stitches for owen :(

today was a day i wish we could have skipped thats for sure! owen and i woke up like normal, me in time to get the bigger boys off to school and owen early enough to watch the buses which he loves to do..
than it was some snuggle time on the couch and plans for hours of mickey mouse playing for my mickey mouse lover.. funny how he has to keep it going in the room even when hes busy doing other things..
but anyway ..
yep life was a typical normal day for us.. wash was going etc etc etc.
and than it happened..
owen was walking around with the nerf sword and must have tripped or whatever.. but he fell..
butt first into the curio cabinet.. i was on the phone with ron when it happened and hung up quickly because owen was screaming bloody murder..
pulled his shirt off since it had glass pieces on it, and started to check him over.. back, head, butt.. oh hell! there was a piece of glass sticking out from his diaper.. omg.. my heart still sinks thinking about it.
so i pulled the glass out and omg it was huge! looked at his butt and saw where it went in at, grabbed the phone and called my mom. that phone call went something like this *mom we gotta take owen to the hospital now* she said *okay on my way* and hung up.. i hurried tossed on a pair of jeans and my shoes.. tossed a clean shirt on owen and grabbed my purse, mother got here as i was just grabbing my purse and off we went.
poor ron didnt even get a phone call back until we were headed down the road. called him and told him we were taking owen to the ER and explained what all happened.. he told me *im on my way, i will meet you at the hospital* so he left his semi with his driver manager that happened to be working with him yesterday, took the driver managers truck back to the warehouse and jumped in the van.
we got to the ER and everything there went pretty quickly.. surprisingly enough the longer we were there the more owen was acting like his normal self. he was a bit iffy about the x-ray when they took the first one.. but the second x-ray he didnt seem to mind to much. when we got back from the second x-ray ron was in the room waiting on us in the ER with mother.
thankfully the doc said he didnt see anything on the x-ray but he said that glass is hard to see on an x-ray so to keep an eye on it as it heals.
doc went ahead and had us pre-numb him up before he did the main numbing.. once he was pre-numbed the doc came in and did the main numbing on him and than cleaned out his boo boo best he could as well as looked around to see if he could see any glass which he didnt..
owen ended up with 2 stitches in his butt.. still breaks my heart that my bubba got a booboo that required stitches :(
we came home and i dunno who was more wore out and tired.. me or owen but none the less we both laid down and took a good nap together.. i knew he was tired and i just wanted to lay and snuggle with him.
my poor poor bubba :(
its been a crazy 2 days and im ready for the craziness to give me a break because lawd knows i need it.

wyatts IEP update

Originally i was told that this would all take place in 2 separate meetings, however it ended up being one meeting all rolled into one.
The last tier wise it was easy, i mean yes we all know that the interventions that was being done wasnt working, that was obvious at tier 3 however you have to jump threw all the hoops to get the help..
with that being said it was time that we do the re-evaluation for wyatt needing special education, for him to get the extra help he needs in math tagged onto the IEP he already has.
because wyatt hasnt been tested since he first entered into special education we are going to have him re-tested on 3 different areas again, educational, psychological, and this time we are adding to it behavioral which that one hes never been tested for before.
The reason we are tagging on behavioral is because there are certain things that we are starting to really worry about and things that even for us are tossing red flags into the air.
for one, no one can seem to keep wyatts attention for very long. its not so much really if your in a one on one setting, for example if im sitting at the table doing homework with him and dont leave the table at all, i can normally keep him on track. however if i get up for any reason and leave the table, i loose wyatt, than you have to sit back down and get him back on task and get his focus back on what he is supposed to be doing. they are having this same issues in school with him however they arent able to sit next to him all day, lets face it there are another aprox 19 students in his classroom.
we have also noticed a big flag that popped up for me and i think his teacher got it as well when i pointed it out. in reading when all of this started, wyatt was having major issues with what they call *sight words* these are a list of words that a child should know by just looking at them, example the word *the* however when they would work with wyatt on sight words (both his reading helper and his 1st grade teacher) he was never consistent with what he knew. on day 1 he might know a group of lets say 5 words, on day 3 (test day 2) he would know only 2 of that original group and say 4 others from the list, however on day 5 (test day 3) he would know say 1 of the group from day 1, 2 from the group on day 3 and maybe 2 more new words. it was never consistent in what he knew from his sight word list.
now we are starting to see the same issue with his math, on day 1 he might know the answers to problems 1-5 .. however on day 3 he only knows 2 problems on that first group and a few others and than on day 5 he knows maybe 1 of the first days group, 2 of the second days group and were back to adding in a few more to tag onto what he knows today.
as i told his IEP team it is in my opinion that this is NOT normal and something that deff. needs to be looked into more. which is why im going to ask his doctor to do their own testing as well as get him into an actual eye doctor for an eye exam (weve noticed him hanging on the TV vs sitting and watching from a distance). Our appointment for the drs is on the 21st and the IEP team told me they would try to have his stuff back before than from his new testing so i can carry it with me.
Along with this we did discuss some of the issues that we have at home with wyatt, and one lady i think said it best, *when he gets home he is just done* and you know thats exactly what it is. exactly how he acts.. that he is just done with the day.
i did have to get a giggle out of the ladies telling me the normal, wyatt has a story for everything or a way to relate things to a story that he can and will share, wyatt is a talker thats for sure! than add to that the cute'ness of him telling his teacher that he used a calculator for homework and he i guess got a problem wrong and he informed her that she must be wrong because calculators do not lie *lol* only my youngin.
so thats where we are for now, and we will go on from here .. once we get the testing results back from the school and once we get the ball running with the doctors office, we will know more.

are you scared?

I dont know what it is these days but for about.. oh geesh 3 months or so something has totally been creeping me out, like big time creeping me out. the best way to explain this i suppose is jumping into my childhood.
Mother had been dating *R* for about a year when she decided that they should move in together, *R* never seemed to be that bad of a guy for the most part. It was clear that our mor-mor (moms mom) didnt think very highly of him but other than some minor (on the grand scale of things in years to come) incidents, *R* was a pretty good guy .. after all he did *love* this woman and accepted that she had to kids (ah this is one of them times that you wish you had a crystal ball or at least had the abilities to take the wolf out of the sheeps clothing and expose his true colors). none the less mother thought he was *perfect* and so she decided to move herself and us girls in with him (wonder if looking back she sees that as a big mistake now)~
we were living in our first rental home that we lived in together as this *family* and well honestly its where my sister and i's really hell began in life ~ but thats another story for another day.
anyways.. i cant say that life was always horrible, grant it on the scales of life it was much worse than it was good but i cant delete out the *good* parts even though they were far and few in between. however im not sure what category to put this one under. funny i havent given it much thought in years, at least not until the last 3 months. and to be honest its kind of freaking me out.
we were living on clark street in Hammond and im not sure what possessed *R* to do it but mother says it was near halloween, i cant tell you what time of year it was, just that i remember it being cold out.
he sat us girls down and went into this huge long story about this man who escaped from a mental institution, from his crimes he committed, murders and such, and how he was this huge danger to society as a whole, down to the details of his clothing, hair, etc etc etc. i cant even remember all the details of the story.. but i will never forget that we were getting ready for bed that cold night when it all happened.
the place we rented was an upstairs apartment of a house, the main level of the home. the landlords had renovated the basement and lived there. there was this enclosed back porch and 2 back doors, one of which was on our apartment that led you into the enclosed back porch and one off of the back porch which lead you outside. we were in the kitchen area which had 2 rooms off of it, mother and *R*s room as well as the one bathroom.
anyways .. there we were in the kitchen when all of the sudden this person who *R* described in grave detail, popped up in the enclosed back porch beating on the back door leading into the apartment and trying to get in, my sister and i screaming, crying and just generally freaking out ran into the bathroom.. with no escape from there .. i think most would have ran out the door in the opposite direction of the crazy escapee but not us, we ran into a bathroom with no escape.
of course mother and *R* thought it was so hysterical .. because of course the man who was trying to break into our home was *R* himself in a mask.. but to us it was just so real.. maybe it was our age? i dunno but i still can feel the fear ~
now i hadnt thought about this at all until about 3 months ago.. now though, it haunts me daily..
only in the dark hours of the night or morning, when i go to let my clyde out to use the bathroom do i think about it. maybe it was triggered by the psycho looking (im guessing) homeless man we saw walking down the street shouting at mother car that triggered it, im not sure. but whatever it is or was.. its freaking me out and i cant find the answer yet.
I however freak out every time i have to let my clyde in or out of the house, that same fear that i felt as a child comes back.. i have to close the big door into the house, lock the screen door, and see as far as i can as well as i can before unlocking the door to let clyde in or out of the house, i always always expect to see a deranged looking lunatic beating on the back door..
quite honestly its totally freaking me out and i dont know what to do.. why now? why all these years later?
thankfully when ron is home and awake he handles letting clyde in and out of the house since we have talked about it, but of course thats not always possible.
is it a sign of something to come? a warning? is it my mind screwing with my head yet again? is it *R* haunting me possibly from the grave? okay maybe that ones a bit far fetched. but still.. is it?
ive looked, googled and searched for any sign of *R* but have found nothing.. maybe i will talk it over with my sister and see what she says.. maybe she has some indication or even is going threw the same thing? im not sure.. one thing i am sure of is its freaking the crap out of me.. day in and day out month after month and i wish to hell it would stop already!