I'm not sure why, but today I started doubting myself...

Questioning why I've been so open about the adoption process.

Wondering why I've been so honest about the good and the bad this adoption road has led us on.

My fear is that one day, Olivia will look me in the eyes and say, "Mom, why'd you share so much about my adoption?" or, "Why'd you share so many pictures of me?"

I was sitting at my desk in between live shots and my mind was racing.

Will she resent me for any of this?

Is it worth it?

Then I heard the "beep" of a Facebook message on my computer.

It was as if God knew I needed a bit of reassurance, and in that split second, He provided it.

This is what the message said:

Hi Shelley,
I just wanted to write you a note to say not only have I enjoyed the transparency of the journey that adoption is and your family's willingness to be vulnerable about its intricacies, but that your openness has given me the opportunity to see all of the creative ways to make adoption possible for any family who feels called to adopt.
I have often heard from people considering adoption, "It's just too expensive (the adoption process, that is)," and now, through your transparency, I am able to reference an awesome family who heard the call to adopt and refused to let any barrier get in the way of trusting God and having the courage to act on the call.
Thank you so much! Your family has inspired me in so many ways- not only to listen more to my own instinct that one day I may be called to adopt kids, but you've also shown me that if adoption isn't part of my own personal calling, I can still support the adoption process by supporting other families who are.
             God Bless your family now and in the many wonderful years yet to come!


THIS was exactly what I needed today.

Now I can breathe a bit easier because when -- or if -- Olivia asks me why I was so open about her
joining our family, I'll be able to tell her that HER story changed lives.
That this little girl inspired people.

And that being public about her adoption wasn't all for nothing.

Another lesson I learned today:

If you've been wanting to off er encouragement to someone else, but haven't made time to do it...do it.

Do it now.

 It might be the reassurance that person's needing.


The No-Changing-Table Dilemma


Shouldn't it be a requirement to have changing tables in all public restrooms?!
I'm not saying they all need to be nice and plush like the nursery, but SOMETHING off the floor
would be great!

I'm a slight full-blown germaphobe, and I cringe at the thought of changing Olivia's diaper on the floor of a public restroom.


I can't tell you how many times I've had to walk back out to a parking lot [uphill both ways in the snow, mind you...] to change her because I just can't. do. it. on the floor of a public bathroom.

And before some of you start telling me about those convenient, portable changing pads -- stop.
I already know they make these.

And I already have one.

BUT putting it on the FLOOR of a public bathroom [God knows what else has been there] and
then folding it back up and putting it back into the diaper bag with her bibs and bottles and burp rags is a bit much for this germaphobe Momma.

Moms -- I'd love to know:

What have you used to make the no-changing-table dilemma easier?


I Understand.

I was talking with a friend of mine who wonders if she'll ever become a Mom.

She's discouraged.

She's bitter.

And she assured me she'll go crazy if she sees another pregnancy announcement on Facebook.

This friend has other friends who have multiple kids.

Those friends have kids by "accident."

And kids they couldn't care less about.

This friend has family members who ask her, "When are you going to have a baby?" at every holiday.

Every family get-together.

This friend can't wrap her head around why she can't get pregnant.

And why it seems like everyone else can.

I understand.

I've walked that walk.

And it's not fun.

It's painful.

But it's OK to be angry.

And bitter.

And frustrated.

And sad.

Because it's not fair.

While I don't believe adoption is meant for everyone, I will say that when we first laid eyes on our
baby girl, everything made sense.

Olivia was part of our family's plan all along -- it was clear to us the very moment we met her.

The hardest part for me was the gradual shift of how I pictured our family when we got married
five years ago.

We assumed we would have tall, skinny [probably nerdy] biological children who needed braces at
some point in their lives.

We assumed it would happen when we wanted it to.

We assumed it would be easy.

But, you know what they say about assuming, right?!

Little did we know that there was something bigger and better in the cards for us.
We trusted and prayed and kept the faith, and THIS moment, my friends -- the moment we met
our daughter -- was meant for us all along.

So, if you know someone struggling with this -- please tell them this:

You are not alone.

10 Signs You're a New Mom

You know you're a new Momma when you do one or more of the following at any given time or

1.) Start making up songs about your child -- and singing them to your child -- at 2:00 in the
morning (note: these songs can consist of the words poop, sleep, toot and/or the phrase "stop crying")

2.) You've memorized every song on your child's swing

3.) You can't fall asleep unless you're listening to music from said swing

4.) You've nailed down a method to carrying three bottles and formula dispensers downstairs WITH a baby and burp cloth at the same time (that takes talent, my friends!)

5.) You dance around your child's nursery to try and soothe your baby to sleep

6.) You wake up even if your child hasn't woken up just to make sure your baby's still breathing

7.) You seem to have lost five of the six paci fiers SOMEWHERE

8.) You can swaddle your child snuggly in record time...with your eyes closed

9.) Your conversations with others consist of poop schedules and feeding times and doctor's appointments

10.) You've never been so happy to be so tired in. your. life.