This week has been filled with so many mixed emotions for me. I would say at the beginning of this week I hit my lowest point, but then last night I also hit my highest when I got a wonderful two hour break from my two youngest kids to go out shopping with my eldest daughter and my mother. Even though it felt amazing to get out for a couple of hours for the first time in a month without the baby and toddler with me, I still very much missed Kya, especially when a random screaming child triggered a let down in my breasts. And here I thought only my son and daughter’s cry only did that…awesome. Anyways, this week has been a rollar coaster (did I also mention that I’m on day 4 of no sugar?).Tweet
It’s always so random when feelings of my adoption come up in my every day life. Since opening up about how much being adopted has affected my life to my family, friends, and well, the whole internet world, I have not thought about it nearly as much as I used to. Before it was an everyday sadness that plagued my life, now I go a few days to a week before something will trigger any thoughts regarding adoption.
Lately however, thoughts about my adoption have become once again more frequent since having Kya. One thing that I struggle with most about being adopted is my identity. Part of your identity is the way you look physically as well as who you are on the inside. When I came over from S. Korea at 13 months, all I had was a packet that told who ever was in charge of transporting me to my new family who I was, my identity. That packet which I found in my teens and read, told someone what color hair I had, how much I weighed, my height, my eye color, and any identifying marks on me which included my freckles on the right side of my face and a burn mark on my left wrist, which until that moment upon reading about, I had never noticed before or remembered how it got there. Now I stare at the scar on my wrist constantly just trying to remember something….Even though this packet described all of my features, and who I was, it left out the most important thing that I’ve been left wondering for the past 26 years…who did I get all of it from? Who did I COME FROM? Continue readingTweet
So as you can tell by this update being two days late, (my weeks turn over on Fridays) things have been extremely busy around our household. This past week has been tough. With battling the baby blues on top of getting little sleep, and also struggling to get rid of this horrid case of Thrush that both Kya and I have after my run of antibiotics for my mastitis, I’ve been a wreck.Tweet
So now that I have my third child under my belt…that sounded wrong, but you know what I mean, I feel as though I should share with some of you first time moms/dads some things that I wish I would have known the first time around. Now when I say first time around I do mean when I was 18, so not only was that a LONG time ago, but I was also at the very most naive and unknowing place in my life so in other words…there were a lot of things that surprised me.
Because there is too much to say in one post, I thought I would just pick out some of the things that I wasn’t expecting 7 years ago after the birth of my first daughter (so weird to think I actually have two girls now!). Continue readingTweet
I feel like I get this question a lot since having Kya in some way, shape, or form.
-”How’s the family doing with the new baby?”
-”How are the kids adjusting to the new addition?”
-”Is Wy loving being a big brother?”
-”Does A love having a little sister?”
-”You guys getting any sleep?”
My usual short answers to these questions are usually positive because if I were to say anything negative it would start a longer conversation that I don’t think the mail man wants to get into, or the nice lady at church wants to hear about.Tweet