like this post is all over the place. Thanks for reading and check back tomorrow for more updates!!
Well, I feel like this post is all over the place. Thanks for reading and check back tomorrow for more updates!!
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