Little Baby. Big God.

Recently, I have had a RIDICULOUS case of nostalgia. Maybe it’s because the last year has marked a few significant anniversaries (10 years since grad school, moving to Africa, Ellie’s 10th b-day etc), or because there have been a few too many farewell parties for good friends lately, or maybe it’s just because I’m getting older and I seem to have way more things to be nostalgic about?! Whatever the cause, this week it’s really bad, because ten years ago this past weekend, I brought a little bitty, 6 lb, 2 month old baby girl home to live with me, and BAM, just like that, I became a mama and we became a tiny family!

2 months old,

2 months old, first days at home

Several people have asked me lately how I came to be Ellie’s mom, and since Saturday was our “gotcha day,” I thought I’d go ahead and share a bit (actually quite a bit!) of the story. God’s word talks about “remembering the deeds of the Lord,” and “declaring his marvelous works,” so that’s a little bit of what this blog is about for me.  It’s good for me to look back every now and then and see all that God’s done, and be reminded that I can trust Him completely as I move forward. So here it goes…

I’d always kind of thought adoption was something I might want to do, especially after seeing so many children around the world in some pretty rough situations.  While I didn’t think I’d ever actively pursue it when I wasn’t married, I did mention to the Lord quite a few times, “If you want to drop an opportunity in my lap, I’ll be happy to take it!”

When I moved to Swaziland in September 2004, where the orphan population was large and growing, my desire to adopt became greater and started to seem like more of a possibility. A few months later, on January 21, 2005, I ‘just happened’ to be visiting the children’s ward of the government hospital the same morning a tiny little baby was left there. She was just days old, weighed less than four pounds and was quite sick. I was leading a semester long team of interns at the time, and we held her for a few hours that morning. I couldn’t get her out of my mind the rest of the day, and by the time my last meeting was over late that evening, I was dying to get back up to the hospital and see how she was doing. Thankfully a couple of my coworkers were ready to jump in the car with me and head up the mountain to the hospital to see that she was held and fed.

First night in the hospital.

First night in the hospital.

[On a side note: We don’t know anything about Ellie’s biological family, but what I do know, is that I am so incredibly thankful that her birth mother chose to give life to Ellie, in spite of what must have been very difficult circumstances, and that when, for whatever reason, she was unable to care for her, Ellie was brought to a place of safety where she would be found and cared for. There are many instances here, where that is not the case.]

The next day I called a missionary friend who runs a children’s home here, and who had also been a neo-natal nurse in the U.S., to find out what we could do. With a hospital so under-staffed and under-resourced, the baby’s chances of survival weren’t great.  So we set up a feeding schedule, and myself and my team of interns, started doing baby duty. We were fairly clueless, but pretty determined!

ELLIE W BOTTLE CENSORED

So very tiny! Just a couple days old.

After a few days hanging out in the children’s ward (a big room with lots of beds and packed with people), one of the Swazi grannies asked me what the baby’s name was. I told her that we had been calling her ‘Nosipho’ (no-see-po), which means ‘gift’ in Siswatti. The woman turned and bellowed out to the whole ward, “The baby’s name is Nosipho!” For some reason it felt so good to have her name declared like that. (Ellie’s full name is Nosipho Elizabeth. I tagged on the Elizabeth after I got her, and shortened it to Ellie.)

So, all of a sudden I found myself buying baby bottles, formula, and diapers. She was so tiny. I made her a little hat by cutting the toes off one of the complimentary airline socks I’d gotten on my flight to Africa just a few months before. At the hospital,  I’d have Ellie in one hand, be trying to drip formula into her mouth with the other, and using my feet to stomp out the occasional cockroach. Several of us took turns spending the night to make sure she was fed, and for some CRAZY reason, I was even allowed to take her HOME for a weekend before she was officially released from the hospital. She slept in one of my dresser drawers.

During the three weeks Ellie was in the hospital, my heart and mind were all over the place. From the beginning I sort-of-kind-of “knew” she was mine, but I also knew that in my sleep deprived and emotional state I might not be in the best place to make any huge life altering decision. Social welfare finally released Ellie into my missionary/nurse friend’s care. She hadn’t gained an ounce and was still quite weak, but she was finally in a place where she was able to get the around the clock attention that she needed. Ellie was at my friend’s house for several weeks, and they cared for her amazingly. I visited every chance I could.

During this time I was finally able to take a day away to pray, lay it all out there before the Lord, and seek his direction. I took my Bible and notebook, and hid out at a local game reserve. I journaled all of my questions and concerns…”What about…?”, “What if…”, “Can I really…” I wrote them all out and left a big space below each one. I prayed, and read, and throughout the day the Lord brought scriptures to mind relating to each of my concerns. By the end of the day, I felt at peace with the decision to pursue adopting the little baby that had totally ran away with my heart. The intern team and I were leaving for a week-long trip to South Africa the next day, so my plan was that as soon as we returned, I’d start making phone calls and see where it led.

We returned late the next Tuesday night. Wednesday morning I woke up saying, “Ok Lord, today is the day. Show me how to do this.” It was the middle of March. I figured maybe the best case scenario would be that by the end of May, after the intern team had left, I’d be able to get approved to start fostering Ellie. Even that sounded like it would require some pretty uncharacteristicly quick movement on the part of social welfare. BUT, about 9am that Wednesday morning I got a call saying that, for various reasons, it would work out best if I could start fostering Ellie on Sunday—FIVE DAYS AWAY. I remember pausing…and swallowing really hard…and blinking a few times, and in those momments thinking, I should say no. I need more time to prepare!! But wait! If this is my daughter, why would I want to spend another minute away from her? So I said, “Sure, that’d be great with me!” Aaaaaaahhhhhh!

[On another side note, I think it was really the Lord’s provision that I was hanging out with a bunch of 18-23 year olds at this point, who were mostly just thinking, “Yay!  A cute baby! Of course you should adopt her!” and weren’t necessarily encouraging caution or trying to be “the voice of reason” in my decision making process. Because really, this didn’t seem like a safe and logical decision and their blind enthusiasm was exactly what I needed as I took what felt like a big huge step of faith.]

So that was it. Five days later, after scrounging up a few basic baby supplies, I picked up my baby girl and brought her home to our little bitty apartment. I was SO HAPPY! (Ellie was mostly just sleepy.)

The honey moon stage lasted about 48 hours. I was stressed and exhausted, and trying to comfort a crying baby one morning a couple days later, when I thought, What have I done?! How can I do this by myself?! Not only do I have to nurture and care for this little baby, but I also have to be the…

I was about to finish my thought with “Provider,” but before I could, God interrupted my inner rant: STOP. Provider is my name, not yours. It’s my job, not yours. Don’t try to be something that I haven’t called you to.

That reminder from the Lord instantly brought peace and relief to this tired and stressed out mama. It has been something I’ve gone back to MANY times over the last ten years when I start to stress (which happens PLENTY). It has helped to keep me from trying to bear a weight I’m not meant to bear, and it has reminded me that I don’t have to be more…but that I need to rely on him more and be sure of who He is . It assures me that I am never alone in all of this.

Isaiah 41:13 has been on my mind a lot lately: “I am the Lord your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, ‘Do not fear. I will help you.’” Saturday was our “Gotcha day”, but what the Lord has reminded me of this week is that it’s not so much that I got Ellie or that she got me (although that is pretty awesome!**), it’s that He’s GOT US. He is faithful, and he is all we need.

(On yet ANOTHER side note: the adoption took another year and a half to complete, but Ellie was with me and mine the whole time, and was actually allowed to travel to the US with me a few times before the adoption was final.)

To celebrate our 10 year mile stone, I got you a little present! SUPRISE! (really, don’t get too excited) I made a ‘printable’ of Isaiah 41:13. Print it out and put it somewhere where it will remind you that no matter where you find yourself today, God’s “got you” too.

There is so much more to say, but I’ll stop here for now. If you have actually persevered to the end of this whole thing, thanks!!! You are AWESOME.

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** That doesn’t, however, mean that it feels or looks “awesome” every day. For instance yesterday, when I told Ellie she couldn’t play with a friend until she cleaned her room, if you’d have asked her, “Isn’t it awesome that you get Julie for a mom?” Her answer would NOT have been an enthusiastic yes. Or a couple weeks ago when she spilled syrupy sweet lemonade all over our ant infested kitchen just minutes before a group of dinner guests arrived, my reaction was not “awesome.” Awesome doesn’t mean we don’t have our issues! 🙂

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4 thoughts on “Little Baby. Big God.

  1. Thanks for the story. I’ve heard it before but its different reading it. Thankful for all you do in Swaziland. Love the picture of you and “Mama Ruby”. Ellie is growing up so fast and is such an outgoing little(BIG)girl. Jesse

  2. I’ve heard this story before, but was great reading it again. The two of you are so fortunate that God allowed you to be a loving family. Joyce

  3. That was such an awesome story to read – I always wondered, but never asked. What a wonderful testimony of trusting God in all circumstances.

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