Its 6pm and I feel like I need to write another blog (THERAPY)...
James is not well at all. Fevers and SNOT. He slept for 3 hours this afternoon, that was a mixture of peace and torture. PEACE when the little 2 year old gremlin was distracted with something for 5 minutes and then TORTURE when I had to keep pulling her sticky fingers away from her sleeping brothers face!
She is also a ball of energy. I suppose when you have parents that don't sit still two nut ball energy kids are inevitable.
So I am still WAITING for medicare to approve the script for James' life source! OBVIOUSLY we will now be waiting for Monday since its Friday evening in this WORLD.
But let me tell you I refreshed my email feed about 700 times today waiting for the immunologists email!!! I had no idea what our immunologist went through in the past to get our scripts approved. You would think that MEDICARE would just get the point... like he has lived on NEOCATE since the age of 3weeks old. They have the history... I ain't selling that stuff on the black market. I am keeping my son ALIVE! So we are now down to 9 tins...... come on authority number!!!!
I was standing in the kitchen to write this BLOG but the husband was eating banana chips and I CAN NOT DEAL with the CRUNCHING!!!!!!! ARGH.... maybe I have sensory processing disorder?!! 'Cause that sound hits my auditory senses like a bullet! He also likes to crunch ICE! You know the ice you get in the MACCAS drinks.... that's my PET HATE. Still love you Theo... but come on with the crunching!
Looking at my calendar I realized that little MISS almost 2 has her party in 2 weeks! I really need to get my bottom into gear and order the catering! Next week is manic for us. Both kiddos are headed to the ENT (YES little miss has a little APNEA and a hell of a SNORE), we start with a new OT, I have my follow up with the GP to discuss my SANITY/ INSANITY levels...
I once went to a psychologist just to get some stuff out but I quickly realized that it was really like I was talking to a brick wall..... Paid $140 and see ya later. That's when I thought I could just pound the keyboard.... its really the same thing! But my GP keeps a tab on my mindset... I ended up with post natal depression after James and she was like a mother, friend and physician rolled into one supportive human. James never slept, screamed constantly from 3pm-8pm and was just so uncomfortable in his skin. He was BORN this way baby.... SPD from birth! Not bad parenting... Just SPD. Different NOT LESS! Once I learned his way....our life became easier. All SPD parents will tell you its their way or the highway.... perfect little sensitive souls!
On that note, I am off to wrangled number 2 for bed.