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.