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| Nothing like the fear of feeding the first meal. |
Last Friday baby M came home from visit like she typically does. Throwing up, pooping her brains out, and fits from somewhere 2 year old doesn't belong. She recovered by the next morning and went to the babysitters as I went to work. She ate all day just fine but pooped her brains out throughout the day. We went to dinner with friends and she projectile vomited all over me the second I put my fork into that mouth watering prime rib I had been craving the entire day. Done. I'm done. Steak was done. I was done. Time to go. She laughed and giggled as I put her in the bath to clean her up. Again pretended to throw up to get a reaction from me. I cried. How silly is that! I didn't get breakfast because I was running late. I count on at least one appointment to cancel or no show so I can eat lunch. Everyone showed up. It was payday the day before which means steak weekend. Listen folks. I like food. I love food. I was raised on a farm. Steak and potatoes are a way of life. I need them to survive. Seriously, I do! After bedtime. I settled in the couch and drank a beer and cried. Sunday went the same, throwing up and poop. Again, Monday, the same. Today, she is finally back to normal.
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| Merle likes to take baths with baby M. Is this not normal? |
I was chatting with a friend about my frustration and she said something that struck me. Could it possibly be that bio mom is putting something in her food? Lets go back to last week. I cancelled a visit. baby M was up half the night with night terrors and the other half coughing and sneezing. Poor girl has horrible allergies. I made the decision to keep her home and let her rest. Mom called everyone and their mother insisting Baby M was in the hospital. I got so many phone calls... She warranted some form of attention. I didn't get it. The pieces are starting to fit now.
Anyways, I decided to keep baby M home one more day to make sure she was good before sending her back to preschool. She came to work with me today. Yes, I took a two year old to work. My job as a professor. I took her. A two year old. Her visit falls kindly during a time I teach one of my classes. I packed lunch for baby M because she is/was on the BRAT diet. The visit aide picked her up from my war torn office (the picture captures the moment after i picked about a hundred papers off the floor) and off they went after I begged her to not allow mom to feed her. My washer and dryer need a break.
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| "Done" |
About 30 minutes passed and I got a text that mom no showed and they were headed back. Crap... In the middle of class. Well my dear social work students. Today is the day you learn what happens on the other end of things. Foster parenting isn't all roses and butterflies. Its full of tantrums and poop. She quickly oriented my students into post visit melt down. It was a great learning opportunity for them and a moment for me to learn from as well. I do not always have control over every situation, especially days we have visits.
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| How could this cute little monster be any trouble at all! |
I had this all planned out! One of my bestest friends ever was going to come and get bug and hang out while I taught my last class. They would have fun. I would be breathing easy. Everyone would be happy. And we would see a rainbow! Guess who didn't come and guess who still tried to work.
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| She never ever gets to watch TV. I was desperate you see. |
College is tiring stuff. Baby M was falling asleep eating dinner at 5. By 6 she was sound asleep. And now, I'm bored. Don't laugh. I have plenty to do. Remember, I have a toddler and golden retrievers. You should see my house. I want to play though. Like go to the park, swing, stomp in puddles, snuggle.
Until later,
K
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