Links to Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, & Part Five are at the bottom of this page.
“The agency did not want us to be at the hospital when [Anne-Marie] delivered, but said they would call us as soon as they had the news. Mother’s Day came and went, and our excitement and anticipation grew.”
Patience has never been a strong point of mine. As a person, I am always early or on-time with appointments. So when I went to the OB the day before my “due date”, I was a bit agitated that they were happy to have me go another week. I had wanted to go early, like the end of April. That didn’t happen.
Unfortunately, I would make it all the way to my next OB appointment, Monday, May 18th, 1992. There the OB said that I hadn’t made any progress. He ordered me to the hospital to start the induction process. Since the hospital was quite a bit away from the OB’s office and the hospital would not likely allow me to eat, DiDi suggested we stop for my last meal. She thought I was nuts, but I wanted pizza.
After my pizza break, we checked into the maternity ward. They started me out with PG gel on my cervix. I made a little progress, but not enough to proceed that evening. They scheduled me for an early morning Pitocin induction and sent me home.
It was a restless night. I tossed and turned until the alarm rang. On the way to the hospital, a 20 minute drive, I twisted in my seat and couldn’t get comfortable.
DiDi: “You’re in labor.”
Me: “No, I’m not. I just have a little pain in my lower back.”
DiDi: “You’re having contractions.”
Me: “No. It’s just a little pain.”
The conversation continued like this the whole time…
We arrived at the hospital on time, but it would be at least 2 good hours before they had all the monitors in place, the IV in my arm, the automatic blood measure cuff on, etc. The night before I was barely 3 cm and this morning, I was barely 4 cm. Finally, I was ready for the “Vitamin P” (pitocin) drip.
The monitors showed contractions which I never felt at all. They were as inconsistent as they could possibly be; 4 minutes apart, then 2, then 7, then 5, then 4, then 6…and on and on. Against my better judgment I succumbed to DiDi’s pressure to get pain relief. All I felt was a dull ache in my back, but she assured me it would get worse (did I mention DiDi had never given birth at this point?).
Loaded on Stadol and Vitamin P and still at 4 cm, the clock began ticking at 10am. They told me I would probably have a baby by 5 or 6 pm. I told DiDi to call the adoptive parents so they could be there for the birth, but she said she would call them after I had the baby. I was disappointed, but I was temporarily distracted. Eyes heavy, I struggled to keep an eye on the clock and watch the contractions on the monitor.
At 10:20, I told DiDi, “I have to push.”
DiDi: “You don’t have to push. You’re only 4 cm. You’re contractions are all over the place.”
Me: “I have to push.”
DiDi: “Wait a few more contractions.”
Me: “I have been waiting, but I keep falling asleep.”
Very reluctantly, DiDi got the nurse from the hallway. The nurse checked me and I was at 9.5 cm. She said I could start pushing.
With a mixture of relief and apprehension, I began pushing. I was not happy to be doped up and more on my back than I wanted to be (I had watched a years worth of birth films in a child development class in high school & I did not want to give birth on my back.)
About 30 minutes after I began pushing, the OB arrived with a student doctor in tow. He asked if I minded the student assisting. Hello? You could all be naked and have 50 students in the room and I wouldn’t protest. I happily agreed that he could stay. Honestly, I’m surprised I didn’t ask him for his phone number.
Thirty more minutes passed and I heard the OB asked for his scalpel. I protested…loudly. He yelled back, “Do you want to tear?” and I screamed “Yes!” DiDi said calmly, “No, no, you don’t want to tear.” With malice and contempt, I conceded. (I came away calling it an “appease-i-otomy” because it appeased the OB.)
With that torture out of the way, I was still making little progress. An anterior lip had, after an hour of pushing against it, swelled, preventing the baby from getting anywhere. So, the OB got out his next torture device, the salad spoons. He pulled for an hour. And at 12:20pm, she finally made her appearance.
Without hesitation, I yelled to DiDi, “Call [the adoptive parents]!”
Story Links:
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part One
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Two
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Three
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Four
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Five
Part 7 coming soon!
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Six April 30, 2009
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Five April 29, 2009
Links to Part One, Part Two, Part Three, & Part Four are at the bottom of this page.
“…it is hard to convey in words all the love, happiness, and security we have to offer your baby!”
“We are interested in having an open adoption….willing to let you determine the degree of openness… At all times, you will have our love, support, and respect…”
“[Adoptive father-in-waiting] is hard-working, even-tempered, gentle and caring….puts family first…values honesty and the “Golden Rule”… [Adoptive mother-in-waiting] is a nurturing, “people-oriented” person…has many interests…will be full-time mom after we adopt.”
“We are Christians who value our faith, and believe in the power and importance of daily prayer and positive thinking…want to raise our children to be both humane and strong…who lives their own lives with strength and dignity. Good communication skills are one of the keys to good parenting…children should be listened to…allowed to express all of their feelings, even when their behavior is being restricted. Our adopted child will receive unconditional love…”
“…our hope is that you will be the special birthmother who will lead us to a child to love and cherish!”
At the time of my pregnancy, I didn’t know enough to trust that God, as the adoption was His will, had a plan for the whole thing. Rather than pray about choosing the adoptive family, I did the typical human thing…tried to use my own wisdom to “decide”. Thankfully, I had better expectations and desires for my child than I had a history of making good life decisions for myself. And I had the one true Father God working in and through this adoption, and around my stupidity and stubbornness.
DiDi was right. I wanted to choose this family.
In mid-April, about a month from my May due date, the family was contacted. A meeting was arranged and DiDi took me to meet the woman who would be my daughter’s mother. In a summary of the adoption experience, she writes, “I had one meeting with [Anne-Marie] and her social worker before [the baby] was born. I thought she was adorable. I found her to be thoughtful and intelligent. She seemed mature for her age (19) and had a wonderful sense of humor. And she was pretty too!”
At that meeting, I knew I had been given a wonderful blessing. Not only would my unborn child have the family she deserved, but there was no pretense with the adoptive-mother-to-be. She was as genuine as a person could be and she treated me just as their profile had stated with “love, support, and respect”. Through the eyes of an outsider, we would have seemed not only comfortable with each other, but as if we’d known each other forever. God’s peace continued to surround me.
Over the next few weeks, I focused on the adoptive family. Some might find it strange for me to say that I was excited for them. Through the letters that accompanied their profile and talking with the adoptive mother in person, I had come to know their longing for a child, the many times they ‘almost’ had a child, the counseling they had undergone for an open adoption, etc. I felt blessed to be the one God used in ending their 4+ year wait for a child.
To help facilitate an immediate bonding between the adoptive parents and the baby, I had already agreed to fore go the usual foster care and place the baby directly with the adoptive parents during the 3 day waiting period (the time allotted in my state for birthmothers to change their minds about adoption). After going to the hospital and enduring the strange registration process (They simply did not know how to treat me as a birthmother, it would have been better if we had not told them.), I decided to see if I could help with paperwork at the hospital. Via DiDi, I asked the adoptive mother if she had a name picked out yet.
DiDi called me the following day with a list of of 3 names the adoptive mother had narrowed it down to. I told her which one I liked best and she relayed the message to the adoptive mother. (We had asked at the meeting if we could exchange phone numbers, but the agency did not think it was a good idea, so all our communication went through DiDi until after the birth.) In the end, the name that I had liked best was the same name that the adoptive mother was leaning towards. With that, the name was decided.
And we entered the final waiting period…
Story Links:
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part One
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Two
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Three
Part 6 coming soon!
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Four April 26, 2009
Links to Part One, Part Two, & Part Three are at the bottom of this page.
Having been given the first three family profiles to review, DiDi suggested that I might want to think about telling my parents about the adoption. She said that she would be there with me to help me tell them if I needed her to be. As it happened, my mom was home that day, so with DiDi’s help I told her about my plans for placing my baby for adoption.
Honestly, it wasn’t all that dramatic. But the burden of my secret was lifted. It felt good not to be keeping it to myself anymore. Again, no big discussions with my parents about the matter.
Now, it was time to choose a family for my baby. This was a task I did not take on carelessly. I considered it to be the most important decision I would ever make for my child.
Regardless of how far I had fallen away from my Christian roots (God had spoken to me, but I was still crawling out of my self-made pit), as the one choosing my child’s adoptive family, I had specific desires for the upbringing of my child. I wanted my child to be in a professing Christian home. That was first and foremost. The first three profiles I had been given presented a real challenge to that desire.
It wasn’t just that the religious backgrounds of the families were different than my own. There seemed to be several areas of concern about which I would need to reconcile before I could choose the family. From income to personal values to child-rearing perspectives to how they viewed the birthmother; there was a lot for me to sift through, process, put into long-term, life-affecting perspective, and to finally surrender to a decision.
After much contemplation, I chose a family. I called DiDi and she called the family. It hadn’t come easy. But with the decision having been made, I was at peace with it.
A few days later, DiDi arrived with some bad news. All my hours of contemplation and resignation had been for naught. The family I had chosen, had already adopted a child through another agency. (I was told that those who can afford to do so, will sign with more than one agency to raise their chances of adopting sooner.) With that news, I was back to square one.
DiDi knew I had exhausted the first 3 profiles, so she brought me 3 new profiles to review. The first two profiles did not give me a lot of hope. For starters, they were pushing the line of unacceptable on the religious-side. I didn’t need this decision to be any more difficult than it already was, but difficult it was.
Then there was profile #6. When I flipped to the last profile in this new batch, I was a bit perplexed. It was the first profile DiDi had shown me some two and a half months prior. I asked DiDi why they were in here when another girl had chosen them in February. She told me, the other girl had given birth to a boy and this family specifically wanted a girl. As I would come to find out they had waited 4 years for a baby and were willing to hold out for a girl. (The mother had already raised a son.)
I’m fairly certain that DiDi thought my decision would be over the minute I saw their profile. Surprise of all surprises was that I wasn’t so quick to make that decision. It had been an emotionally trying time sorting through family profiles and wrestling with the decision of choosing a family for my child. In fact, within a few days, I had asked for another batch of family profiles.
I now had 8 family profiles before me and only one that fit my desires for my child.
Still, I wrestled. I sorted. I sifted. I underlined. I red-inked. I wrote notes. I asked questions (like “Could I live with this?”). I read the profiles until I had them memorized; faces and details.
DiDi said to me one day on the way to my OB appointment, “You know you want to choose them.”
Story Links:
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part One
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Two
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Three
Part 5 coming soon!
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Three April 21, 2009
Sorry for the long delay between Part Two & Part Three.
Links to Part One & Part Two are at the bottom of this page.
So, I was 18, pregnant, unmarried, and had battled with Planned Parenthood about my “choice” to parent my child.
Then I heard God speak to me about finding an adoption agency. He patiently waited with me until I made that call and filled me with unfathomable peace.
Next, I was learning all about the adoption process, the legalities, and my responsibilities:
- I would choose the parents for my child from profiles of families registered with the agency.
- The law allowed me 72 hours in which to change my mind about adoption after giving birth. The standard practice, since hospitals were kicking new moms out within 24 hrs of giving birth, was for the agency to place the baby into a foster home until the 72 hrs had expired.
- The biological father of the child also had to agree to the adoption and sign away his rights to the child.
- All of my expenses would be paid for either by the adoption agency and/or through any government aid I might qualify for.
- While I was under no obligation to follow through with the adoption (i.e. I could change my mind), I was liable for any expenses incurred on my behalf by the agency should I change my mind.
- And that the agency required the adopting families to provided quarterly photos for the first year, to be kept in the file at the agency for the birthparents to view at any time.
That was pretty much the long and short of it. And since I had no intention of changing my mind, I signed without hesitation. This was God’s idea, not mine, so I was determined to be obedient. Since I was filled with His peace, I had no doubts.
The next time I saw the counselor, she introduced me to another counselor (I’ll call her DiDi). DiDi would take me to all of my OB appointments and would be with me when I gave birth. She was also my advocate whenever I needed her, such as in dealing with the biological father and later with the hospital where I would give birth. DiDi and I became close, as close as an adoption counselor and a birthmother-in-waiting can be. Looking back, I can see how God’s peace in me made me stand out to DiDi and others at the adoption agency. Not to brag and not through my own doing, I was not their typical birthmother.
In late January 1992, after my OB appointment, DiDi gave me a Family Profile to look at so that I could see what they were like. With 4 months to go, it was still too soon for the agency to allow me to choose a family for my child. But DiDi got permission to show me a profile from a couple she thought wouldn’t mind because they were seeking an open adoption, something the agency had never overseen before.
It was a lot to take in; from ages to income to education to marital history to religion, etc. It was several pages long and included a few pictures. Some of it the family had written themselves and some had been written by interviewer from the adoption agency.
DiDi asked me at one point what I thought about the family and what I thought about open adoption. Honestly, I had never considered open adoption. I was preparing to give my child away, never to be seen by me again. That was really all I knew in my very limited knowledge of adoption anyway. So, the concept of open adoption was too odd for me to even process at that time. I did like the family and they were willing to leave the openness up to the birthmother. DiDi told me their profile would be included in my first batch of profiles.
Two months later, DiDi handed me 3 family profiles. She told me to take my time and look them over. If I wanted, I could request more profiles until I found a family. But I had already decided. I had had two months to think about the first profile she had shown me. I flipped through the profiles to find the family I had chosen, but their profile wasn’t in there. I asked DiDi where their profile was and she told me the bad news; another girl who gave birth in February had chosen them for her son.
It wasn’t that I was heartbroken, but I was disappointed. After having thought hard about that family for two months, I now had to look for another family for my baby. As if giving up one’s child for adoption isn’t hard enough, choosing the “perfect” family for one’s child is beyond words. And I had my work cut out for me…beginning with these 3 family profiles…
BTW, I still hadn’t told my parents that I was placing my baby for adoption.
Story Links:
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part One
Unplanned Pregnancy – Part Two
Part 4 coming soon!
The Urge to Purge April 18, 2009
Donation pile for 4.21.09
Upon reading this blog post The Great eBay Purge Begins, I decided to blog about the pile currently sitting in my living room awaiting the Amvets truck that is coming by Tuesday morning.
I purge our house about 3-4 times each year. Between growing children, overly generous grandparents, and our own personal collecting habits (books, homeschool supplies, more books, curriculum, etc), each room oozes shtuff. It’s a constant cycle of wanting to simplify and adding more shtuff to the existing shtuff. My neighbor wants to have a garage sale in May, but we aren’t garage sale people (I’d rather attend on than host one) and we can use the tax deductions from the donations, no matter how minuscule it may end up being. For us, donating just works better.
So here’s what waiting to go…First, there is the big blue box sitting on the floor that is full of boxes containing books, kitchen items, and all sorts of stuff that I could not put into garbage bags due to weight. I contained them for the time being in the box (keeps children from sorting through it all).
Then there’s the smaller blue Rubbermaid tub. It contains 3 garbage bags of toys. The bags are not full, but two are play sets and the other is misc toys. Again, contained to keep children from reclaiming. (BTW, that blue tub is always in service in the mudroom to collect items for donating.)
Next, there are two full garbage bags and 1 small cardboard box. One bag is mostly full with clothes.
Surprisingly, I learned something about prayer through all of this. Actually, I learned about something that keeps me from prayer. A few days ago, the children and I were studying about prayer. We pondered the things that might get in the way of our prayer life.
I didn’t have any great revelations that day. But the next day, I got phone call from Amvets asking if I had anything to donate. What timing! I did indeed have things to donate and with my in-laws coming to visit next week. I had been dreading packing up my beloved evil SUV with my donations to drive to the Goodwill. At one point, I found myself “wishing” that Amvets would call since they send a truck around to collect donations. A voice inside told me to ask God, but that other voice said, “Oh, how silly. You’re gonna pray for God to send Amvets right when you need them and then when that doesn’t happen you’ll have to deal with disappointment.”
Well, God heard my internal conflict and He answered it loudly. There are no silly prayers. And I had let fear and doubt dictate what I would and wouldn’t pray about. I thanked God as soon as I recognized what had happened. And I shared the whole experience with my children the next morning.
Not only had God answered the prayer I wouldn’t pray for fear of disappointment, but He is sending Amvets by the day before my in-laws arrive. God’s timing is perfect! And through the simplest thing, I encountered Him and learned a priceless lesson of trusting Him in ALL things.
What’s on your desk? April 13, 2009
At http://artofeloquence.com/blog/ JoJo’s Monday Question of the Week: What’s on your desk that shouldn’t be there and what does this say about your life?
Well, as I Tweeted to JoJo, I cleaned off my desk the other day. I needed to turn on my Mac, which has been sitting dormant for 4 months (I did turn it on in Feb, but just to check my email that comes to that machine). But this time, I actually intended to use the Mac to edit pictures my boys took at the Jax Zoo on Good Friday.
So where did all this stuff from my desk go? To the floor around my desk, joining the boxes and piles of other stuff that was already there. For a few weeks now, I’ve been in the midst of “organizing” my homeschool bookshelf next to my desk. It’s a real chore!
Answering the 1st part of the question: What’s here that shouldn’t be here?
As I survey the chaos, trying to pinpoint something that shouldn’t be here, the obvious answer is none of it. It should all have a home or be tossed. That is the ultimate goal, but it seems to be taking me a long time to achieve.
But what is that one thing that is really out of place? Is it the 2008 calendar that I am saving for the beautiful pictures with scriptures? Is it the stack of coloring books and “artwork” from my creative children? Is it the little bottle of bubbles hiding from children who would use them in the house? Is it the birthday card from March? Or the photo from my daughter that I should have put in an album by now? Is it the stack of unlabeled CD’s of who-knows-what design project(s)? Is it the campaign materials from the local sheriff’s campaign that I managed for 18 months? Is it the laptop bag I haven’t used in a year?
Answering the 2nd part of the question: What does this say about my life?
I am a busy homeschool mom to 4 children, currently aged 10, 9, 6, & 5. Organization is not a strong point of mine. I’m okay with a little mess & chaos. I tend to collect things. And I am not a great, shining example of keeping my “room” clean. I do make visible and tangible efforts. And now that I have had time to ponder the situation here, the elephant in the room (almost too literally), I am feeling a need to make a better effort to put it all in order. I’m feeling a bit motivated to improve the space and remove the mess.
Just don’t ask me about my bedroom closet right now…
So, now it’s your turn: What’s on your desk that shouldn’t be there and what does this say about your life? Leave a comment with your answer.
Seven Pillars of Success April 3, 2009
The following pearls of wisdom are brought to you by an ornery nature, years of training in the art of sarcasm and a rather sleepless night.
#7 – Commit to Failure
Although commitment is generally indicative of hard work, in this case it is quite easy. Simply chant, “Yes, we can!” repeatedly and you will be well on your way.
Caution: This can lead to physical overexertion, disorientation, instability, and death. In the event that you experience one of these minor ailments, temporarily discontinue your chanting, and proceed to the nearest gluttony establishment.
#6 – Ignore the Facts
Did you know?
- President Lincoln was a Republican.
- Slavery was just as prevalent in the North as it was in the South.
- Illegally entering the United States is a Federal crime.
- Abstinence prevents pregnancy in 100% of cases.
- The lottery is a voluntary self-imposed tax.
- The second first American black president is 50% Caucasian.
- Hippies really do smell.
- Criminals are deterred by a legal gun-owning population.
- There are only 50 United States.
- Separation of Church and State is not found in the US Constitution or any founding document.
Don’t let the facts get in your way. They will only slow you down.
#5 Don’t Ask Questions
- Why do wealthy Congressmen demonize wealthy businessmen?
- What is a Golden Parachute?
- Why is it bad for Republicans to talk about God, prayer and religion, but pious for Democrats to do so?
- How “green” is Al Gore’s jet fuel?
- Can global temperature really be accurately measured?
- If I fill a glass with ice and let it melt, why doesn’t it spill over the sides of the glass?
- Why is it evil of the US military to help the oppressed people of other nations, but perfectly okay for Janet Reno to have a 6 yr old kidnapped at gunpoint and returned to Cuba?
- Why do people with a marketable skill set tend to make good money?
- What makes a celebrity with a high school diploma qualified in matters of government?
- Why does the stock market dive every time Obama talks about stimulating the economy?
- What is capitalism?
- Why, historically, have lower taxes resulted in higher government revenues and higher taxes have not?
- Why do so many people living under socialism risk their lives to come to the United States?
Pondering such issues will only give you a headache. Don’t worry about any of that. The government is taking care of everything for you.
#4 – Be an Underachiever
If you are one of the many unfortunate individuals that despite your best efforts, you still do not qualify according to government standards to sit on your butt and collect a welfare check from the taxes collected from all of the hard working people, please follow these steps:
- Apply for a government job for which you are not qualified.
- If hired, enjoy your labor free income.
- If denied, sue! You are being oppressed. It’s so unfair not hire someone
just ‘cuz they ain’t got no qualifications or edjucashun.
If you have obtained employment outside the government and must show some level of effort:
- Observe the minimum effort of co-workers and work just beneath
that level. - Cop an attitude. This will empower you against bosses and co-workers
who will leave you alone and never ask you to perform duties above your
demonstrated level. - Make tardiness a goal. Never show up on time. Do it once and you will be expected to do it all the time.
#3 – Political Savvy
Your biggest weapon in the war on conservatism is your mouth. It doesn’t really matter what you say, just that you yell it, scream it, and swear loudly. Name-calling is highly effective and demonstrates your ability to think on your feet.
#2 -The Art of Being Offended
It is a truly an art, but you can learn it quickly. And you will throw your opponents for a loop every time you do it. Be offended! No matter what they say, you can be offended. All you need to do is disagree with the other person and you have a solid case for being offended. Your enemies will cower at your mastery.
#1 – Vote Often
You know your candidate is the best candidate, but you worry that others are just too dumb to see it your way or they are rich and just want to elect more rich people to keep you from getting their money. And voter fraud is such an ugly term with negative connotations. So, don’t look at it that way. View it as performing a community service. After all, there are plenty of people not voting, you might as well vote for them, the way they would vote if they would get their lazy butts to the polls.
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Bathroom Mini ReMod – The Finale April 1, 2009
Lighted Mirror Completed bathroom mini remod project
I’m back with the finale to our Bathroom Mini ReMod project. It’s nearly been 1 month since I posted my last update on this project. The hold up? The lighted mirror. It took us that long to muster up the enthusiasm of installing it. Actually, we were dreading it. Everything is fun until you realize you have never done this before and you might really biff the job.
In the end, it wasn’t really that hard to do. First, we found the studs with the handy dandy stud finder….rrrright. I’ve yet to find a stud yet. (Imagine what kind of spam and pingbacks I’m going to get after this post.) We marked the wall where the studs were supposed to be. I held the mirror up against the wall and dh measured the space from the backsplash to the bottom of the cabinet. Then he cut two 7″ sections of 2×4. We placed the 2×4’s in line with the marked studs and set the cabinet on those while I held it against the wall. Three (3) out of four (4) holes drilled found the stud. That 4th one though…he drilled 5 holes before he found the stud. He kept apologizing for drilling through my new cabinet so many times. What? I’m supposed to complain about a few extra little holes? OR I’m supposed to watch the cabinet fall off the wall and shatter on my granite counter?
Finally we attached the mirrored-doors. And voila….
Oh, I forget to mention that I had to make two trips to Home Depot and one trip to Lowe’s to complete the project. We have found that to be the norm. So, I don’t recommend any middle-of-the-night home improvement projects. Don’t laugh. I was painting my sitting room when the handle on the roller broke (it was on an extension). I had 20 minutes to get to Home Depot before they closed for the night to buy a new one so I could finish painting the wall. Anyhooty…
Well, here it is…the (mostly) complete Bathroom Mini ReMod (I have some baseboards to paint and a section of wall to touchup).
Project Costs:
Tile, grout, mortar, & tools = $150
36″ Vanity cabinet w/toe kick drawer = $240
37″ Granite countertop w/ sink & sidesplash = $220
Faucet = $145
36″ x 36″ Lighted Mirror Cabinet = $180
Plumbing stuff = $25
Baseboards = $11
Caulk, silicon adhesive/sealer, & piece of wood to fill gap between cabinet & wall = $13
Paint = $8 (this is touch-up and baseboard paint…I painted the bathroom 1-2 yrs ago).
Mounting hardware for cabinet = $4
Lightbulbs = $25
Approx. Project Cost: $1021
We began the planning and budgeting this project last year estimating that it would run about $1000. The mini remod was needed as the other stuff was original from 1986 and falling apart. It is a welcomed change to that bathroom. The children are thrilled with their new tile floor, vanity, sink, faucet, & cabinet.
And now we’re looking forward to doing a mini remod on the master bath…time (and finances) will tell how soon we jump on that endeavor. The good news is that we still have tile, mortar, grout, caulk, silicon, etc.
Project Links:
Part One
Part Two
3.3.09 Project Update
