to the psychiatric hospital. It's his first hospitalization since '05. He needs to be there, the violence has been increasing again now that he is over the flu.
At first he was excited to be going (leave it to my difficult child) and then he was a bit sad about it.
It was nice when we first got there because the nurse immediately recognized him. They are so nice up there. I love how they all wear street clothing and no uniforms.
He is the only child in the entire wing. The adolescents are on the other wing.
He called once today and I wasn't home (went to the health club). He talked to husband. I was surprised that he actually asked for me first. I called him back and told him I love him. He even said it back. He said he was having a good time.
We'll go see him tomorrow during visiting hours. He was wondering why we didn't come today. We explained we had spent the morning with him before bringing him in and then visited before he left. His concept of time is so skewed.
I know he needs to be there and that it is a good hospital. What I'm wondering is why I feel so much worse about this hospitalization than the other two times? Maybe it was because he is the only one there and that seems so lonely? I really don't know.
I feel like crying but am afraid I won't stop once I start.
At first he was excited to be going (leave it to my difficult child) and then he was a bit sad about it.
It was nice when we first got there because the nurse immediately recognized him. They are so nice up there. I love how they all wear street clothing and no uniforms.
He is the only child in the entire wing. The adolescents are on the other wing.
He called once today and I wasn't home (went to the health club). He talked to husband. I was surprised that he actually asked for me first. I called him back and told him I love him. He even said it back. He said he was having a good time.
We'll go see him tomorrow during visiting hours. He was wondering why we didn't come today. We explained we had spent the morning with him before bringing him in and then visited before he left. His concept of time is so skewed.
I know he needs to be there and that it is a good hospital. What I'm wondering is why I feel so much worse about this hospitalization than the other two times? Maybe it was because he is the only one there and that seems so lonely? I really don't know.
I feel like crying but am afraid I won't stop once I start.