It has been a long day...nothing bad. It was just long. Brian and I decided to take the bus to the city after our afternoon visit and just explore and we didn't get back until late. Our 10 day wait is up and gotcha day is in sight! Yay! Finally! Quinton is doing great and we are so ready to have him here with us. If we are here long enough waiting for paperwork, we have plans to take him to the park. It is an island and you have to walk across a bridge to get there. It is along the river and there is a ferris wheel there and everything. I am very directionally challenged, but Brian is pretty certain that if we take the bus to the center of the city, he can get us there from the bus station. Tomorrow is our last full day of visits with Quinton. Monday we will be paper chasing and Tuesday he is outta there!
I called this post "saving Quinton" for a very good reason. I am not sure just how many people are aware of just how bad the institutions are that the children are sent to when they age out of the baby house. Here the age is 4. Happy Birthday! You turned 4. Congratulations, you have earned a transfer to a mental institution. This is not a joke. It is a reality. There is a video that I borrowed from a recent post on a blog that I follow. It is called Carrington's Courage and was created for a little girl who came home from Quinton's country at 4 years old weighing only 11 pounds and fighting for her life. Please scroll down the page and click on the link.The video is 6 minutes long and not easy to watch, but it will give you an idea of where Quinton was headed if we did not rescue him and where the children in his groupa are headed if nobody adopts them soon. This is why we have to continue to advocate for these children. Their lives are at stake. They deserve a chance to live. They deserve to know what it feels like to be loved. They deserve it. I would strongly encourage you to take a look at the orphans on the Reece's Rainbow website and contact someone about becoming a prayer warrior for one of the kids. It does not cost anything and all you have to do is pray. Pray for them until they find a family. Perhaps you have a church family or small group that would be willing to chose a child or maybe it is something you can do with your kids at night before they go to be. Please, please consider doing this in honor of Quinton and for the ones left behind. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.
We haven't had a chance to upload pictures from today yet so here is a video from the other day. Look how happy he is to get dressed :) I think he knows that when we come and change his clothes, he gets to be out of that playpen for a while and be outside and play. He smiles so big!
Countdown to gotcha day: 3 days!
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!