We read that she had severe unrepaired CHD and was almost eight. We were told she was terminal.
My mom opened the video attached to her file and I saw with new eyes just how desperate this girl was.
The video was from two years before that and showed a malnourished little girl with dark purple skin from lack of oxygen. She was tied to a crib.
To this day I cannot watch that video without crying. It is almost unbearable to imagine what my sweet sister went through.
We then found out that she was from the same orphanage as Rosie.
We prayed that God would revel to us if she was a part of our family.
It was one month after we lost Rosie, and we questioned whether our family was actually ready for this next step.
But God gave us a very clear yes. And suddenly we were in the midst of another international adoption.
We were racing to bring Carlie Ruth home.
I stood in the Guangzhou Civil Affairs office and tried to hide every emotion that was racking my body. It was minutes after we met the girls and found out that Carlie had been living the past four years on a hospital bed. Alone.
We had been told that Carlie was discharged for her adoption. We knew this was true, because her hospital bracelet was still on.
We were given an "oxygen pillow". We were given random medicines. We were told to not let her walk around very often.
I would of given anything to have been able to get there earlier. To have adopted Carlie before she had endured such a huge amount of suffering. To erase the time spent in the hospital and have brought her home four years earlier. My heart was so torn up for our sweet girl.
I cried softly in our hotel room that night. Carlie didn't even know how to sleep because all she did was sit in bed 24 hours a day.
She had been left in the hospital to die. And to be forgotten. On her own in a small hospital in Zhongshan City, China. But our God didn't forget. And this is a story of hope. A story of grace. And a story of love that overcomes.
It's pretty amazing how God works.
Carlie turned ten last week. I'm starting to cry as I write this because I realized how many miracles I have seen in the year and a half Carlie has been a Snyder.
Her two miraculous heart surgeries have given her more energy that she ever had in China.
She has grown and become such a beautiful and spunky ten year old.
And I certainly wouldn't be the same either.
I sat on the couch the other day as she did school with my mom. As she spelled words and read a short story, I realize that God had prepared her for this.
Because even though she spent her first eight years in an orphanage, God was keeping her spirit and preparing her for her family.
She was always meant to be a Snyder.
Happy Birthday Carlie! I beep you. <3