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!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Another Day Down

Today was pretty normal. We went for our morning visit with Quinton and were pleased to find that he was still feeling better and happy to see us. We took a few pictures, but mostly just enjoyed the morning together. We had some pretty sweet moments with him that I wish we had caught on video, but it was just more important for us to put the camera down and concentrate on him.

We are slowly trying new things with him. So far-no luck. He will not take oatmeal, yogurt, a bottle of milk, or a pacifier from us. We did see one of the nannies give him his medicine this afternoon and she basically shoved it down his throat. He was not excited about taking it and I don't blame him by the smell of it, but I am pretty sure I could come up with a way to give it to him that is a bit more gentle. She laid him down (and not very gently either-he smacked his head pretty hard on the playpen floor) and held him down, pried his mouth open and poured the meds down his throat while he choked :( Have you ever tried drinking while you are laying down flat on your back? It's not very pleasant. So, needless to say, we are not sure if he doesn't like to eat because perhaps it is as traumatic as taking his medicine. We have seen them force feed other children several times. Or maybe he will only take food from his nannies because that is what he is used to. Who knows? We are just hoping and praying that when we get him out, he will eat for us.

Tanya came over this afternoon. I made lunch and then we watched Ms. Congeniality. She said that she liked it and asked if we could meet again soon. We are going to meet her on Friday and she is going to teach us how to use public transportation ;) We are going to center city and she is going to show us around and we might do a little bit of shopping.

Quinton wore his Daddy is my hero onesie today. He is so cute in it. I will be sad when he outgrows it and it won't be long. He is transforming before our eyes and growing up way too fast. We love him a little more every day.

This is the baby workout video. I was sure he would get tired of crawling everywhere, but he never did. He kept going and going. We figured we could tire him out and then he would take a nap-not that he needed one (and is actually not supposed to take one) but there is nothing more precious to me than a sleeping baby. Shame on me for trying and it didn't even work. He had too much fun!

Countdown to Gotcha Day: 8 days!


  1. Poor little baby :( Carol I am sure you are right about forceful feeding with the babies. I remember reading last summer about a family witnessing a small baby being fed and the poor thing was half choking while the nanny poured the milk in his mouth :(. They said the poor baby could hardly breathe as he tried to choke down his bottle but was obviously starving. I just pray that poor Quinton doesn't give you any trouble with feeding once you have him in your care. Oh and by the way... I love that first picture..... Motherhood looks wonderful on you <3

  2. Aw, poor thing! Chasing the phone is great exercise for him, and he's so cute while doing it! He's doing the raspberries that our Sarah used to do...sooooo cute!

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