i'm trying really hard to be patient with-all of this, the process, difficult child, yet there are times i'm totally frustrated beyond belief. have no release for it and just wanna shake her to be honest.
i sit here each day with liquids, watchiing her now chewing foods and spitting them out her new thing now to get the taste. her telling me shes starving yet the kid wont' swallow food.
i walk into her room it smells like pee, she's been wetting bed every single night, mattresses are shot. stupid dr from princeton told me chuck pull ups so we did he said it made her feel "special" jerk. so long story short we went with-that thought process. now it's too late mattresses are ruined and honestly i dont' wanna tell husband guess what we gotta go buy two mattresses now also.
her room's a freaking mess, she's hoarind beyond belief. i didnt' clean it because i don't wanna raise her anxiety of throwing junk out.
basically i've just had it at this very moment. i'm tired, look like **** each day, have absolutely no life or time to even go to a store alone, or walk my dog alone. i'm tired of her telling me she is starving yet can't swalllow anything. i'm finding this is turning into our way of life. what was supposed to be a bump in the road is now the road.
she's laying in bed right now sucking peanut butter off a spoon and drinking milk because she's starving. i have been doing a great job of making like life's normal, being calm, etc. yet i've freaking had it. i really have.
thanks for letting me get that out. ahh breath
i sit here each day with liquids, watchiing her now chewing foods and spitting them out her new thing now to get the taste. her telling me shes starving yet the kid wont' swallow food.
i walk into her room it smells like pee, she's been wetting bed every single night, mattresses are shot. stupid dr from princeton told me chuck pull ups so we did he said it made her feel "special" jerk. so long story short we went with-that thought process. now it's too late mattresses are ruined and honestly i dont' wanna tell husband guess what we gotta go buy two mattresses now also.
her room's a freaking mess, she's hoarind beyond belief. i didnt' clean it because i don't wanna raise her anxiety of throwing junk out.
basically i've just had it at this very moment. i'm tired, look like **** each day, have absolutely no life or time to even go to a store alone, or walk my dog alone. i'm tired of her telling me she is starving yet can't swalllow anything. i'm finding this is turning into our way of life. what was supposed to be a bump in the road is now the road.
she's laying in bed right now sucking peanut butter off a spoon and drinking milk because she's starving. i have been doing a great job of making like life's normal, being calm, etc. yet i've freaking had it. i really have.
thanks for letting me get that out. ahh breath