Trifle

He put the gun deep in my ear and said,

"Here we go.  It's going to be loud."

Then I cringed my face and he blasted my ear.

The goal:  remove the blockade of ear wax so he could then properly view my ear canals.

That was this morning.  And he was successful.

And we all laughed at the grossness of it.

He was about done when he said,

"Oh, there's just a trifle more."

I was surprised at his use of the word trifle,

but also glad that he used such a lovely word in the midst of an unlovely situation.


We were at the doctor for the third time in five days because I've been strangely dizzy and extremely fatigued and they wanted my blood, then wanted some more, and are going to want more in ten days.

You be the doctor...  How did he diagnose me?  Severe anemia.  As in two numbers away from a blood transfusion.

He said, "No exercise, housework, or physical exertion.  You're going to feel better in about six months.  And let's double that iron supplement."

Being dizzy is pretty unpleasant, but I'm thankful for it because it definitely limits the amount of time I can be upright.  And for a while still, I need to be the opposite of upright, which is nearly impossible for a mother, yes?


So that's enough about me, let's talk about... Nolan and Levi.  The brothers from Eastern Europe.  You remember.  As you read that blog post last week you were skeptical that these boys really existed and were tempted to look them up at SNOPES.  Well, ahem...

They are indeed real boys and in real situation with a real adoption agency.  I just can't give their details in this public space, but I could email you about them.  Anyway, we called the real adoption agency just thirty minutes ago to talk to them about our family and these two brothers and adoption.  You know.

Guess.  It is so wonderful.  The adoption agency has sent the paperwork of a family (not ours) to Nolan and Levi's country and within two weeks they could be matched with this family!!  Isn't that such a relief?  Well not yet.  Not completely.  The nice adoption lady said I could call back in two weeks and she'll tell me if the family was accepted and matched with them.

I feel terrible, physically.  But so wonderful, emotionally.

I am praying for these boys and their country's authorities who make the adoption decisions and for the family waiting, waiting to hear if... their family is growing by two teenage boys.  Two very cute teenage boys.

Nothing trifle about this.

By the by, how can trifle mean, "Something of little importance or value.  A small amount."

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