Hey everyone.
Thanks for the kind words and support.
Mrs. M-Your story about the potty made me feel better. I really wanted to rip that thing to shreds, but I didn't want to scare Yeardley. Have you even seen "Office Space?" If you have, I wanted to do to that green machine what they did to the printer. We also have a closet under our stairs. I call it the "Harry Potter Bedroom." It has so much crap in it that everytime I go in there, there is MORE crap in there. None of it which I put there. If I need any of my cleaning things, like the green machine or the vacuum, or the steam mop, I knock over twenty other things trying to get to them. I almost took a mop and shoved it through the wall because I was so angry, but this house is rented, and I didn't think my husband would appreciate losing our 5K deposit.
There is a mental health clinic by the hospital. I went there while I was pregnant, but my doctor had a preemie too, and she is gone off the island. The other doctor who took her place (who I've seen before) told me to make an appointment with someone else because he doesn't have time. I've pretty much lost faith in all healthcare here, and just need to leave. The last doctor I saw was the one who said she didn't feel comfortable prescribing the medication I'm on long term. So I'm just waiting for the medication to run out so I can have the nervous breakdown I so desperately deserve.
I was thinking about what you said Mrs. M about if you hadn't lost the last baby, you wouldn't be having the baby you are carrying now. My last MC was in September 2011. That baby would have been due in May, one month before Yeardley was born because she was so early. I wouldn't have Yeardley if I had been able to carry that baby to term. It may sound awful to say, but I'm glad I got Yeardley. Despite all of her issues, I wouldn't trade her for any other child. I was meant to have HER. That's how I look at it. She was born so that she could change my life and make me a better person. A stronger person.
I love her so much, I couldn't imagine my life without her.