Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Today my son turned 9. He is still wearing a size 6 and looks like your average 1st grader. He has had a good week and even worked hard in AT. He confessed he is seeing things lately. More accurately, people. He was terrified he would have to go away like Patches did so he has been afraid to tell us. I knew he was hearing more things and that they were changing from simple voices calling his name to people running toward him or chasing him. The other night he got up to go to the restroom and I remember thinking he didn't stay long enough to use it but never moved b/c he ran back to bed. Turns out he saw a little boy sitting in the tub playing and it freaked him out so bad he ran back to bed and peed there. It saddens me we still aren't at the point he can turn to me for help.

Patches had a Brain Q this morning and we will get the results in 2 weeks. She goes to the neurologist tomorrow to see if she has caused any brain damage from all her head banging. She also tested positive for Strep again. Good times, people.

Things are settling down here. I am seeing a new man replace my DH. He took this very seriously and is really getting into the program. He has helped me more in the last week than he has our entire marriage. He is connecting with us, with me. The kids are aware he is attending meetings and we explained in simple terms what had happened. They are all handling it great. They do not understand why he is not sleeping in our bed and are jealous he gets to sleep on our sofa. He is suffering happily, all he wanted was to be back here in the house. He even offered to sleep in his reptile room.

Frankee called me today. She is using drugs and with needles. I am so sad for her and her children. She wants to be a better parent and can't seem to stay off the drugs. She has a warrant for her arrest for not paying child support. She is thinking of turning herself in and sending Shyanne here for the Summer. She is always welcome but I wish she would just stay clean long enough that the child wouldn't have to move so often. Shyanne would have a ball here with the kids.

10 comments:

Abby said...

That first bit makes me think of one of my 5th graders who is the exact same size as several of the 1st graders that I work with. They almost got in trouble the day he was in charge of leading them back to the classroom... it looked like the class had taken off by themselves! =)


And your son shares my birthday... wish him a happy one (late) tomorrow from the crazy teacher in MA. I'm the big 2-5. lol

Lisa said...

Tickled things are better with DH.
Thinking of you....

Ashley said...

Happy Birthday to Michael.

It is sad to hear about his voices, but he has a great Mama to help him through.

Glad to hear DH is working hard.

Still thinking of you all daily

Ashley

Anonymous said...

Just wishing you all the best.

nancy

Carmine Crayon said...

wow. let us know about the brain damage. that never occurred to me... how do they know if it is related to banging? do they compare IQ from last time? I've been thinking of you, hope things get better soon.

Carmine Crayon said...

oh, and when I said "that never occurred to me" I meant it never occurred to me that brain damage could happen as a result. ...I didn't mean I've been banging my head on walls and haven't had any brain damage yet. :)

Nichole said...

Glad things are getting better with the hubby :)

Marthavmuffin said...

Sorry to hear about Frankie and her poor little Shyanne. I almost had an opportunity to foster a sweet girlie named Shyanne and I always think of her blonde sweet face when you mention Shyanne.

They are both in my prayers.

cloudmaster said...

I dont know how you do it

Thandi said...

Poor boy.This must be so hard on all of you.Happe belated birthday to him.He shares a birthday with my husband too.