The sticker...

Here's an early picture just after we were able to see Lia. I'm sorry I don't have a better picture for you at this point. I just keep hearing Lia's 16 year old voice in my head... "Dad! I can't believe you put that picture of me on the internet for the entire world to see! I looked terrible!" So I'll leave it at this one.

On the other hand...

Here is a picture of what the surgeon found in her nose! (Not the dime... that's just for perspective.) It's a sticker that looks like it came off a new pair of shoes! As you can see, it was the size of a stamp. She had to have put it in her mouth and it went up instead of down. We won't be having that problem again. (I'm hearing that 16 year old again, so I better stop.)

She is already drinking juice, which means we should be home by tomorrow afternoon. She is talking and copying facial expressions. She is on a steady diet of Tylenol, Motrin, and Nickelodeon. It's amazing how TV can make kids glaze over!

Thanks for your prayers. Words can't express how greatful we are...

Wow... It's really strange to look at her and see a new face! Even more importantly, the gaping hole that connected her nose and mouth is no more! We realize that this is not the end... it's only a beginning, but a really important beginning, and Lia's life will be infinitely better.

If you have followed this blog at all, I think you will discover an ongoing theme... Lia is a survivor. She opened her eyes after the surgery, looked at Luciana and in the weakest little voice said, "I'm fine."

I'm going to eat... I give more details and let you know what the doctor located in her nose later... Now you know you'll have to check again.

A New Profile

It's hard to believe that Cecilia's face will look different in a couple of hours. We are sitting here in the waiting room while the surgeon is rearanging the inside of Lia's mouth and nose. We were told today that they may not need to remove a piece of her rib in order to close the palate. We are praying that this is the case.

What you don't know from this picture is that Lia was just throwing a fit that could have been measured on the Richter scale with a seismograph when they came in and gave her, what they were calling, "joy juice." It worked like a charm! (Could I get some of that to go?)

We'll keep you updated as we find out more.

Cecilia is Home...

From the time we left this morning to the time we returned tonight was only 12 hours. Exactly 12 hours, and yet it was so much more. Let me try to explain...

Before I begin, I have to confess I am extremely tired. This turned out to be a lot more than removing a few teeth and inserting a couple of ear tubes. So if I don't make complete sense, or if I tend to ramble, bear with me...

Cecilia is two years old. We have said over and over through the past couple of weeks, that she is acting like a normal two year old (which is a good thing.) The antibiotics have been working and she has been so much more enjoyable to be around recently.

You see, Lia has been living with constant ear and sinus infections. These infections have been controlling her behaviors. I mean, just think about it. Have you ever gotten water in your ear and been unable to get it out? On more than one occasion, I'll admit, I have been caught jumping up and down on one foot, head tilted to the side at the public pool, with no regard for who might be standing by watching. It is a miserable feeling. Now multiply it by both ears, and sinuses, throw in some pain and the inability to make yourself understood. I think that is how my daughter has been feeling for most of her short life.

So recently, due to the antibiotics, Lia has been a normal two year old. She is becoming more loveable all the time.

So at 3:07 pm when we saw Lia after her surgery a pit in my stomach hit like a brick of despair. “She looks like the little girl I met on that first day in Huaraz, Peru.” I couldn't put my finger on it, but the tears welled up from deep within. It wasn't until later that Luciana said her thoughts, response, and reactions were exactly the same. Lia looked lethargic and her face swollen. All we can figure is the swollen face in the orphanage must have come from the rampant infection that we have not been able to eradicate, but at least keep under control.

So when we brought her back to the house this evening and turned off the car, I said “Lia, you're home.” I guess I said it as much to myself as I did to her. Today's twelve hour trip took me all the way back to that orphanage in Peru. Back to that strange little girl that scared me the first time I set eyes on her. Back to my own fears of incompetence.

We are home...more home than ever before. Thanks be to God.

For those who want the details...

We found out today that Cecilia will probably need hearing aids. The tests showed mild to moderate nerve damage in both of her ears.

Lia's next surgery will be on November 10th. At that time they will close the palate and reconstruct her upper jaw. The surgery we faced today was simple compared to what we will confront in seven weeks.

Thanks for your prayers.

mbp

For All The Angry Blog Followers:(

I know, I know… we have been totally delinquent bloggers. Life comes before computer in our home and just keeping our heads above water has been enough of a challenge these days. But I do apologize.

Tomorrow we take Cecilia for her first surgery. It’s hard to believe after six months we have finally arrived at this day. The surgery is minor compared to what she will be facing about a month from now, but I still thought we should inform you. She will have three teeth extracted and ear tubes inserted. The teeth will be removed so that they are able to close the palate without any obstructions next month. The tubes in her ears will help to take care of the constant infections and improve her hearing. No more excuses for not coming when called, or handing over a dangerous pair of scissors (Except of course, that she is two years old!)

We will post more after the surgery tomorrow, but I just want to leave you with a few recent pictures. Actually, I was told by my wife that people don’t want a post without pictures.)Look Who's in the driver's seat. Not a big surprise if you know her personality!

It's About Time...

I know...

We have been delinquent. The everyday takes over and the last thing I think about is spending time on the computer in the midst of diapers and discipline.

I'm out of practice...

But I thought this news was big enough to inform anyone who is still waiting...

We spent the day at Children's Memorial Hospital yesterday. We left the house at 7:45 in the am and returned about the same time in the pm. If the number of doctors who met with us had been individual appointments our co-pay alone would have been $120! (That's $20 a visit... you do the math.) One of my favorite moments of the day was when a handful of medical professionals walked in and started talking with us, one of them, in his white coat, asked Lia to open to say "ahhh", stuck a flashlight in her mouth and walked out. I turned to Luciana and said, "And who was that?" We both shrugged our shoulders. He was never seen again.

Our hope and prayer was that we would have a plan by the end of the day. That prayer was answered.

The next three steps are insurance, tooth extraction and ear tubes, and then the closing of the palate.

First, we wait to hear from our insurance about what will be covered under medical (hopefully all of it), what will be covered under dental, and what will come from our own pockets (hopefully a $20 co-pay.)

Second, will be the tooth extraction and ear tubes which should take place in the middle of September. There are a couple of teeth that are in the way, making the closing of the palate more difficult.

Third, the surgeon will remove part of the bone in the roof of her mouth, take part of a rib to create a more natural curve for the upper gum line, and close the palate. She said that after this surgery, Lia will have a very different profile. The little face that we have become so accustomed to will be no more.

I wish you could have been there to watch their minds at work. It was absolutely amazing. The surgeon would come in, take a look in her mouth, tell us what she thought and go to talk to the team. Then the dentist would come in, look at her teeth and say that something else seemed to make more sense, and he would bring the surgeon back. She would take another look, they'd both step out and pull in the surgeon in charge of the tooth extraction. Meanwhile they each had at least one medical student trailing behind getting the schooling of a lifetime!

Finally, at about 5:00, the surgeon came back to explain what had been going over our heads for most of the day. She also told us that she will be using a tool to spread her gum line so her teeth will grow where they are supposed to. She said this would take six months with spacers. She will do it in 60 minutes during the surgery!

Our daughter is in capable hands, to put it mildly.

Please pray for her. Although this must all be done, and done as quickly as possible, we can't help but think of the violent act of ripping out bone and replacing it with other bone from her rib. Her life will be infinitely better for it, but you can't explain that to a two and a half year old. Pray for the comfort of the Father.

Thank you.

Lia Cried

Lia cried the other day. If you've been to our house you are probably thinking, "That's nothing new..."

If you were her older sister you'd be thinking, "I wish she would stop crying..."

Before I go any further, let me remind you that she is a 2 1/2 years old. They tend to cry.

But this was different. I took Lia into her Sunday school class as I do every week. She knows right where it is and which door to walk through. She is always two steps ahead of me. And just like every other week, I waved and said goodby before I headed out the door. Then it happened. She cried. She ran towards me, raised her hands in the air and she cried.

Once again, jumped by my own emotions that I didn't quite understand, I said, "Oh honey, that's so good!" The other parents, who had been trying to sneak out without their toddlers noticing looked at me questioningly.

I put her down and sat with her. We played with the toys for a few minutes and I got up to leave. Again I said,"goodbye." Again, she cried. At this point the other parents who were hoping to catch at least part of the sermon, were wondering if my technique was really that bad.

But it's a little different with an adopted child. I get a pit in my stomach every time someone comments how amazing it is that she put her arms out to everyone. The big smiles and funny faces she displays for perfect strangers actually concern us.

The bonding process that happens so naturally with your own infant is a lot of work with a two year old stranger who comes to live with you; a lot of work, and so infinitely essential to her emotional and spiritual well-being.

So those tears were a sign of deep healing in her soul.

I missed most of the sermon, but I didn't mind. I can always download it some other time.

Continue to pray for Lia as she bonds with her family. Pray for us as we learn how to facilitate that bonding.