Parenting one or more disabled children involves many unexpected roles, including becoming a fighter. In an ideal world a family would get information, appointments, a plan and advocacy support at the same time as a diagnosis. But that almost never happens. Instead families are pitched against each other for scarce resources all fighting a system that seems determined to deny our children what they need and deserve. But sometimes persistence pays off and I have to report that I finally FINALLY won the battle to get effective help and support for youngest.
This is giving me a bit more free time (less than you might think though!) so I’m doing a bit of catching up, from boring stuff like filing, paperwork (and finding lots of things to chase up, oops!) to fun stuff like my first proper run since I got injured.
There’s also been lots of sleeping, apart from one night when my disabled daughter B was awake from 3am. For the first time ever I tried hoisting her onto the toilet in the middle of the night, but that wasn’t the problem. She wasn’t upset, just chatting and singing along to the music channel on the telly. Perhaps there was a full moon, I forgot to check!
The house has been calm and sometimes empty: less demands on me means more gets done, and time for the occasional leisurely bath instead of quick showers.
Of course I left the house a lot too: I caught up with friends, carried on bungalow hunting, and began the round of medical checks that are pretty essential once you’re in your 50s… And it seems that my eyes are healthy. Phew!
I know this is just a lull, and there will be more battles ahead, but for now I intend to enjoy the peace.
Sharing with Reasons to be Cheerful hosted this week by Mummy from the Heart.