Ok.. here is a very long story made short. The Day care was lying to us and Luke was not adjusting. We noticed he started to act out at home and would panic everytime we tried to drop him off. Then it carried over that he would panic if he went to Granny's, he would panic if he was in his little bed and not in ours. The short of it is if he was not in the same room as both his parents then he would absolutely come apart. The final straw was when he started saying, "don't cry baby" to himself and would also say, " I cry , I bad" and " I cry daddy not come for me" and then quit talking all together. Now mind you, they were sending home reports that he was having a great day, everyday. I decided something was rotten in Denmark and went in about 1 pm to check on him. I could hear him crying when I walked in the door and his class was at the end of the building. I walked in and the teacher immediately said, this is seperation anxiety he will be fine. Well I have a degree in early childhood development and I knew that was CRAP it had been 6 weeks. SO, I stay for 3 hours with him on my lap and he never stopped crying or repeating over and over , " I fine I fine I fine" I knew if it was seperation anxiety then he would have calmed down since I was there. He never did. We left and never went back, paid for the 2 weeks notice of course, but I did not care. We called an emergency meeting of his therapists and both of them were glad I had pulled him. He was in sensory overload. The speech therapist had said she was in the process of calling me when I pulled him because she noticed hewas signing to the teachers and asking for stuff and they would just ignore him or tell him to stop crying. They had told me they knew sign language and I even gave them a book on signing with children, so needless to say I was livid! She confronted the teacher, and asked if they did not realize he was trying to communicate with them. They said no, but it is hard with a class of 17 to notice one 2 year old trying to sign. Pardon my french for 2 minutes but would it be hard to notice my foot so far up your arse that the water on my knee would quench your thirst? Well, Luke had stopped talking intelligibly and they did another speech evaluation and he had gone Backwards!!! I was so mad... so Luke is home where he belongs with ME... the hospital and credit cards filled with Medical Debt can kiss my chubby bottom!!

I work from home as a virtual assistant with a great family friendly company and Luke plays in the office with me while I work. It isn't a full time job, but we will make due. We desperately need a new home...but of course since we did not overextend ourselves on our mortgage, there is no bailout for us. But I am a happy mom!! With a beautiful baby boy I adore!! That is all I need. Hopefully now that most of the drama of December and January have passed I can blog a little more often.

Life as a happy mom is awesome!!

Things have changed

I will blog it out later , but Luke did not do well in daycare. He is home with me..