We live one crisis to the next. Parenting 7 children (between the bios and the fosters), I guess this is to be expected, but it certainly is never any less alarming or intense.
Monday afternoon, Tink’s ex-boyfriend brought her home from school and shared that Tink had a plan to commit suicide by overdose that night. Tink confirmed the plan, so off to the ER we went. It was determined that she should be transferred to a psychiatric facility and she was moved the next day. A series of events has begun since Tuesday that overwhelms and consumes me. My heart is broken for Tinkerbelle and all she has to deal with, but I know that the hospital is the very best place for her to do that.
Despite that stressor, I have continued to be on top of managing the needs of the other children as well. Daffy was vomiting Saturday through Tuesday, but has finally been able to keep food down and return to school. Donald has been having a very tough week at the RTC with multiple agressions. We will be visiting him as a family on Saturday so my stress level is obviously increasing. Goofy and Pluto are truly my saving graces and I am doing my best to stay connected to them and be sure their needs are being met as well. They are just so “easy”, but I dont want that to change and find them seeking negative attention.
That said, my goal is to focus on all the positive things in our lives each day to keep me going. This morning I am thankful for:
- Snuggles in bed with our puppy who has healed well from his injuries
- A gorgeous foster daughter who asked me to straighten her hair (a rare occurrence)
- An amazingly supportive network of friends and family (both in real life and on Twitter)
- The ability to work from bed in my pajamas while drinking coffee
- A social worker who always goes above and beyond the call of duty to support us
Despite our circumstances, I am blessed and grateful.