So, I'm back. I think.
I need an outlet again, and you guys and the world of the blog were very therapeutic.
So here I am.
Lets see. Dawn did indeed get prego, and now has a special needs, medically fragile infant--born two months early to an emergency c-section with gastroschisis (intstines, liver and stomach on the outside instead of inside) and extra fluid on her brain. She is not coping with motherhood well, and I may have to make a second call to social services.
Leigh eventually was released from residential way too early. Even the state medical director in charge of the entire system agreed she needed to stay, but ordered her released based on the rules and regs of the state system. It's been an incredibly turbulent 7 months, in which time Leigh discovered the joys of pot and has decided to live elsewhere because we will not allow her to use drugs at home.
Danae is doing well, preparing to graduate and spreading her wings.
The babies are both toddlers now and are probably going to be a permanent addition.
I'm hanging on thanks to sheer force of will (where I got it, I have no idea) and modern pharmacology (who knew xanax was so nice?!)
Any way, I need to vent, and there are lots of stories to tell.
ba-deep ba-deep ba-deep . . .
7 years ago