So - How We Doin?

"How We Doin?" as they say in Vermont. Busy. Very Busy. Good busy. Crazy busy. But busy. Today we have Nutritionist/Gastroenterologist at 10 for Baby Dee. Cal has Allergy testing also at 10 (Thank goodness the Other Mother has a very flexible work schedule) Bobby has a psychiatrist appt at 1:00 and his first visit with his new therapist at 2 pm and need to be back home for AK getting off the bus at 3 and then both Bobby and Cal have basketball practice at 6 and a game at 7. Phew.

Through all this I am grateful that baby Dee is thriving, gaining weight (8 pounds 3 ounces at 4 1/2 months...) and stealing our hearts more and more each day she is with us. I also have the pleasure of having bio-Mom attend everyone of her outside appointments (bio-Mom does NOT come to my home for baby Dee's physical therapy and early intervention and visiting nurse appointments - THANK GOD for some boundaries...) You know Bio- Mom has her own cognitive challenges (nice speak for she tests/presents as mentally retarded- nice and all, but mentally retarded) and I can't help but feel for her and want to support her in her parenting because she really LOVES her baby- but FOR CRYING OUT LOUD...this woman is hard pressed to take care of "normal" kids (her first she gave up for adoption, her second is being raised by a paternal grandmother, her third she gave to bio dad and he lost the kid to foster care...and now the baby is her fourth???) How in God's Name is she going to care for a medically involved infant??? My head is just going to burst. Explode. Really.

CAl is clicking, sniffing and twitching all over the place during the day **(his therapist has suggested Tourettes. SUGGESTED???? WTF!)** and peeing on the rug and in the bathtub when woken at night to go to the bathroom because he is flailing, disoriented and SLEEPWALKING and CANNOT be woken up...FUN TIMES.

Somewhere in between the appointments and my head exploding in disbelief over the insanity, I need to call one of the Social Worker Supervisors and say WTF (What the Frig!?!). AK was on Speaker phone last night with Mom and she was talking crazy/ feeding poor AK pipe dreams...like

"Don't get mad at me because we don't really have any presents for you this Christmas, but when we are together in February we'll have a big Christmas then. **(February??? WTF)**** Now you need to know she is telling AK how much fun they are all having right this very minute at Aunty Brendas playing Wii....but they can't get him presents.....oh - and it gets better....

"You can stay with me at Aunty Sandra's where I'm staying from Dec 23 til Jan 4 so you don't have to go to Vermont for Christmas, DFS doesn't mind when I talked to them" ***(ummm Last I checked Mom is on a SHORT leash of one hour supervised visits every other week.....and the relatives have a HISTORY and are not approved or approvable to have the kids. WTF)*****

"I have surgery on Jan 5 for my lung and we'll see if they can scoop it (CANCER) out or if they'll take out my lung, but Aunty Sandra can watch you while I am at the hospital" (ummm- last I checked - AK is placed with us is because none of the relatives are CORI cleared/clearable to be near the kids - let alone supervise them....uh, and isn't having a lung removed a little bit more complicated than day-stay surgery???? Uhh..and won't AK need to be back in school by Jan 5????)

Oh - and to top it off - his step-Dad gets out of prison today (we were told he was sentenced and went to prison for 5 years this summer for beating the crap out of Mom and ongoing Domestic Violence....and AK just can't wait to see him...YEAH!

I need to get that boy a therapist PRONTO. Like yesterday. Oh - yeah, and by the way.....Merry Christtmas.