Quickly going to copy and paste what I posted on a message board about my day yesterday; basically an explanation of what happened quickly with Nick’s daycare center… Yesterday was one heck of a day. After throwing up all the attempted sips of ice tea and after trying to eat FOODMENT lucky charms ENDFOODMENT I wasn’t doing very well. My phone rang around 1pm. It was the insurance company. Which is always a good sign. They have assigned me a nurse to call and check up on me and the HG progress, etc. I explained to her how I was still sick, was in the ER on Friday for IVs again. After much understanding, sympathy, and giving me some GREAT HG ideas (ones that I’ve read here and tried) I was quite impressed. Remind you, this is a nurse from Georgie from the insurance company. (I’m in WI) An insurance company thats more knowledgeable about HG than my own doctors office. Go figure. She informed me that she had sent out the paperwork for the Zofran pump in the end of May. The doctors office never sent anything back or contacted them back. I told her how I was having problems with all my doctor saying was “She will be better soon.” She was telling me, “Well, if he doesn’t approve this zofran pump; get a new doctor. I will send you a listing of new doctors in your area. Call them ask them their opinions on putting you on the pump before you even go see them, etc.” Once again, quite impressed. So I was irritated that the doctors office never even sent the paperwork back for something they are willing to give but he doesn’t “believe I need” it seems. After discussing that all with the insurance company, my DS(4) daycare center called. (QUICK background; Really high class daycare center, that I really can’t afford but its in the right area. I get daycare assistance through the state. They make me feel like low class trash most of the time. Look at me crazy because Nickolas has a broken home from his father and I)Every day for the past 2-3 weeks, daycare has had a problem with SOMETHING my son has done. Now, my fiance picks him up and drops him off because I don’t drive. They refuse to tell him anything regarding his day. They hand him the daily progress sheet and send them on their way. (Yet, he’s allowed to pay the tuition bill and sign accident report slips.) Anyways, every single day I’ve been getting a progress slip that says something on it negative. “He was hitting his friends today. He ate dead bugs. He was very emotional. He needed a lot of guidance from his teachers and our staff.” ETC ETC Well they called yesterday to further discuss whats going on. They tried setting up an evaluation with my school district for Nick. They wanted him to get evaluated because they think he needs special ed. Now , my son is by far the smartest little boy I know. He just doesn’t want to do stuff sometimes. When he doesn’t want to do something, he doesn’t. Simple as that. (Since my DS has been at this daycare center, they’ve wanted me to take him to see the doctor to discuss there issues with his behavior. Doctor simply said, “He’s four years old. He’s going through a phase. The daycare wants him on medication because they don’t want to watch him.”The director of the daycare center was on the phone with me for 45 minutes. During that time, I cried with her on the phone, I screamed at the top of my lungs, I threw up from yelling, and I said a whole lot of swear words. She kept telling me that the “school” was concerned about Nick’s well being because he puts everything in his mouth. Now we have a problem occasionally with him chewing on a few toys, but thats all. They have a problem suddenly with him doing it every second of every day. He supposively went to the park and was “just chomping away on dandelions.” Now, my son, in my supervision, has never ONCE ate flowers, grass, or dirt. She was going on and on about how she’s worried about her staff having to watch him 24 hours a day, 7 days a week non stop. LONG explanation short… I felt as though I wasn’t good enough for them. They were trying to figure out a way to get Nickolas out of their “precious perfect” daycare center. This has been going on for weeks. When I ask Nickolas why he did the things they say he did he either says A.) I didn’t do that. (Insert another child’s name) did and wanted me to do it too. B.) Because my teachers and friends don’t like me. They make fun of me and hurt me all day. Nickolas got to the point of not wanting to go to that daycare center period. He would cry and cry that his teachers and friends hated him. After this lady started asking what was going on at home that could be causing “Nickolas to act out” I explained the whole HG and how I’ve been feeling. She then proceeded on making me feel 100% inadequate as a parent. “Well WE are concerned about Nickolas. You denied the school district to do the evaluation and we want to know why. We have ran out of answers to help him. We wanted you to do the evaluation so Nickolas can get the help he needs. We don’t understand why you would want to deny him that.” And through out the entire conversation she would continue to say stuff like “We are concerned about him. We don’t know how much more to help him.” Makes me wonder, if they were so concerned why they didn’t EVER discuss this with me directly; instead of just leaving little cliff notes on his daily sheets. I was balling by the time I got off the phone with her. Not only did I have a bad day with how I was feeling but here this is lady is making me feel as though I didn’t care about my child at all. (There is obviously A LOT MORE to the story than I was able to type. I’m already typing a book LOL) I was extremely upset after speaking with her. I called up my fiance and explained the situation. He was fuming mad also. “Just who do they think they are?! They’re not better than neither you or I. Nickolas will NOT be going back tomorrow.” So, he went and paid the tuition, got all of Nickolas’ things, and told them “He wont be returning.” Nickolas was SO extremely happy. Luckily since I’m out of work on medical leave (and more than likely not returning to work after the medical leave is over) we don’t have to worry about daycare for now. So, yea… I needed to vent big time. I’ve come to the point where I don’t even want to answer my phone anymore on a bad day. This is what I get when I do. Nickolas is spending his days at home with me now while my fiance is working and bringing in the dough. I’m just waiting for the daycare center to be calling me asking for an explanation for our taking Nick out of their center. What a day it was.

Written on Wednesday June 18th, 2008 at 12:07pm || Filed under: Parenting ||