Today is Tuesday. Tuesday's are visit days. As y'all know, mom is not allowed to feed her. I got a call about Bug having diarrhea and a very sore bottom a few hours after visit. The first thing I did was smell the cup and check the bag. Sure enough, she was given something I didn't provide. Food and juice. She's had an upset belly most of the night. Just resting on the couch. How many times does the visit aide have to be told... How many times does the mother have to be told... This child should not have to go through this.
Tomorrow is Chunks first dependency review. I have no idea what's going to happen. I get different stories from every member in the team and the attorney never bothered to come by. I did find out mom had her first two children severed and this is the 5th dependency for her. 2nd for Chunk.
In the past few weeks, more and more developmental concerns are coming about. Verbally, she is very behind. She talks a little but not much at all. She never mimics and doesn't talk back when someone talks to her. She's now rocking. Rocking so hard that if I don't hold the bumbo, she will tip it over. She's banging her head in the ground or into people. I have to pick her up or change her position to get her to stop. Pain doesn't stop her. All of this because someone wanted to get high, buzzed, drunk, stoned... Ugh.
So, we continue to move forward. My little family of three. I wouldn't trade any of it for the world.
-K




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