The munchkin is in the tub now w/the husband watching over her. To say I am frustrated is putting it mildly. The husband has been no help w/the little ones issues. He's a fantastic father, but seems to easily overlook her "issues". Every step forward that we've taken toward her improvement has been because I pushed, not him, and frankly I'm tired of always being the one to research everything. I'm tired of seeing that she's different from other children who I meet in play groups. It makes me feel bad. Ok, people compliment me on how pretty she is, and that may be so but she still has developmental issues. She still has behavior issues, and all because her bio-mother's roommate smoked meth and it was inhaled inutero.
I did mention her bio-mom to the SWW today and I called her the tummy mommy and said that she wasn't able to be her mommy so daddy and I adopted her...that she came from my heart. Hopefully she won't take me literally and think that my heart physically expanded to create her ;-).
Post infertility, adoption, a health condition, and living the best life possible
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