It's late and I really shouldn't be posting on my blog at this hour. I am too emotional. Emotions and tiredness do not mix well. I am depressed at the moment. I try to be strong but at this moment I am not. I can't sleep. It's 12:30am and a nurse will be at my house in about 7 1/2 hours to administer Sophie another injection. These shots are wearing on me and even more so on Sophie. The thought of her not being able to go to preschool makes me so sad. She has made so much progress there. But she has much more progress to be made. But she is making progress so I should be happy about that, right? I am happy. I am ecstatic about it. I am just tired of being happy about it...if that makes sense??? It is just that I wish it would all come naturally. That it is not so much work. Everything Sophie does is analyzed 100 times over. Sophie's current therapist count...15 (currently she is only working with 9 different therapist). Sophie's current doctor count...4 pediatric neurologist in 3 different states, 3 orthotist in 2 different states, 2 pediatricians, 1 developmental pediatrician, 1 ENT, 1 ophthalmologist and 1 hematologist.
Then there is the guilt factor. Guilt that I am not working hard enough. Guilt that I am not grateful enough. Guilt that I am sad. How can I be sad when Sophie is considered one of the "lucky" ones?!?! How can I be sad when I am fortunate to get such incredible care for Sophie?!?! Guilt that I am even talking about myself. Guilt that I am even writing this post.
I am grateful. I do realize the "what ifs". That is why I feel guilty for feeling the way I feel.
The only good thing about this post is that Sophie is still sleeping. She made it past the midnight hour. That is when she usually wakes up (somewhere between 12am and 1am). So maybe I can sleep with some peace now...maybe I can stop holding my breath.
Then there is the guilt factor. Guilt that I am not working hard enough. Guilt that I am not grateful enough. Guilt that I am sad. How can I be sad when Sophie is considered one of the "lucky" ones?!?! How can I be sad when I am fortunate to get such incredible care for Sophie?!?! Guilt that I am even talking about myself. Guilt that I am even writing this post.
I am grateful. I do realize the "what ifs". That is why I feel guilty for feeling the way I feel.
The only good thing about this post is that Sophie is still sleeping. She made it past the midnight hour. That is when she usually wakes up (somewhere between 12am and 1am). So maybe I can sleep with some peace now...maybe I can stop holding my breath.