(It's a hole in the ground don't cha know).
I think I am slightly delirious.
I have had pretty much no sleep since I don't know when.
I took Ryley to the local hospital last night, only to be told "You would be better off going to the RCH".
I had to 'convince' an intern (who seriously looked like he was 12 years old) that I had brought Ryley to the hospital for an actual reason, not just because I wanted to hang out.
We still have no answers about what is wrong with Ryley (because since my last post he became crap again). Although he has seemed better today. Do I dare even say that??
Braeden is ridiculously unsettled, and has decided to compensate by breastfeeding all night.
I went to a mind blowlingly offensive seminar yesterday on grief and loss for parents who have a child with a disability. It was so offensive that we walked out.
The scary thing is that it was for professionals who work and advocate for families who have a child or adult with a disability.
Is it too much to ask that my Ryley gets better?
I am praying for some sleep tonight. I am praying that Ryley gets better. I am praying for some normality to return to our lives. Because I am sick and tired of sickness and tiredness.