Faith to Move a Mountain

In November of 2011, I started this blog as a sort of journal to chronicle the events of our son Quinton's adoption. Quinton is a little boy who was born with an extra special something. Quinton has down syndrome and was given up at birth by his parents because he has down syndrome. His birth parents must not have had any idea what a blessing he would be or I am sure they would not have given him up. Unfortunately in Eastern Europe (Quinton is from Ukraine) people with disabilities are not accepted in society and at the age of 4-6, they are sent to adult mental institutions where most of them die :( Although it breaks my heart that his parents have missed out on such a joyful little boy, God has used this unfortunate situation to bless us with a gift greater than I could have ever imagined: the gift of our first child. If you ever considered adoption-do it! Don't let money deter you. God provided over $20,000 for us to adopt Quinton. We were not fully funded until 50 minutes before we boarded our plane to Ukraine. If you have never considered adoption, go back to the beginning of this blog and read. You will see what a blessing adoption really is. Many people tell us that we are angels for rescuing Quinton, but the honest truth is this: Quinton has given me far more that I will ever be able to give him. He is my little miracle, my silly bug, my baby boy, my love. HE IS MY LIFE!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

My Heart is a Little Sad Today

Tonight I was working on completing some last minute training in preparation for the final phase of our homestudy tomorrow. The training was on Eastern European Adoption and focused a lot on cultures and subcultures that the children become accustomed to. The subculture they were referring to was life in the orphanage. This is the only life these kids know. They are fed together, go to the bathroom together, and wear each others clothes (which are all labeled with group numbers). It almost reminds me of the holocaust where people were only known by their numbers. Nothing belongs to them. They don't have toys to call their own, not even a blankie to sleep with at night. Nobody even acknowledges their birthdays. This is what broke my heart tonight. Tomorrow is my birthday. We will celebrate by finishing our homestudy (yay!) and this weekend we will probably go out to eat with my family. My Mom will call me and I will probably get lots of Happy Birthday wishes on facebook, but one month from today, my baby boy will turn one year old and nobody will even acknowledge it. I cannot be there to shower him with hugs and kisses and happy birthday wishes and it kills me inside. I can't get to him soon enough. I knew from the get  go that we would not have him home by his first birthday, but I have fallen in love with him a little more every day and I had no idea how heartbreaking it would be to be away from him. So tomorrow whenever someone wishes me a happy birthday, I will stop and whisper a prayer for my baby boy. I love you Quinton!
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2 comments:

  1. RebeccaJanuary 4, 2011 at 6:57 PM

    Oh Carol, I love you and I love your baby boy. I will be celebrating for him in my heart too :)

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  2. LeahJanuary 4, 2011 at 11:22 PM

    Happy Birthday! Its very sad to think that they might not be celebrating their birthdays. I really hope to celebrate my birthday & Quintons in some way!

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