Ive been trying to catch my breath for the passed few days, but I haven't been able too just yet. Friday morning I had a D&C it wasn't too physically painful, but certainly is an emotional process.
I had just gotten out of the hospital and the daycare called "Lil' Man is out of control and needs to be picked up." This despite the fact I told them NOT to call me to call his case worker if there was any problems.
Hubby went and got him, and its been down hill since then. He peed all over the place, because he's mad. Mad that he's leaving, and I can understand that.
He had a good day Saturday, but yesterday was hell. He was on full force. Fighting us tooth and nail. He wore himself out from "fighting" that he slept from 8pm until 9am.
Today I took him for a playdate at chick fil a. He was playing in the play area. One of my friends kids came over shouting "someone pooped in their pants." I knew right away it was my little bugger.
So I scooped him up and told him we had to go home because I did not have a change of clothes. He took off, I grabbed him before he could get up the stairs. He screamed, hit, and kicked. I had to carry him (despite the fact that I am not supposed to lift over 20lbs) kicking and scream all the way to the car.
I spent the majority of the afternoon packing the rest of his stuff. Tonight we're going to dinner with hubbies family, and then to watch the fireworks.
In a matter of days our lives have been turned upside down. While I know Lil' Man needs more help than we can give him, it doesn't make this process any easier.
I love that little guy and I wish nothing but the best for him in the future.