One of those unplanned days, that just kind of kept going on and on, not in a bad way, just forward momentum. Took my middle son to the Doctor again...so many medical issues for him, wish he could just catch a break. He was born at 31 weeks, cocaine addicted. Birth mom loved her drugs. She enjoyed her Heroine, alcohol, crack, anything she could get her hands on...she was/is a very sick addict. Meanwhile her unborn fetus (my son) ingested all of the venom she poured/poked/smoked into herself. He was hospitalized for only 10 days in the NICU and discharged to our then "foster home". He only saw her one more time for a visit, and she tried to feed him a bottle, and grew easily frustrated, as she was "jonezing" herself. She said she couldn't do this anymore and never saw him again. I give her credit for knowing what she could and couldn't do. Doesn't help my anger and resentment though. He had surgery when he was 2 months old --stomach issues. Again at 8 months old--trachea collapsed 75%, Again at 34 months, issues with his private parts. He has asthma, GERD (tummy problems), feeding issues (very picky eater..to the point of an eating disorder-he eats only to live). He is ADHD, Dr. feels has a mood disorder (ped. bipolar), anxious, Learning Disorders, in Spec. Ed. soon (he is failing IEP is soon), and takes his medications daily like a trooper in his own war against himself. And to top this all off, has to have surgery again at 8 years old, on his private parts again. He seems to have some sort of hormone issue that shouldn't be occuring yet. WHAT the? How much can this soul take? He was crying today when it was time for the blood test. Not because he isn't brave, but because he is scared. He can't remember all of times he was poked and proded by Doctors, but somehow he was just not going to take it today. The Rn who was given the task to draw his blood did a fine job being patient. It was over and my baby wiped his tears. This was a two sticker treat today. He knows surgery is coming soon, and wants to be "fixed". Today he told me that he loves me so much that he doesn't need any other mom,ever. I know what he was telling me. We have been through all of this together, We conquer his fears and medical complexities together, and we will continue to do so. We try to make it just another day in paradise, but it was nothing but ordinary. I am blessed!