This weekend marks the fourth anniversary of the day we were matched to our first child through adoption, Elora, who we never got the chance to parent - she died when she was three months old from an easily preventable and treatable illness. Today I am making a donation to an organization that saves the lives of children like her. If you wish to join me, please follow the attached link. Please note: this particular charitable campaign through Doctors Without Borders ends tomorrow morning.
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September 11th marked the one year anniversary of the day that we received the referral for our little Elora Eita Nuri. There was a flurry of activity at that time � many families received their referrals after many months of waiting. Jeremiah and I received our referral much earlier than we expected, and were also shocked to learn that we had a girl. It was a happy, happy time and incredibly exciting. Remembering that feeling right now is bittersweet. In some ways, I don�t even feel like the same person.
I have a very difficult time with the phrase �everything happens for a reason�. In fact, it makes me angry. I cannot imagine any reason that would make �ok� so many of the injustices of the world. However, I am able to think about some of the positive things that come out of bad things. They may not make the loss worth it, but it does make it easier to bear somehow. So I would like to share how a child who lived just three months � who I never met, never held, never saw more than a photo and a sheet metal grave marker for � changed me forever, and changed the world around her as well.
- Because of Elora, I have a much better understanding of the conflicting feelings an adopted child may have about their parents and their adoption. When Elora was sick, there were a number of other children sick as well. One family traveled early to be with their daughter, arriving shortly before our Elora passed away. Their daughter made it through and survived. I cannot think of her without thinking of Elora, and how things may have been different if we had gone too. Logically, I know that there is likely nothing we could have done that would have changed the outcome, but that thought still haunts me. I then think about my sweet Helen, and that if Elora had lived she would not be my daughter. She would be someone else�s. That is unimaginable to me. I really have a hard time working through the guilt I feel towards what happened to Elora (illogical as it is) without feeling like I am betraying Helen somehow. While I know it is not exactly the same, I imagine that this is somewhat similar to the feelings many adopted children have about the loss of their first parents - an illogical feeling that they are responsible for what happened, imagining what life would be like if they were still together, and then guilt as though this is some kind of betrayal toward their current parents, who they love dearly and cannot imagine being without. I hope that this experience will help me empathize and recognize these feelings in my children, and tell them that it is ok.
- Elora�s loss kindled my friendship with Julie, who is an amazing person. She is my new friend for life (I hope) with whom I share, as she put it, this �strange and sad sisterhood�. She reached out to me when we lost Elora, and when she lost her Mina we supported each other. I will always be grateful for her friendship.
- Because of Elora, I cannot keep emotional distance from the trials the rest of the world faces. I recently read a book, 28 Stories of AIDS in Africa. In the introduction, the author makes a statement that really struck me as sadly accurate of the attitude in our country towards the problems not only in Ethiopia, but in all of sub Saharan Africa. She says, and I am paraphrasing, that most people dismiss the horrible statistics (like that 43% of pregnant women in Swaziland are HIV+, or that the average life expectancy in many countries is under 40) by saying, �well, that�s Africa�, as though by virtue of being born on that continent people do not expect better, and do not feel as bad when a child dies or they themselves lie on their deathbed at 25. This is not true. And when you begin to think of the numbers as real losses, as millions of babies just like your own, as your child�s extended family members (and by virtue of adoption YOUR extended family) you cannot look at yourself or anyone else the same way again.
- Elora�s Memorial Fund is expected to raise $15000 by the end of the year. While the project it will support is still under development, it is our hope that it will help bring medical care to the women and children of the region Elora was from. I hope that this can not only save lives, but reduce the number of children who are separated from their birthparents and keep families united.
- Elora changed my ideas about what I want out of being a parent. When we started the adoption process the first time, we had to fill out a questionnaire that listed line by line what special needs we would or would not consider. It was a really hard exercise and made us take a very serious look at our expectations. Like many parents, we had daydreamed about our child�s future successes. We thought about this again when Elora was sick and we were not sure if she would make it, or if she did that she may have permanent effects from her illness. We realized that we were more open than we had thought. After we visited Ethiopia, it became even more real to us that many incredible older children or children with medical needs will never get adopted. Elora helped us to begin to think in terms of what we could offer a child, and helped clarify what was really important to us as parents.
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It has been a week now since our little Elora passed away. I still have no idea what exactly to say or feel. At times there are too many different emotions, at others I feel as if I can't feel a thing... I'll feel "fine" one minute and then find myself tearing up the next. I find myself operating on autopilot a lot.
I'm angry, I feel powerless, and I feel physically weak... most of all though I'm sad. I can't believe I'll never get to hold my little Elora.
There will always be a special place in my heart for Elora… Elora will be with me forever in my heart. Given all this, I’m finding the weight of these emotions easier to bear.
Kel and I had a memorial service at our church on Friday and that helped a lot. We're working with our adoption agency to set up a memorial fund to honor Elora. Kel will be posting details about this soon...
We also want to let our friends and family know that we are still planning to adopt from Ethiopia, although we have no definite timeline yet.




