“Home,” but not Home.

Playing in the Snow

One of Michigan’s perks: Snow! (and also: central heat!)

Elias and I have moved on to the third (of four) State that we will be visiting during our little jaunt to the U.S. while Nathan remains in Idaho to finish up his training.  My parents moved to Michigan last Spring after spending my entire life up until then in Illinois.  So, here we are in Michigan soaking up time with family while we have it.  Elias has been thanking Jesus every night for time with family, but he also prays that his friends in Nabire will still remember him.

Can I be honest?  This whole three-year-old experiencing culture shock for the first time thing is hard. How do I explain to the nursery worker at the third church we’ve visited in three weeks why he doesn’t want to be there? (“I will throw-up on the ladies, mom.”)  And how do I explain to Elias why we can’t go home yet, especially when he asks so nicely. (“Please may I please go home to Na-Ba-Ray, Mommy?”)  And how do I explain to the restaurant worker, who sweetly touched his cute face, why that little action would cause a complete melt down and panic that she would take him away from me.  (In restaurants in Indonesia, workers will carry him away to show him off to the other workers…he hates this.) Sweet, confused little boy.

And now we’re away from Daddy, for the longest period of time that he has ever been away from Daddy.  But don’t worry, folks.  Elias has a plan…”I will get on a kite and fly to Daddy and he will say, ‘I love you, Son.'”

So, yes, coming “home” is wonderful and has some amazing perks.  But it’s not really home anymore.  And it’s definitely not home to Elias, my little MK.

Which is my thumb, Mom?

Fagerlie Family

We have left Arizona now and traded our light weight jackets in for heavier winter coats as Nathan attends some training at MAF headquarters in Nampa, Idaho.  This is good news, because we weren’t sure if Nathan’s doctors would want us to leave Arizona.  But with new medication in hand, we have hope that we can get this flare-up under control without any surgery.  Time will tell in a few weeks when Nathan has to fly again if they medication is suffiicient enough to get the inflammation down (gut inflammation+elevation change=ouch).

Meanwhile, we are still enjoying our time in the U.S. but missing our friends in Nabire.

Some firsts for Elias:

Throwing a snowball!
Visiting the dentist (he totally rocked it!)
Wearing mittens (“Which is my thumb, mom?”)
Seeing a pink pig (Indonesia’s pigs are not pink)
Discovering that the salt thrown on sidewalks does not taste good

The Haps: Fagerlies Visit America

We’ve been in paradise America for about a week and a half now.  Say what you will about the state of our country…but easy shopping, anonymity, amazing food, wide roads, general cleanliness, lack of people pinching my kiddo’s cute cheeks (all the while still noticing how cute he is), church in English, and, let’s be real, Target, make this place pretty awesome!!

But, I’m sure you don’t want to just read about my adventures staring at the cheese section of Walmart; you want to hear about Nathan’s health.  So, here’s the lowdown:

Nathan visited with his G.I. doctor the day after we arrived who ordered a ct scan and some blood work.  Surprisingly, considering all of his symptoms, the tests came back relatively normal, other than showing two spots of inflammation in his small intestines.  But, he continues to have issues that don’t match with the test results.  So, the doctor has ordered a few more tests that will be completed this week.  Hopefully it sheds some light on what’s going on.  We have one more week here in Phoenix until we head to Idaho for Nathan’s training there.

Can I tell you what a blessing it is to be in America right now?  All of this health stuff is so much easier here.  There is comfort in knowing that we can just drive to the E.R. if we need to; no medevac, no third-world medicine…qualified medical professionals at our fingertips!

P.S.-one of the highlights (can I call it that?) of Elias’ culture shock…watching his expression and listening to his questions as he experienced a drive-through for the first time.  “Grandpa doesn’t even have to get out of the car to get the food???”