It's been a long break. My apologies to those who have missed out. However, the saying "one bad apple spoils the barrel" is true. I will not get into details, some know the truth. Others will never see the light however.
In the past few months, Aiden has completed kindergarten, got his "see you in one year" from Dr. Pediatric Cardiologist (WHAT?!? YES!!!!!!!!!!), came off of the anti-tachycardia medication (do you hear the angels sing?), got another set of ear tubes, passed a hearing booth test (with complete cooperation), became a first grader and turned 6 (how did that happen and who authorized it?)
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Happy Mother's Day
Before I was a Mom
Before I was a Mom -
I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.
Before I was a Mom -
I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on - Pooped on - Spit on - Chewed on, or Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and My thoughts. I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom -
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests...or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom -
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life
so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom -
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known The warmth, The joy, The love, The heartache, The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Fair and Equal Treatment
As a parent to a child who has special needs, we strive to educate people to treat our children no differently than they would a typical developing child. We push for inclusion in school and the community. In fact we fight for those things. Parents fight with school districts, some of them even have to go to the extent of suing for breach of an IEP.
Unfortunately, sometimes we have to fight those close to us.
The blog went private. Chris doesn't even have access to it. He's not happy about it, but he does understand why. I don't want him giving his access information to his mother.
Let's say that in August of last year, we received a phone call from her wanting to know when we were going to have Aiden's birthday party. I informed her that we were not going to go through all that trouble when NO ONE showed up the year before. No one bothered to reply to the invitations stating that they would not be able to make it. Some think that where we live it "too far to drive" but have absolutely no clue that we are constantly driving the 15 - 20 minutes to get where ever we are invited to. His mother demanded that we throw Aiden a birthday party. Fine. This date this time. Drive 35 minutes to high end bakery to buy high dollar cake.
The day of Aiden's party, Chris called his mother to remind her. And this is what her response was....
"I'm not going to come over. The house needs cleaned."
What the fuck?!
Fast forward to the later part of September....
Princess Not So Bright proceeds to inform Facebook Land that I am the "mean evil devil bitch" who makes her feel like a "fucking retard" because I "know the answers to questions". Um, no shit Sherlock. Common sense would answer any question she has. Besides, I happen to be older, have more experience and probably at one time had the same questions. I found out the answer. It's called learning.
Now keep in mind that every single time I have been bashed on her FB, something had been said to the Princess, this would be no exception. Numerous times, she has been informed to keep me off of her page.
Chris's mom calls and jumps my ass because well.... "Princess does not need that stress in her life and you are going to give someone a heart attack." Um, first off, Princess brought it on herself. If she doesn't want to get into trouble, she can keep me off her page. Plain and simple. We've gone through this for 4 years. She knows the routine. She bashes me, she gets the short end of the stick. She should have thought about it before posting right before her finals. She should definitely be glad Chris said something to her before I throttled her.
Secondly, if you are so worried about your heart, loose a couple of hundred pounds. Pretty sure all that fat surrounding your heart will have more impact on whether you have a heart attack over your son verbally disciplining his daughter.
Long story made short.... it doesn't matter what she wrote about me. She was only venting and shouldn't be blamed or held responsible. I am the one to blame for "stealing" Chris's password and finding out about it.
I did not "break into Chris's facebook account." He left it open. But that is besides the point. I did wrong, Princess didn't. Fine, if you feel like sticking up for and condoning that behaviour, get the fuck out of my life and told her so.
December rolls around and I have not talked to this woman since I was blamed for Chris having an episode of Bells Palsy because I made his daughter stress out over being the "mean evil devil bitch."
She calls and wants to know what Aiden and I want for Christmas. Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me? I inform her that since Princess could not refrain from bashing me on Facebook, Aiden and I would not be attending any holiday festivities. I would hate to get blamed for once again being the subject of the day.
Christmas Day rolls around and Aiden is not feeling well. I inform my family that we would not be attending breakfast. They understand. However Chris is demanding that we attend his family dinner. Aiden is sick and puking profusely. Fine. You get to clean up the mess. We will also be taking 2 seperate vehicles. Once I get tired of being bashed and disrespected, Aiden and I are leaving.
After 1.5 hours.... time to go. It is a known fact that Chris's step father does not acknowledge Aiden. Never has, never will. He doesn't buy Aiden anything for Christmas. He knows this. I know this. Every body knows this. What does Chris's mom do? Points out this fact by asking "Don't you have anything little for Aiden?" Really? You felt the need to point out the big elephant in the room and make everyone uncomfortable? Wow! Now keep in mind I spent the last 45 minutes opening up 6 of the fugliest tops on clearance from Cato Fashions (a store I haven't shopped at since I was 16. I am almost 39) and totally inappropriate gifts (who gets a 5 year old a digital camera - not one from PlaySkool or Fisher Price?) for Aiden. Yeah, I was beyond my point of tolerance.
Let's just say the Bitch Switch was pushed, shall we.
The next day, before spending the entire day returning unwanted gifts in freezing ass rain, the stupidity continues. She calls. By this time, since my day after Christmas shopping was shot, I was livid. And I inform the culprit my pissed off'edness as to exactly what I want for Christmas this year. A simple card that says "Fuck you. You are not good enough for my son or my family" Finally, I'll get some honesty.
Skip ahead 4 more months. Yes, I said 4 months. I deliberately have not updated the blog other than for Aiden's dental procedures. I wanted to know how long it would take for Chris's mom to call and inquire about Aiden.
4 months. From December 26th until April 19th. Not once did she call to see how Aiden was doing. But then she didn't call to find that out. Nope, the official excuse for her calling was that she accidentally called me while trying to call her youngest son who had her credit card. But since she had me on the phone....
Why had I not updated the blog? My answer was straight to the point. Because there are people who didn't want Aiden or myself in their lives, therefore they have no reason being in Aiden's. Well, what about my friends who read the blog? We are friends on Facebook.
No apologies, nothing. I didn't expect one, since I am to blame and all that. But a huge argument follows in which nothing I say is getting through. She decides that I am apparently too pissed off to be nice and hangs up. So I sent her an email. No! you say. Oh yes I did...
This is going to be long and it is not going to be nice. If you don't want to read it, that is on you.
My attitude towards Chris's family is indicative on how they have treated me and my child over the last 5 years. Please keep in mind that the "Golden Rule" works both ways. If you treat someone like shit long enough, they are going to retaliate. And I have come to that point. You, yourself, have treated me as if I am less than perfect for your son. Examples? ....
1) Chris is a grown man, not a child. He does not need me to wipe his ass nor apply ointment to a scratch. He knows where the Neosporan is kept and perfectly capable of applying it.
2) No, my house is not spotless. Never will be. You fail to remember that I have a 5 year old child that runs freely through out the house. I am not going to spend my entire day cleaning and vacuuming. If I wake up early to enjoy some quiet time, that is on me. Unlike you, I do EVERYTHING in this house and outside of it. Chris doesn't empty trash, mow the yard, cook, do laundry or dishes. Not to mention I AM the one who takes Aiden to all his appointments and deals with all that. I am also pretty sure that Chris would not appreciate the vacuum waking him up at 5:30 in the morning.
3) No my meds don't need "upped" to deal with your family. I don't take meds because someone is rude and disrespectful. My meds are to deal with Aiden's health issues.
4) I did not in any way, shape or form cause Aiden's heart issues. It wasn't due to any medications I took previously to getting pregnant. They were caused by him having Down syndrome. And before you start thinking that I caused that, check your facts. NO ONE knows what causes Down syndrome.
5) I did not in any way, shape or form cause Chris to have an episode of Bells Palsy. We talked to 3 different doctors and not one of them could give an excuse as to why he got it.
6) My hysterectomy was not a "personal attack" against you. Get over yourself. You are not that big of a factor in my life. I got a hysterectomy because I was sick and tired of dealing with the pain every fucking month. I am sorry if you felt that you needed another ungrateful, disrespectful grandchild. You have 2 other sons to give you that. Did you honestly think that I would give Chris's family yet ANOTHER reason to hate my child? Uh, no.
7) When Chris is "injured" he is going to get the same sympathy and consideration he gives me. Plain and simple. He is not better than me, nor am I going to hold myself to higher standards than he holds me.
8) If I want Aiden to dress in designer clothes and I can find stores that sell them in my budget (MY BUDGET, NOT CHRIS'S AS HE DOESN'T BUY AIDEN'S CLOTHING), that is my prerogative. I don't need you and Chelsea berating me for it. If your children and grandchild are too good to wear second hand clothes and clothing from Walmart, so should Aiden. I did notice that all of the clothing Aiden and I got for Christmas were purchased on clearance and not from JC Penny, like the "perfect ones you are so proud of"
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9) We have different clothing styles. Do not ever try to dress me again. I do not wear bright clothing outside of Zumba class. Nor do I wear floral prints or things that make me appear to be even shorter than I already am. Thank you very much.
10) Chris and I will never get married. A) Aiden would lose his health insurance and SSI. Chris can not afford what Aiden needs because Chelsea wants. If I went to work full time, my entire paycheck would be going to a daycare facility to pay for Aiden's care. Having a child with special needs requires a whole lot of money. Our private insurance didn't cover Aiden's hearing aids. Sooner Care did. There is no way in hell, we could have afforded the $3000 for his hearing aids. B) Why would I legally bind myself to putting up with Chris's family behaviour? That would be beyond stupidity on my part. How JC's family treats you is on you. You allow it. I will not allow it.
11) If I don't put up with the bullshit ya'll want to dish out and not "forgive", please keep in mind I am not part of your family. I don't have to. I do not have to treat you as I would my family, you're not. But I will tell you this... if ANYONE in my family treated Aiden the way Chris's family has, they would no longer be part of my family. Those who are part of my family wouldn't come up with bullshit excuses for that person either and the whole clan would be on that person's ass in a heartbeat.
My attitude towards the grandchild you are so proud of is based on her attitude towards me. Yes, I was nice in the beginning and I got called a bitch for the effort. Fine, I'll be a bitch - in fact I am pretty good at it. She doesn't like it, tough shit. She brought it on herself with the numerous lies, bashings and manipulations. Keep in mind, I am also not her mom (her words not mine). Therefore I am not required to cook, clean, chauffeur or anything else a mother is required to do. She doesn't get more benefits from me than what my child is expected to get from Chris's family because of the same reason. Her bashing of me on a public website has been addressed and yet I am the one to get blamed and even threatened physically. I find it completely fucked up that you do not think I should be allowed to access Chris's facebook account, but you think it is perfectly acceptable for him to access mine or for you to "spy" on your husband.
No, Chris will got get custody of Aiden if anything happens to me. Chris is not able to provide a loving, accepting and supportive environment that Aiden needs in order to thrive and be a productive member of society. Time and time again, this has been proven by Chris's family. His grandmother thinks Aiden should be placed in an institution. His brother is so offended by Aiden's appearance that he has turned pictures around. His daughter has tried to make him fatally ill. And his mother has condoned all of this behaviour. I will do what is best for my child, regardless of what Chris's family thinks is acceptable.
Do not think I failed to notice that the gifts you got Aiden for his birthday last year were from the Dollar Tree, purchased without any thought. The birthday card, meant for a 2 year old with the 2 poorly changed into a "5" was totally fucked up. I at least spend time thinking about what cards I am going to give someone. In the future, please refrain from spending any money on my child and use what is saved towards your grandchild that you love and adore. Aiden obviously isn't it. Pretty sure her gifts don't come from the Dollar Tree.
No, my child is more than likely not going to be a millionaire. That is not my goal for him. I want him to grow up to be a loving and accepting person who doesn't judge people based on bank account status, appearance or what they can do for him. And that will make him a much better person than any of your kids will ever hope to be. I am truly sorry if Chris's family can not accept him for the fact that he has Down syndrome or that he is not Chris's biological son. That is their loss. Not Aiden's. If Chris's family does not want, welcome or accept us in their lives, then they need to accept the fact that they are not wanted in our lives.
Please do not contact me again. I will not contact you. I am happy without the bullshit, drama and lies. Aiden's website has been made private. You will no longer have access to it. Please refrain from calling during the hours you know your son is at work. I will not answer the phone, You are not welcome into my life or Aiden's, because frankly, we don't need that stress. We will not attend family events as we are not family, do not extend the invitation.
Saturday was the designated day for Chris's mom's 60th birthday party. Aiden and I did not attend. The last sentence of the email should have been a huge sign. One would think. Instead, "Where is Stephanie and Aiden?"
Finally the truth comes out. I am a bitch. Yes I am. I don't lie, sugar coat or pull punches. If that makes me a bitch, so be it. The things mentioned in the email were just a small part of what this family has put me through in the last 5 years. I am entitled to be a bitch.
Unfortunately, sometimes we have to fight those close to us.
The blog went private. Chris doesn't even have access to it. He's not happy about it, but he does understand why. I don't want him giving his access information to his mother.
Let's say that in August of last year, we received a phone call from her wanting to know when we were going to have Aiden's birthday party. I informed her that we were not going to go through all that trouble when NO ONE showed up the year before. No one bothered to reply to the invitations stating that they would not be able to make it. Some think that where we live it "too far to drive" but have absolutely no clue that we are constantly driving the 15 - 20 minutes to get where ever we are invited to. His mother demanded that we throw Aiden a birthday party. Fine. This date this time. Drive 35 minutes to high end bakery to buy high dollar cake.
The day of Aiden's party, Chris called his mother to remind her. And this is what her response was....
"I'm not going to come over. The house needs cleaned."
What the fuck?!
Fast forward to the later part of September....
Princess Not So Bright proceeds to inform Facebook Land that I am the "mean evil devil bitch" who makes her feel like a "fucking retard" because I "know the answers to questions". Um, no shit Sherlock. Common sense would answer any question she has. Besides, I happen to be older, have more experience and probably at one time had the same questions. I found out the answer. It's called learning.
Now keep in mind that every single time I have been bashed on her FB, something had been said to the Princess, this would be no exception. Numerous times, she has been informed to keep me off of her page.
Chris's mom calls and jumps my ass because well.... "Princess does not need that stress in her life and you are going to give someone a heart attack." Um, first off, Princess brought it on herself. If she doesn't want to get into trouble, she can keep me off her page. Plain and simple. We've gone through this for 4 years. She knows the routine. She bashes me, she gets the short end of the stick. She should have thought about it before posting right before her finals. She should definitely be glad Chris said something to her before I throttled her.
Secondly, if you are so worried about your heart, loose a couple of hundred pounds. Pretty sure all that fat surrounding your heart will have more impact on whether you have a heart attack over your son verbally disciplining his daughter.
Long story made short.... it doesn't matter what she wrote about me. She was only venting and shouldn't be blamed or held responsible. I am the one to blame for "stealing" Chris's password and finding out about it.
I did not "break into Chris's facebook account." He left it open. But that is besides the point. I did wrong, Princess didn't. Fine, if you feel like sticking up for and condoning that behaviour, get the fuck out of my life and told her so.
December rolls around and I have not talked to this woman since I was blamed for Chris having an episode of Bells Palsy because I made his daughter stress out over being the "mean evil devil bitch."
She calls and wants to know what Aiden and I want for Christmas. Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me? I inform her that since Princess could not refrain from bashing me on Facebook, Aiden and I would not be attending any holiday festivities. I would hate to get blamed for once again being the subject of the day.
Christmas Day rolls around and Aiden is not feeling well. I inform my family that we would not be attending breakfast. They understand. However Chris is demanding that we attend his family dinner. Aiden is sick and puking profusely. Fine. You get to clean up the mess. We will also be taking 2 seperate vehicles. Once I get tired of being bashed and disrespected, Aiden and I are leaving.
After 1.5 hours.... time to go. It is a known fact that Chris's step father does not acknowledge Aiden. Never has, never will. He doesn't buy Aiden anything for Christmas. He knows this. I know this. Every body knows this. What does Chris's mom do? Points out this fact by asking "Don't you have anything little for Aiden?" Really? You felt the need to point out the big elephant in the room and make everyone uncomfortable? Wow! Now keep in mind I spent the last 45 minutes opening up 6 of the fugliest tops on clearance from Cato Fashions (a store I haven't shopped at since I was 16. I am almost 39) and totally inappropriate gifts (who gets a 5 year old a digital camera - not one from PlaySkool or Fisher Price?) for Aiden. Yeah, I was beyond my point of tolerance.
Let's just say the Bitch Switch was pushed, shall we.
The next day, before spending the entire day returning unwanted gifts in freezing ass rain, the stupidity continues. She calls. By this time, since my day after Christmas shopping was shot, I was livid. And I inform the culprit my pissed off'edness as to exactly what I want for Christmas this year. A simple card that says "Fuck you. You are not good enough for my son or my family" Finally, I'll get some honesty.
Skip ahead 4 more months. Yes, I said 4 months. I deliberately have not updated the blog other than for Aiden's dental procedures. I wanted to know how long it would take for Chris's mom to call and inquire about Aiden.
4 months. From December 26th until April 19th. Not once did she call to see how Aiden was doing. But then she didn't call to find that out. Nope, the official excuse for her calling was that she accidentally called me while trying to call her youngest son who had her credit card. But since she had me on the phone....
Why had I not updated the blog? My answer was straight to the point. Because there are people who didn't want Aiden or myself in their lives, therefore they have no reason being in Aiden's. Well, what about my friends who read the blog? We are friends on Facebook.
No apologies, nothing. I didn't expect one, since I am to blame and all that. But a huge argument follows in which nothing I say is getting through. She decides that I am apparently too pissed off to be nice and hangs up. So I sent her an email. No! you say. Oh yes I did...
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My attitude towards Chris's family is indicative on how they have treated me and my child over the last 5 years. Please keep in mind that the "Golden Rule" works both ways. If you treat someone like shit long enough, they are going to retaliate. And I have come to that point. You, yourself, have treated me as if I am less than perfect for your son. Examples? ....
1) Chris is a grown man, not a child. He does not need me to wipe his ass nor apply ointment to a scratch. He knows where the Neosporan is kept and perfectly capable of applying it.
2) No, my house is not spotless. Never will be. You fail to remember that I have a 5 year old child that runs freely through out the house. I am not going to spend my entire day cleaning and vacuuming. If I wake up early to enjoy some quiet time, that is on me. Unlike you, I do EVERYTHING in this house and outside of it. Chris doesn't empty trash, mow the yard, cook, do laundry or dishes. Not to mention I AM the one who takes Aiden to all his appointments and deals with all that. I am also pretty sure that Chris would not appreciate the vacuum waking him up at 5:30 in the morning.
3) No my meds don't need "upped" to deal with your family. I don't take meds because someone is rude and disrespectful. My meds are to deal with Aiden's health issues.
4) I did not in any way, shape or form cause Aiden's heart issues. It wasn't due to any medications I took previously to getting pregnant. They were caused by him having Down syndrome. And before you start thinking that I caused that, check your facts. NO ONE knows what causes Down syndrome.
5) I did not in any way, shape or form cause Chris to have an episode of Bells Palsy. We talked to 3 different doctors and not one of them could give an excuse as to why he got it.
6) My hysterectomy was not a "personal attack" against you. Get over yourself. You are not that big of a factor in my life. I got a hysterectomy because I was sick and tired of dealing with the pain every fucking month. I am sorry if you felt that you needed another ungrateful, disrespectful grandchild. You have 2 other sons to give you that. Did you honestly think that I would give Chris's family yet ANOTHER reason to hate my child? Uh, no.
7) When Chris is "injured" he is going to get the same sympathy and consideration he gives me. Plain and simple. He is not better than me, nor am I going to hold myself to higher standards than he holds me.
8) If I want Aiden to dress in designer clothes and I can find stores that sell them in my budget (MY BUDGET, NOT CHRIS'S AS HE DOESN'T BUY AIDEN'S CLOTHING), that is my prerogative. I don't need you and Chelsea berating me for it. If your children and grandchild are too good to wear second hand clothes and clothing from Walmart, so should Aiden. I did notice that all of the clothing Aiden and I got for Christmas were purchased on clearance and not from JC Penny, like the "perfect ones you are so proud of"
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9) We have different clothing styles. Do not ever try to dress me again. I do not wear bright clothing outside of Zumba class. Nor do I wear floral prints or things that make me appear to be even shorter than I already am. Thank you very much.
10) Chris and I will never get married. A) Aiden would lose his health insurance and SSI. Chris can not afford what Aiden needs because Chelsea wants. If I went to work full time, my entire paycheck would be going to a daycare facility to pay for Aiden's care. Having a child with special needs requires a whole lot of money. Our private insurance didn't cover Aiden's hearing aids. Sooner Care did. There is no way in hell, we could have afforded the $3000 for his hearing aids. B) Why would I legally bind myself to putting up with Chris's family behaviour? That would be beyond stupidity on my part. How JC's family treats you is on you. You allow it. I will not allow it.
11) If I don't put up with the bullshit ya'll want to dish out and not "forgive", please keep in mind I am not part of your family. I don't have to. I do not have to treat you as I would my family, you're not. But I will tell you this... if ANYONE in my family treated Aiden the way Chris's family has, they would no longer be part of my family. Those who are part of my family wouldn't come up with bullshit excuses for that person either and the whole clan would be on that person's ass in a heartbeat.
My attitude towards the grandchild you are so proud of is based on her attitude towards me. Yes, I was nice in the beginning and I got called a bitch for the effort. Fine, I'll be a bitch - in fact I am pretty good at it. She doesn't like it, tough shit. She brought it on herself with the numerous lies, bashings and manipulations. Keep in mind, I am also not her mom (her words not mine). Therefore I am not required to cook, clean, chauffeur or anything else a mother is required to do. She doesn't get more benefits from me than what my child is expected to get from Chris's family because of the same reason. Her bashing of me on a public website has been addressed and yet I am the one to get blamed and even threatened physically. I find it completely fucked up that you do not think I should be allowed to access Chris's facebook account, but you think it is perfectly acceptable for him to access mine or for you to "spy" on your husband.
No, Chris will got get custody of Aiden if anything happens to me. Chris is not able to provide a loving, accepting and supportive environment that Aiden needs in order to thrive and be a productive member of society. Time and time again, this has been proven by Chris's family. His grandmother thinks Aiden should be placed in an institution. His brother is so offended by Aiden's appearance that he has turned pictures around. His daughter has tried to make him fatally ill. And his mother has condoned all of this behaviour. I will do what is best for my child, regardless of what Chris's family thinks is acceptable.
Do not think I failed to notice that the gifts you got Aiden for his birthday last year were from the Dollar Tree, purchased without any thought. The birthday card, meant for a 2 year old with the 2 poorly changed into a "5" was totally fucked up. I at least spend time thinking about what cards I am going to give someone. In the future, please refrain from spending any money on my child and use what is saved towards your grandchild that you love and adore. Aiden obviously isn't it. Pretty sure her gifts don't come from the Dollar Tree.
No, my child is more than likely not going to be a millionaire. That is not my goal for him. I want him to grow up to be a loving and accepting person who doesn't judge people based on bank account status, appearance or what they can do for him. And that will make him a much better person than any of your kids will ever hope to be. I am truly sorry if Chris's family can not accept him for the fact that he has Down syndrome or that he is not Chris's biological son. That is their loss. Not Aiden's. If Chris's family does not want, welcome or accept us in their lives, then they need to accept the fact that they are not wanted in our lives.
Please do not contact me again. I will not contact you. I am happy without the bullshit, drama and lies. Aiden's website has been made private. You will no longer have access to it. Please refrain from calling during the hours you know your son is at work. I will not answer the phone, You are not welcome into my life or Aiden's, because frankly, we don't need that stress. We will not attend family events as we are not family, do not extend the invitation.
Saturday was the designated day for Chris's mom's 60th birthday party. Aiden and I did not attend. The last sentence of the email should have been a huge sign. One would think. Instead, "Where is Stephanie and Aiden?"
Finally the truth comes out. I am a bitch. Yes I am. I don't lie, sugar coat or pull punches. If that makes me a bitch, so be it. The things mentioned in the email were just a small part of what this family has put me through in the last 5 years. I am entitled to be a bitch.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes and Privacy
- Dental surgery part 2 went as planned. Quick, easy and relatively painless. 10 crowns total. 4 on the top front (porcelain), two on the bottom (stainless due to the fact that Aiden has ground his teeth down to smaller than the smallest crown size made) and 4 replacement crowns on his molars. One tooth was abscessed, but extra strong dose of antibiotics (for endocarditis prevention) cured that. Pretty sure our dental insurance had a conniption with 2 surgeries in a month's time.
- I had an appointment to get my hair did and made an appointment for the child while I was processing. Aiden sat by himself and decided that he was finished once both ears were nicked by the clippers because he doesn't hold still.
- Aiden is now a bus rider. Mornings only, but he is such a "big boy" now. He doesn't even bother to tell me "Goodbye" once he is on the bus.
- Speaking of riding the bus.... at the beginning of the school year, while working on the IEP, the contracted PT argued with me that Aiden learning how to maneuver steps was not a skill needed for school. HAHAHAHAHA! School buses have steps.
- We are breaking in Speech Therapist #4. I fired the one we hired in February. This one seems to be working out. She even shows up early! I think we have a keeper.
- Yes, the blog went private. Once the drama has died down and I no longer get a migraine from thinking about it, I will explain further. Let's just say for now that if certain people don't want the child in their lives, then they need to get the idea that they are not privy to Aiden's antics.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Yeah, Yeah......... I'm BAAAAAD!
It's been a month since I've logged in and posted, but I am reading blogs. I've become a stalker! Anyhooo.....
Last month Aiden went through dental surgery to repair some cavities, a root canal and some crowns. Not even 2 days later, one of the crowns on his front teeth disappears. REALLY disappears and I'm so not the adventurer and decided I wasn't going to scavenge for it. So, I call Dr Teeth (not the one who did the surgery, but the one he sees on a every 6 month basis) and scheduled an appointment. The Dr Teeth who did the surgery said that if Aiden happened to loose one, it was no biggie to get another one in office. Well, sure. For anyone other than Aiden.....
Regular Dr Teeth, takes one look at the tooth that lost it's porcelain crown and he was M-A-D! Not only did the surgery last 2 hours longer than it should have, but...........
A) they didn't do something to the tooth to prep it for crowns in case one happens to fall off and the child experienced pain.
B) they used cheap cement and it was inevitable that at least one of the crowns was going to get lost.
C) they didn't seal his teeth.
Aiden NEEDS another surgery. Oh goody! Can you sense my eye twitching here? We are given 2 options....
1) Dr Teeth wants to do it, but not at the hospital that knows Aiden on a first name basis. In order to do this, we must have clearance from Dr. Pediatric Cardiologist - who just happens to be on maternity leave. Fine, get clearance from Dr. Secondary Pediatric Cardiologist. This takes two days to review Aiden's last year of cardiology. And we also have to have a Dr Happy Drugs at other hospital to agree to actually sedate the child under general happy drugs. According to Dr. Teeth, there are 30 Dr Happy Drugs at this hospital, so finding just 1 (because Dr. Happy Drugs So-And-So will absolutely REFUSE, don't even ask him!) shouldn't be a problem. Get another history/physical from Dr. Pediatrician who requests lab work, which caused the child enough anxiety to puke on the double chairs located in the lobby.
2) We go to another Dr Teeth who has privileges at the hospital who knows Aiden by name. This Dr Teeth doesn't accept our insurance nor do we know him.
We opt for option 1.
Surgery is scheduled for Friday morning. First thing. Meaning have the child at the hospital at 6 am, locate out patient and do pre-ops. I've never not done pre-ops a few days before surgery. This may be interesting with Aiden's history.
Spring Break starts Monday. Hopefully we'll be doctor free.
Oh, and just for cuteness sakes.....
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