Celebrating Jackson

Jackson turned 9 yesterday.  We have had a weekend full of celebrations over this boy.  He asked me tonight if I would lay with him.  I thought to myself, "Better take him up on it, you don't know how many more years you will be asked to lay with him until he falls asleep." As he lay there, we reminisced about his weekend of birthday joy...

TWO new pair of shoes (one high top for basketball and one low top for coolness) - his ULTIMATE gifts!  See the rejoicing below:

A slumber party with 7 crazy 9 year old boys - what WERE we thinking?  Actually they were pretty sweet and fun to have around.  Never mind the fact that we heard voices down in the basement where the boys "supposedly" slept at 2 AM and 6:30 AM.  Not much of a window for sleep there.  Oh, and I think little brother Brooks had the best time of anyone.  See below:

Lots of family members came into town at various times during the week to celebrate Jackson.  He is loved!

Then, of course, there was just some good ole' family lovin' goin' on...

As I prayed over him tonight, I thanked the Lord for this young man who ...

has a HUGE heart for Haiti and Kervens

lights up a room with his smile

can't STAND for me to be upset with him

has such an easy manner about him when it comes to apologizing

makes life so fun for his sister and brother

has a tender heart towards Jesus already

is a dang good athlete (if I do say so myself)

wears the funkiest combinations of clothing we have ever seen

loves people and shoes

can make us laugh so hard that we can't stand up

really enjoys being with us as a family still

looks for ways to be a helpful young man




I told him tonight, "I could not have asked for a better first born son.  I am so proud of you Jackson."

To that he replied, "You mean proud of me in my soccer game today?"

I said, "No, proud of you just for being Jackson. I am proud to be your mom."  He simply smiled his sweet smile and fell asleep in 22 seconds FLAT.  (The sub four hours of sleep maybe catching up with him?)

So, to end this blog, I am posting some pictures of our Jackson this year.  Oh, the many faces of Jackson.
We love you so much!

Saying goodbye

The last night is always tough. Natalie (my friend who is adopting Gabby) and I are having to prepare to leave our babies. I try to get in every last morsel of kissing and holding and cuddling with Kervens. Because I know I have to put him back in his toddler room full time. He has not spent much time in there over the past four days, and I know it is always a tough adjustment to go back into orphan life.

And to be honest, the toddler rooms are the hardest for anyone to handle. It is just a survival of the fittest kind of setting. Lots of biting, kicking, hitting, grabbing, pushing (my son being the culprit a lot of times).

This stinks to leave him behind. That is an understatement.

Our Embassy appointment was quite eventful. Nonetheless, we accomplished our task of squeezing that in on this trip. And we are very grateful for Pierre and Angie's willingness to make that happen.

To start things off, we realized (as we were pulling out into the street to head to the embassy) that we forgot to get a passport size photo of Kervens. With all the craziness of the week, that simply got overlooked by all of us. So, Jackson, our driver who speaks no English, pulls back into the orphanage so we can figure out what to do.

Jackson starts calling Pierre and Frankeys but cannot get ahold of anyone. Most likely everyone was catching up on sleep due to the ever so eventful all night prayer vigil. (Which, by the way, we think it stopped around 4-5 in the morning.) So, finally we get Pierre on the phone, and he tells Jackson to take us to some place to get Kervens' photo taken. So, all of the sudden, Kervens is now going with us! This part was really fun! Totally unexpected to be able to take him with us. The nannies went in a flurry to get him all gussied up and ready to go.

So, it is 6:30 on the morning, mind you. We are traveling through downtown Port-au-Prince, and Jackson stops the car. He gets out, takes Kervens from me, and walks off. We are left in the car, with nothing to do but wait...and people-watch all the street vendors around us.

After 15 minutes, Jackson comes back and hands Kervens to me, along with 6 passport photos. Go Jackson!

Then, we head to the Embassy. We are told to wait in a line outside along with 30 other Haitians. I am telling you, it is really weird to be the only white person you see...anywhere. I now understand a bit more of how minorities can feel in the U.S. It is...well, a weird feeling.

After about a 45 minute wait in the hot sun, we get called in. Kervens was amazing during this whole thing. I think he was so mesmerized by all the cars and trucks passing by that he just sat still in my arms.

As we go in, we went through a couple of security check points, then we met with an officer that asked us some questions. We signed a paper and walked out. It was really simple.

However, the birthparents have to come in to the embassy on November 10th for the last of the birthparent interviews. This will be the last time Kervens' birthfather will be needed throughout the adoption process. So, we will definitely need to pray through that one!

Saying goodbye will be hard. But this is the pain we have to endure for now. Kervens is worth it.

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Another night in Haiti

If you guys could only see and hear what I am witnessing right now. Because we stay on site here at the orphanage, we have the privilege of listening in on their all night prayer vigil. Which, in the United States would be a quiet affair. Not the case here. I am typing this at 10:35 PM because there is no possible way that we could sleep.

What I hear is severe praying, constant singing, loud pleading, screaming and shaking. And apparently they are speaking in tongues (of course, I would not know the difference since I cannot understand a word of any of it.) They are on their knees pleading with our God. It is really powerful. Very convicting actually. Why, oh why, don't we worship a bit more freely?

As for the events of the day, Eddy and I went to the Haitian courthouse in Croix de Bouquet. We literally walked in, signed our name on a piece of paper, and walked out. There just seems to be so many unnecessary steps to adopting a Haitian child. We are praying for the process to speed up. No unnecessary steps. Get these kids home!

But my day with Kervens was pretty much close to perfect. He was much calmer today. I am learning that certain things get him riled...like people. So, we spent about 4 hours in the tent and he took a great nap, then just chilled with me on the mat. He played with his toys, but mostly he played with the tag inside his shirt. He loves to soothe himself while rubbing the tag inside his shirt. It is really cute.

He is an absolute parrot - repeating everything I say. Everything. I got him saying I love you tonight. I would say to him, "I love you", while I pointed to him. He would repeat and say, "No, I love you", while pointing to me. It was a fun little game.

This is the first trip that I have had communication with him. He did not talk much during the other trips. But he is full of words now. And I am understanding a lot of what he is saying...in creole. Then I teach him the English words and he repeats those.

Oh, this journey. How in the world did we get here? I can't wrap my head around it. But here we are. Loving this boy on this seemingly God-forsaken island. But we know our God has not forsaken this land or these people. We love these people surrounding our boy. They are good. They are loving. They teach me a ton about worship and dependence on God.

And the singing continues...













By the way, this is Kendra (the white girl above). I have grown in my admiration for her this trip. I mean, I knew she was pretty special. But oh my goodness, this lady loves and serves and gives NON STOP! She has the sweetest spirit about her. And she is FUNNY! She cracks me up all the time. When I grow up, I wanna be just like her! =)

Tonight we laughed so hard we could not breathe! You see, during the prayer vigil, we decided to walk together to the potty. And to get to the potty, we had to walk through the group of people praying and singing. Well, right before entering the potty, a lady started screaming and shaking and convulsing due to being in extreme worship mode. And she was right next to us! Kendra's face is what I will NEVER forget. We both freaked out and jumped a mile high. Then we got behind a wall and started laughing uncontrollably. Fun memories.

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The Kervinator

OH MY WORD! What a day so far. And it is only 1:15 PM. Time just creeps along here in Haiti. Those of you that have been here understand what I mean. You can think it is lunch time and it is only 9:00 in the morning.

We have good news to share! Kervens' birth mom came in for the social history interview this morning. I got to spend most of the morning with her and Kervens, and it was really fun. A LOT less dramatic and emotional than our first meeting. She is practically a child herself. So timid and shy. So beautiful. I got to ask her all of the questions that have been swirling around in my head.

Because she came in and did the interview, we get to proceed with our Haitian court appointment tomorrow and our U.S. Embassy appointment on Thursday! This is really great news!!!

Ok, so let me just tell you about the Kervinator! He is an absolute WILD MAN!!! Like, seriously, I am in awe of his energy. He has more joy comin' out of his body than any person I have ever seen. He has absolutely come ALIVE this trip. He takes, snatches, runs, laughs, squeals, steals, throws, jumps, climbs, snickers, and laughs some more. All day. I mean, ALL DAY! The boy does not stop. And yet, somewhere in the midst of all of this mischief and joy, there is a really tender heart. Whenever I get on to him, he immediately tries to turn it into a game. And if he can't win me over with his charm and laughter, then he just lays his head on my shoulder and concedes.

I keep saying, "Whoa! This is going to be crazy when he enters the Hilger home. I mean CRAZY!" Like, maybe if I could whisper this I would say, "I am a teensy bit scared."

But I know he was chosen for us. By us. He is ours and there is no going back. I wouldn't want to go back. But let me tell you that there is going to be an entirely new level of sanctification through parenting I am sure. I just THOUGHT parenting was hard. HA! In my mind I keep saying, "You ain't seen nothing yet." I know I will have to rely on the Lord at a deeper level to parent this child. I also know that Kervens Jacques Hilger has more joy oozing out of his pores than any child around. And our Lord can use that kind of joy and energy for His Kingdom. Lookout Mountain, GET READY for the Kervinator!

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We made it!

We made it to Haiti, with only a small delay in Miami. We were bringing thousands of dollars worth of medical supplies this time, so we have been praying that the supplies would make it through customs.

Well, somehow the customs director sniffed out that we had some "goods" in our bags and forced us to open them all up. Thankfully, Sara Risley, now deemed the MVP of our team, speaks fluent French. She bantered with the customs director for a few minutes, and the next thing we know, we are on our way out with all of our supplies - and only $200 poorer.

We saw that as a huge victory since he could have kept them forever, or he could have charged us WAY more than $200.

We were so grateful to the Lord for getting our stuff through.

This place is so foreign to most of us. I mean, you can't just decide to charge someone a ton of money to let their bags pass. Can you? HECK YES you can if you live in Haiti!

As for the fun part of this trip. Our little Kervens is growing up! He has gotten so big! He is so much more mobile and steady, and his motor skills have improved tremendously. He can unzip, unwrap, undo, uncover, and unleash just about anything he gets his hands on. All the team members are learning quickly that you have to put your things away in the tent, or else the "Kervinator" will get into them.

Oh, and he is all about Robbie's fanny pack. I mean, ALL ABOUT IT! Who knew that I should have brought a FANNY PACK that he could carry around like a purse for his number 1 toy? He loves it. Note to self...next time, fanny pack.

But of course he does love the other toys I brought him. He just tries to shove everything into Robbie's fanny pack to take it with him. He likes to keep all of his belongings together. I mean, who wouldn't? If you live with 82 other "siblings" that like to take your things, you probably learn pretty quickly to stash and hoard. =)

It is so good to be here. Eddy said that - out of the blue - as we were getting our stuff settled in the tent. And it is, it is so good to be here.

Thank you to my wonderful parents who make it possible for us to be here by loving on our children at home!

We saw Pierre briefly tonight, but we did not get to talk to him about the birthfather situation concerning Kervens. I am sure we will get the "skinny" on that tomorrow. Everyone is sleeping in the tent, so I am going to bed, too.

I will post some pics tomorrow.

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So We Pray and Pray...

Blogging is one of those funny things... the longer you stay away from it, the easier it gets to stay away from it.  I really can't believe it has been 2 months since I posted anything.  And when I started this whole blog journey, I decided then and there that I would NEVER feel a pressure to blog.  The entire reason we started this blog was to chronicle our journey to little Kervens.  I want him to have this snippet of our lives, and his life (unfortunately lived out in two different countries for the time being), tucked away someday.  I want him to know how excited we were about him, even before we got to hold him every day and every night.

So, here is the most recent news on his adoption.  It's never straightforward, is it?  Basically, the birthmother and birthfather still need to come in for the final social history interview.  We were told that was going to happen two weeks ago on a Saturday.  So, we prayed and prayed.

Birthmother showed up, waited for social worker, left.

Birthfather never showed.

Two days later, scheduled meeting again.  So we prayed and prayed.

Social worker never showed up.

Three days later, scheduled meeting again.  So we prayed and prayed.

Social worker never showed up.

Two days later, interviewed a new social worker to hire.  So we pray and pray....

And here we are.  Just three days from heading down to Maison.   This much we do know.

We will have our Embassy appointment.  We might have our court appointment.  And we will get to hold and tickle and rock and chase and feed and kiss and surprise and dance with and snuggle with our son in Haiti for five days.

Can't wait!