We put David in the hospital for a psych eval today.
The hardest things I have ever done involve placing him in the hospital.
Today was no different.
In my reality, I want my little boy to be home, surrounded by his family. safe. protected.
In his reality, things are much different. We are the enemy. Today the last thing that he said to me as he walked through the doors, “good luck getting me to come home.”
I will continue to fight for David, to ensure that he gets the best care possible.
I would love nothing more than to bring him home and keep him here.
I won’t go through the ins and outs of what happened today to push for this placement, but it was, in part, requested by David. I just delivered on my promise that certain behaviors would earn him a stay in the hospital.
So, please, pray for David. That he may experience relief the from the demons that torture him mentally.
Pray for the family that we always do the best we can for David. He deserves nothing less than our very best, after all, he didn’t ask to be the way he is. It was foisted on him by a selfish woman who shares his DNA.
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So sorry. I know you fight this, wanting the best for him, but feeling guilty sending him away. You are doing the best you can for him. Do not forget this. I’m proud of you and all you do. You are a terrific day. Hang in there. Get sleep. Tomorrow is a new day.
My heart breaks for you. I can’t imagine any parent wanting to be in your shoes right now. Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to admit we can’t fix something.
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