Trauma Sucks

Hope wigged out last night. As directed by waiver worker, we called 911 and the crises person . Crisis person is 2+ hours away, a policemen and 2 EMTs show up. Hope stops throwing furniture and starts screaming in terror. Joe went to the hospital with her in the ambulance. I  spent 30 minutes tapping GB back to this planet.  My oldest RAD (26) took the opportunity to tell me I should be happy because this is what I have been waiting for. 

Trauma sucks. RAD sucks. I can't sleep.

PTSD and Me

My grandson is sick. I am concerned. Besides being concerned, it changes my day. MK is doing a great job at meeting Mali's needs and he is attached. MK is also still battling the adult versions of what RAD left behind. When Mali is sick, all her fears and insecurities come rushing back. So today is being spent with MK staying close. I will drive them to the doctors and I will do my best to meet my daughter's needs in a loving way. She needs it. She deserves it. I am praying for the strength to give it to her.

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MK and birth parents.

MK and Booboo Prepare for Court

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God is good! Malachi is here!

MK did a super job and Malachi is here. Pictures on my other blog, An Adoptive Mom, Family # 2