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7 Interesting things about me.....
You know I have been staring at the courser behind the number one for several days, and I cannot think of anything interesting about me right now. I know that you all might want to read about my quirks, but right now I just can't think of any that aren't downright stupid, boring, or just to personal to mention.
I know it has been almost a month since I posted last, and to be honest with you, the only real reason I have is the fact that I just haven't been able to put my feelings out there until tonight. I have been having some real struggles, and I have been in a very dark place for about 2 weeks now. So much is running around inside my poor brain that it is literally exhausting me to try to get this damn post out.
We visited Kent for the first time since he went to the hospital, the constant snow has kept us from being able to drive up there, and I was very disappointed in what I found there.
I had been having a lot of second thoughts about the place after some events that have already happened, and after today, I really think that we might have made a mistake.
See, I have been in places like this as a patient, and I was still not prepared for what we saw. I can tell you that the filth in his room will be the first thing I address with them when I get my return call, and the second will be their lack of following what I asked them to do pertaining to his medical supplies.
They have stopped his blood pressure meds for no reason, and I was not asked if this was OK, and neither was he. They just told him he wouldn't be getting them anymore. HUH?? WTF?? I have this kid seeing one of the top pediatric nepherologists in the country, who put him on those meds, and you just snatch him off w/o any reason?? I don't think so.
He has no sheet for his bed because they don't carry sheets for the hospital beds. OK, so why didn't you call me, or freaking order one for him??
He is not wearing the same briefs (adult diapers) that I asked them, and they assured me he would have, to keep him in.
He has no trash can in his room, just a trash bag, and there was poop on the floor behind where he keeps the bag??!! Are you kidding me, don't they check these things?? His mattress had literal shit streaks on it, and when I asked him about the pads that he should be using he said they only give him one at a time... not sure if he is even using it.
He has a room mate to... yeah the room mate has left, for 2 days, his vomit covered clothes just laying on the floor for all the world to see.
I almost fucking lost it while I was there, had it not been for the fact that we had the Turtle with us, I may have had a meltdown right there. I did not send this kid to one of the "best" hospitals in the country for dealing with chronically ill children so that I could leave him in squalor like that. I swear to you that I am not exaggerating this either.
Overall the place looked like a state run mental hospital who had their funds cut off. I have never been so offended in all my life. Just thinking about it right now makes me want to scream.
I had been struggling with my decision to send him there already, and this just pushed me over the edge. Now I feel like the worst mother on the planet for sending him there after seeing what I did today. I know that he needs the mental help, but frankly I am not sure that he is getting what he needs to get.
They cannot manage his level of intelligence either. The teachers have already exhausted all of the classwork that they had for him to do. So everyday he stays there he falls further behind his peers in high school... and only because he is smart.
I was assured, and reassured that they had everything under control for his academics, and now they are saying I dropped the ball because I dis enrolled him from school here. I had no choice, the district told me I had to, and since he is in all accelerated Internet based classes down here, they can't just work with his teachers to get his schoolwork done. So now I feel like a jackass because if he stays much longer he might not graduate with his class. He is already a year behind from his illness earlier in life, so where is this going to leave him??? Can you say it with me... FUCK!!
I have also been dealing with something that I wasn't able to put into words until a few days ago.... I am scared of my daughter. Not in like physically scared. I cannot shake this overwhelming denial that I have of her existence. I am scared that she isn't real, and any minute I am going to wake up and she will be gone and this whole thing will have been a dream.
I know I did IVF.
I know I got pregnant.
I know I had a baby.
I know that she turned 2 years old in January.... but yet I feel like it is all a dream, and that I am going to snap out of it and walk into an empty room filled with things I bought for a figment of my imagination.
I know she is here.
I feel her hug me.
I feel her hand wrap around my finger when we walk.
I see her beautiful face every morning, but still I hold back from letting her all the way in my heart because I just KNOW that she isn't real. I guess this is just one more wonderful thing I can thank my 14 and a 1/2 year IF struggle on.... my inability to lose my heart to the most amazing little girl I have ever known.
I feel like I am failing her because I cannot believe in her realness. I can't fathom even now after all this time, that she is here and she is mine. How shitty is that?? Yeah I thought so to.
So there you have it, just some of the things going on in my ruptured and tortured brain. More to come tomorrow....