1. School Drama.
It totally diffused itself. I spent all weekend and week studying SpEd laws and putting all of my ducks into carefully orchestrated little rows and then yesterday I received a phone call from the special education coordinator who said, "I spoke to my supervisor and if you can just get us a letter from your pediatrician stating that KayTar has an underlying medical reason for the frequent absences, that will take care of things." TA DA! I have a feeling that she brought up homebounding to her supervisor who quickly set her straight, but that is just my inference. Regardless of the reason, I WIN! She keeps her placement and I don't have to send notes for every.single.absence. (She's had two just this week, Monday for the allergic reaction and today for another fever.)
2. Allergic Reaction.
We are now a peanut-free household. Because trace amounts of peanuts from cross-contamination were the only commonality between the two reactions, and because it was the only allergen she showed a response to, that is thought to be the culprit. Me? I'm slightly terrified now, because if that was her reaction to TEENY TRACES from cross-contamination, what in the world will happen if she gets a hold of the real thing? (Don't answer that, I already know.) I'm already tempted to never sleep again after realizing she was reacting all night long and I didn't even think about that being a reason for her restlessness. The pediatrician's statement that "The good news is she didn't anaphylax while you were sleeping." is both comforting and terrifying because, OH MY GOD, what if she anaphylaxes while I'm sleeping?! Such peaceful thoughts to lull me to sleep.
As of Saturday, the kids lose their coverage. We've gotten everything worked out, except for the fact that Josh's HR department seems completely unable to do their jobs and although we've been asking for certain paperwork for WEEKS, they still haven't done it. Urgent and time sensitive are foreign concepts to them, evidently, so my kids are going to lose insurance coverage, at least until our appeal can be processed. We filed it today, with absolutely no help from his HR department, so the coverage will lapse during the time it takes them to process the appeal. It is resolvable, thankfully, but it would have been taken care of weeks ago if his employer would have put in one teeny, tiny ounce of assistance. I'm clearly not bitter, but I may have said something to the effect of, "I WILL THROTTLE THEM!" when he told me that although they told him last week they had faxed the proper information, yesterday after he left them several messages, they emailed him and sheepishly said, "Can we get the mailing address, too, so we can send a hard copy WHEN WE FAX IT." making it clear that they actually never faxed the information and just told him that to make him stop asking. But no, I am clearly not bitter about this or the fact that if they just offered comprehensive AFFORDABLE insurance, we wouldn't be jumping through these hoops at all. Not bitter.
4. Sick, sick, sick.
KayTar is sick again. SHOCKER. It looks like another upper respiratory infection, her illness of choice, but I think we're going to go see the pediatrician today to be on the safe side, since as of Saturday she is no longer insured. (NOT BITTER, THOUGH.) Josh is once again relegated to the land of fairies and princesses. It keeps the magic alive only getting to sleep in the same bed every couple of weeks or so. ;) KayTar talked my ear off all night long, as she does when her fever spikes, exclaiming things in her sleep, "Stylish! I'm so stylish!", having conversations with me while she was awake, and dramatically overreacting when I had to use the bathroom, "But WHY, Mom? WHY did you LEAVE ME?!". Thank God for coffee.