
Me and my kids, on the night we arrived home.
We’ve been home 3 days as of tonight. All in all, Dylan is doing great. He adores his siblings to pieces, goes to both Randy and me equally, gives kisses, makes eye contact, and has given me 1 unsolicted hug so far :) But, like all adoptions, there are areas of struggle and since I feel it’s important to give other adoptive families a true picture of this journey, I plan on “keeping it real” here.
We completely expected Dylan to react to food like Lainey did…eat voraciously, never seem full, want to eat all the time. Boy, were we wrong. Dylan eats very little, and usually only with encouragement. He will chew a mouthful of food FOREVER and when we try to give him another bite, he opens his mouth wide to say “still chewing, mama”. I’ll try and give him a sip of drink to help him swallow. It works sometimes. There are times that he refuses to swallow and he gets upset. He usually refuses bites of food that he’s not familiar with. I’m planning on calling our agency’s support line to check on this…definitely not how we thought he’d react to eating.
Then, there are times when he sort of spaces out. It happens after we do something that shakes him – maybe told him no, or asked him to eat another bite of food, etc. He freezes, his forehead crinkles and his eyes look anxious and fearful. He won’t respond to our words, won’t take anything we try to hand him, nothing. It’s hard to see him do this, but we realize that his world has been totally rocked and turned upside down. His little 3 year old brain just can’t handle it all sometimes and this is his response…his way to shut it all down. We’re praying that this happens less and less as we show him our love is real and forever.
His other struggle is bedtime. He slept in his crib at the hotel the 1st night – we laid him down, he stayed completely still, and fell asleep. That was the last time he was in the crib, because the next night he screamed in fear when we tried to put him down. He’s been sleeping with us. Our routine is kind of the same as in the hotel. We get him in his PJ’s and brush his teeth (which causes him to start to cry because he knows what’s coming), then sit up with him in our bed with the TV on. He cries – a sort of over and over humming cry – as we rub his back and tell him it’s okay. About 5-10 minutes into it, he begins to nod off. We lie him down, and he’s usually out in about 2 minutes. He always wakes up happy.
Oh, and did I mention he hates the dog?
It’s been a rough few days, with all of us trying to find our new places in the family…
Lainey isn’t the baby anymore and is definitely feeling some jealousy and wanting tons of mama/dada time. We expected her to react this way, but she’s also showing signs of being a fantastic big sister. Whenever we include her in taking care of Dylan, she jumps right in with big sister authority. Dylan accepts her most of the time :)
I’m learning to be a mother to six children. If you would have told me this would be my life even 10 years ago, I would have laughed. Me? 6 kids? Yea, right. It feels daunting at times, especially in these early days (and jet lag still working on me!), but I know that God will equip me to be the mom He knows I can be. What a privilege. I’m extremely thankful for my family and can’t imagine my life any other way.

First breakfast at home.
So, that’s where we are right now. I’m confident that we’ll all find our place and new rhythm. I know that Dylan will settle in and feel comfortable and safe with us. I know he’ll eventually drive the dog crazy with attention. For now, I’m trusting God to walk us through this time. That’s what faith is, right…even when you’re not feeling it, you believe it’s there. I believe.




































































