Today I find it especially hard. Today one year ago my beautiful determined spirited Teen #2 took what should have been a lethal dose of medication. 13 hours later I found her paralyzed in her bed barel responsive. Today is the day I fought for her care as some of the staff at the hospital though my then 13 year old was an 18-20 year old junkie and should be treated as such.
I never left her side. Not even when she was in a locked psychiatric room unaware of her surroundings or of her self. It took a week for the Doctors to say she was "Medically Clear" to be moved to the adolescent psychiatric unit. There we were forced to separate & myself to go home.
Another 4 days of fighting with staff & outside agencies till we had an acceptable discharge plan.
A year later & it still hurts like it was yesterday.
Today she's on the very slow path to treatment. The treatment center she is at is actually a working farm. They are having a snow day today. Which includes treats games and a hole wack of movies in the "homestead building".
Though I can not hold her close today I've spoken with her on the phone. (Thank heavens for all inclusive long distance plans let me tell you!)
So this one year later and a new year I am thankful for this wonderful chance of still having my Pixie with us.