We kept plugging along one day at a time. We kept advocating for him at school and daycare. We kept telling ourselves it really isn't that bad. We told ourselves that he didn't really mean it when he screams out hatred to us. That he didn't really mean it when he tells us a plan for killing himself. We told ourselves that we could handle this.
So the calls from school this week felt normal. The rage Wednesday night felt normal. His out of control felt normal.
But it wasn't- and we realized this is bigger than us. It's bigger than him.
This little boy, who has struggled since we met him, becomes a giant when enraged. This giant takes up all the space in the room. He hogs the air and uses up all the energy of our entire family. The giant is growing bigger and stronger and scarier.
So we, his parents who chose to love and adore him, did the hardest thing of our lives. After spending more than 15 hours in the Emergency Department waiting for one of the precious and few beds for pediatric psych care in Roanoke, we admitted our little giant for inpatient care.
And the sun came up and our world felt dark and cold and sad.
Words describing things that we were told during admission is rarely ever needed like restraints and lithium are his new reality. The most precious hour of our day is now visitation, 5:30 - 6:30 Monday - Friday and 3:00 - 4:00 on Saturday and Sunday. And that hour and the other 23 we are numb. And sad. And exhausted. And trying to make sense of what doesn't and explain that to his little brother who fears he will never come home.
And desperately praying that this giant, who must now earn his shoes shrinks back to an eight year old little boy who can trust the people who love him, actually feel that love and move past the demons of his past who whisper hopelessness and lies into his ear.
And in our hope, we know there are no guarantees. Because sometimes when our kids hate and threat it's more than angry words they don't really mean... just ask Senator Deeds.
Asking for your prayers on this not so happy Saturday y'all!
Oh Robin . . . Renee has kept us in the prayer loop, but hearing your words strikes a chord. Know that our love and prayers continue for you and your beautiful family.ReplyDelete