Appointment @ MindSay

Let's see:

Today I got a message that D(M) would be going to the doctor at about 12:45.  I didn't know if that was a doctor's appointment like a general appointment anyone would have, or if it was his appointment for intake at the local hospital.  I really haven't written about this year much, have I?  Not even the word document like I kept last year.  Not having your own computer SUCKS.  To rewind a bit, D(M) has been incredibly explosive and reactive the last few weeks.  The blowouts seem to be over MINUSCULE things- I mean, he flipped his desk over last week and bit the top off his pencil because he was doing handwriting and he didn't draw the line of the letter perfectly straight.  I'm a perfectionist, so I understand how he was feeling about not getting it right, but.... that's not an okay reaction for a kid to have over a mistake...a TINY mistake.  What would he do if he accidentally did the wrong type of math equation?  What really makes me worry is his tendency to be self-injurious.  Unlike others I've worked with, when he hits or punches himself, it isn't overly hard... but it still makes me feel sick that he does it.  He was hospitalized over the summer, and apparently, he was pulled out too soon. 

Well, at about 3:30, his mom called to say they wanted to take him in tomorrow morning, but that the head of Spec Ed had called her and said the bus might not be ready for him (he gets to go home each night, which is excellent!), so.... he might be with us at least through the end of the week.  I'm glad I get a few more days with him, even if my program currently isn't a good fit; but my staff left at 3:15 thinking we would have a different number - I gotta remember to warn them he might walk in, and might be VERY off.

Speaking of being off... Lu continues to break my heart on a daily basis.  The poor child is 7 years old (he might even be 6), and since about the age of 3 has lived in about 6 different foster homes.  Oh, and he's being sent out of this one he's currently at and loving and doing well at, in case you were wondering.  There's a couple who want to adopt him, which would be GREAT, so he doesn't have to move around and feel so shitty that no one wants him anymore, but... the family lives in central Massachusetts, so he wouldn't be mine anymore.   He's also explosive as hell, but such a different kind of damaged.  His has been inflicted upon him.  I don't know; I love all my babies, but I just look at Lu and I just want to hold him.  Forever. 

Today was his best day yet; he had zero blowouts until 2 o'clock, when I made him and An clean up a game they'd had out that was getting too loud and disrupting other kids who were working still. He hadn't been over there as long as An had because he'd been wasting time during math, and got super pissed he had to clean up.  Flipped his chair, and then ripped my ghetto black paper wall quite a bit.  I will miss that greatly, but otherwise - he's had MUCH worse fits, and he made it soooooooo far into the day!  I was so happy for him!

X has been doing amazing up in his classes.  A few moments of frustration/upsetness, but hey...he's a 3rd grade boy!  I have a feeling he won't be in my program much longer; he's made huge bounds in maturity and self-management in his years in the program, and it might be time.  Damn if I won't miss him greatly.  He's fantastic.  I feel bad, though, because we're trying to get R to spend more time in his class, and to go to 3rd/5th lunch.  He wants to spend time with the 3rd graders, like his buddy X, but X is clearly like 'uh... I don't really want to'.  He wants to branch out, while R is wanting to cling.  Not a good pairing.  J is also kind of wanting to cling when she doesn't need to; another disadvantage of my classroom.

M has had 3 brown accidents (yours truly has had to change them all, even though I'm PRETTY sure that's not part of my job description), and I can't count how many of the other type.  Today, I changed her from the latter, she went out to recess finally while I dealt with Lu, and she came back in and I had to change her again.  Not a good thing; I gotta talk more with her foster mom and the guidance counselor and even the nurse... it's not regular 1st grade behavior.  I know she's got a history of abuse, for which bathroom issues are a sign, but...  it's still not good.  Especially when she's in a class of mostly older kids who notice these things and are going to start teasing her over it.

I can't keep writing; I"m making myself sad (I'm actually really happy - don't let anyone tell you different.  My job is hard and stressful, but I would change NOTHING) and I also still have stuff I need to plan for.  I also have a PTO meeting, the first of the year, but I don't think I'm going to stay; I get here at 7am; I don't want to first get to a meeting at 7pm and then have to stay longer.  I've been staying until 7pm on my own - I don't need a meeting.

Soo.. I had a doctor's appt yesterday. My doctor said I am NOT dilated, unfortunately! :-(

She did say that Alexa is 6 1/2-7 lbs though, which made me happy! She still doesn't think I'll make it to 40 weeks. Pretty much, my baby can come at any time. Now I'm just waiting around for my little monkey! I'm going crazy, I think.

 

My mom will be here in 4 days. It's gonna be so weird cause I haven't seen her in so so long. I wish my damn husband could be here. Anyway, pay day today! Almost all of my money is going to bills and groceries. What's new. :-(!! Either way, I'm way happier now that I made some delicious eggs with cheese! I'm fat(..er?) and happy now!

 

 

Okay, usually I don't promote anyone rushing their kids to the doctor.  My Mom's is a 38 year vetran RN nurse, who perferred and still does natural remedies to going to the doctor right away.  Hell she even stitched up my eyebrow at a Softball tournie in highschool because I refused to leave to go to ER!  But she also taught me, to take the kids to the doctor when needed.

 

Well PLEASE folks, take your kids tot he doctor sooner than later this year.  Don't be like me!  It bite me in the ass putting Coltin's doctor's appontment off till yesterday.  He has a sever upper respatory infection and is wheezing like an asmatic person.  But I don't feel guilty or bad about not taking him earlier because he showed no signs that he was in destress until I made the appointment.  Even the doctor was suprised that he wasn't rattling like most folks do, no snot coming down from the nose or up from the lungs. 

 

Coltin is now on a course of zithromax and a steriod to help with the wheezing!  No fevers though so he can go back to school today.  I kept him home yesterday because the poor boy was miserable from the coughing and I took him to the doctor to boot. 

 

If he isn't better by the time I go into the doctor next week for my 3-4 month labs and check, I am to take him with me for an x-ray and we will start breathing treatments.  Thank GODS my Mom has my Granny's breathing machine all I will need is prescription for the meds then.  I think he will be better though, so far this morning, he has had 2 doses of the antibotics and 3 doses of the steriods and he sounds soooooooooooo much better.  Plus the doctor said I could continue over the counter cough medicines and cough drops.  So the couging is still there but not as bad as it was!

 

This year the way the weather has been is going to be ruff on us with viruses and bactieral infectiosn folks.  I strongly suggest that you keep a vareity of over the counter and home remedy items on hand and take yourself, your kids, and your elders to the doctor sooner rather than later this year!  Don't be like me! 

 

My poor boy barks like a seal though.  It gets to the point I want to start looking around for the other seals to join him!  Then I get this picture in my head about some sea lion coming up and eating my baby while he is eating!  Yay.  I have an odd mind I tell ya!  And of course the sea lion has the face of the doctor!  Isn't that some shit!

So, the big excitment for the day was going to be my annual physical (but with a new Doctor) for camp.  I know, it's extremely sad that that was my reason for getting up this morning. 

 

Well, my doctor is apparently going to be out sick the rest of this week, so now my day is... another worthless day in Massachusetts.  Gravy.

 

That sucks.