Update

I know it's been forever since I've written anything, but I know there are still a few of you subscribed, so I thought I'd provide you with an update. Chelsea is doing wonderful in her new home. In a few months she has gotten to experience more than she would in a lifetime of living with me. She has a new wardrobe. She has been to the beach in South Carolina. She was present at the birth of her new cousin. She has learned to cook. She has started an exercise class with her foster mom. She is finally having the life she so richly deserves. As for me, all the health issues I was having while she was still here turned out to be cancer and I am so glad she was not here during my treatment and surgery. All is well and I have been given a clean bill of health, but I don't know how on earth I would have taken care of her during all of that. Once again, I believe I have made the best decision for Chelsea.

The Right Thing To Do

It's been awhile since I've posted, mostly because between taking care of Chelsea and my escalating health problems, I just chose not to make time for blogging. Depression also played a role in my decision not to blog, I just couldn't deal with one more thing that needed done. I decided to come back today to let all of you know about some major changes that are taking place. Over the last few months I escalated my attempts to get some sort of help caring for Chelsea. My requests were always met with a negative response. It seems there truly is no help in the rural area I live in. I spoke with the local chapter of the Down Syndrome Association and, nope, nothing like that here. I called Job and Family Services, sorry, no help here. One evening, I sat down and really took a long, hard look at the situation. I had just come from the doctor, where I was informed that if I didn't do something about my stress level, I would soon have either a heart attack or stroke. Great advice, but how does one do that under these circumstances? That was the question I had to answer, and answer quickly. I looked at my struggling marriage, my 18 hour workday, my house that never gets clean anymore, and that sweet child who doesn't get the attention she deserves, and made a hard decision. I called Child Protective Services. To cut to the crux of this story, Chelsea is being placed in foster care. Her new foster mom is someone who is a special education teacher, a trusted friend and who Chelsea loves intensely. She will be living a block away from me. She will have a brand new set of bunk beds for sleepovers and a new wardrobe. She will be spending a week at the beach every summer. Sweet Chelsea is moving on to a new and wonderful life, the one she should have had from the day she was born. I have cried until I can cry no more, but I am comforted by the fact that no matter how hard it is to give her up, it is the right thing to do. After some time has passed, I think I can then start to put my own life back together, although I don't know what that life will be, I will manage, and I will know that Chelsea is safe and loved. For those of you who have been supportive and understanding throughout the time of this blog - you are good people and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your support is so important to those who are struggling, and I know I'm not the only one. I was just one of the few willing to put my struggles out there for all to see. To those of you who were judgemental and full of condemnation, well, what goes around comes around; I wish you well. I may be back with updates on Chelsea's life, or I may not, but either way, I did the right thing.

Another day in paradise

I woke up to a beautiful morning this morning. The sun was streaming in through the window, a pleasant breeze bringing me the scent of fresh air. In my state of not being quite awake, I thought "What a nice morning, maybe we'll go have some breakfast somewhere." Then I woke up. Then I felt the sadness wash over me. I remembered that there are no more pleasant breakfasts with hubby at the local diner, no more mornings spent cuddling and enjoying the sunshine. No more mornings spent planning our future over coffee. This is our future, right here, right now. Do I regret giving up my future to insure that Chelsea has one? Not a bit. Do I desperately wish there was another solution? Absolutely. During the few short weeks my son had Chelsea, he signed her up on the group home waiting list in an adjoining county. The case worker told me that he told her point blank that he would not take care of her until she is 18. What a tragedy that this loving little girl is the subject of so much controversy, that her own father doesn't want to take care of her. It is the one thing that makes me ashamed of my son. I pray daily that some solution that is truly best for all, most of all Chelsea, will come to light. No matter what the cost, I will not abandon her or put her in a bad situation just because I want my life back. I will continue to love her, take care of her, and then cry in private for as long as it takes to find a solution. All of you who pray, please pray for us, for our family, for Chelsea. She deserves the best, and I am not capable of giving her more than mediocre, so please pray for something wonderful for her.

The Phone Call

Yesterday I got a call from the group home. Chelsea has been on the waiting list for about a year. They said they had an opening for her, but it was in a co-ed home. I turned it down. As badly as I want my life back, I couldn't accept the placement knowing she would be housed with grown men. I told them I would just wait for an opening at the all female home. Part of me wants there to be an opening tomorrow, part of me doesn't want there to ever be an opening. Sometimes I think I'm just crazy!

Trying to have a nice outing

We have been pinned up in the house together for so long, no money for gas, no money to do anything, no babysitter to go out by ourselves. Today we decided to splurge and spend the gas money to go geoaching http://www.geocaching.com Of course, Chelsea went along, because no matter what we do, she always has to come with us. The first location was a wooded area on a really steep incline and there was a pond at the bottom. I couldn't enjoy it very much because I was worried she'd roll down the hill and into the water. Ever try hiking while holding someones hand? The second location was in a cemetery, so I didn't have to watch her as close. The whole time we were looking for the cache she was babbling and shouting "I found it, look, I found a tree!" Another {ahem} enjoyable family outing. When I was younger and my kids were little, these kinds of outings were the norm, and I accepted it as part of being a parent. I can't seem to do that with her. Perhaps because even at 13 yrs old or 17 yrs old, she will always be like a 4 yr old, so no hope of it getting easier.Perhaps because at 48 yrs old, the last thing I want to do is raise a child, especially once who is eternally infantile. Perhaps because this whole thing was forced upon me.

Strange one today

Today she had a bag packed, complete with jeans, shirt, undies, and sunglasses ( apparently there are no socks needed where she was going ). Of course, I got no intelligible answer out of her as to why. I can't help but wonder if it was just more strange behavior, or did the pedophile down the street talk to her about coming to his house, or was she going to try to go somewhere on her own? The possibilities are horrifyingly endless.

Camp?

Chelsea's camp packet came in the mail today. It is our ticket to an entire week of freedom, an entire week of being "us" again. It's a chance to rejuvenate ourselves, our marriage, our lives. The packet that I was so excited to get also came with a bill for $600. Chelsea has never had to pay for camp, it has always been paid for by the Lion's Club (God bless them). Her caseworker assured me she would be able to go this year. The logical part of me thinks this was probably just a clerical error, but the part of me that is so fragile and discouraged is terrified that we won't have that week we so desperately need. I've left a message for her caseworker, and I'll be praying for good news next week.

Nice quiet day for a change

No crisis of any kind today. I'll be marking this one on my calendar as a "once in a blue moon" event. I told my parents about our decision to search for a group home, expecting a tremendous backlash and assaults on my self esteem. Instead, I got a tremendous amount of understanding. I couldn't have been more surprised. Perhaps I am harder on myself than anyone else. I expect that people will think I am "dumping" her. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe they understand more than I realize. I hope so.

Lots of nothingness

Completely blah. She stayed in her room and watched t.v. all day. Of course there was the standard "Can I go to the bathroom?" and can I watch t.v.?", but those are routine anymore. Today was so blah I didn't even care that she kept asking me those things over and over again. I kind of felt like someone who is being held captive, not tied up, but knowing there is nowhere else to go. Just sitting and playing mindless games on the computer, answering her mindless questions with mindless yeses. Since the camp people (her teachers) thought she could take a shower by herself, I decided to give it a try, mostly because I could barely bring myself to do it. I watched as she lathered up her hair, not like I would do it, but she did okay. She did a good job of rinsing, much to my surprise. I actually started to hope that maybe she can do this by herself. I stepped back and watched as she tried to lather up a dry wash cloth. Reminded her that it has to be wet, stood there for the three minutes it took for her to process what I said, then watched as she washed her arms, then her bottom, then rinsed and said "Oops, I forgot my face". I informed her she just wouldn't be washing it, since she didn't wash in the right order. So much for my hopes. Fortunately for me, I was pretty sure she couldn't do it anyway, but a gal can hope, right? It is completely beyond my understanding how someone can take a shower every day for 13 years and still not know how to do it.

It's soooo quiet

Got her off to camp this morning and then I was off to start another hectic day at work. Hubby got sick in the middle of the day and I had to leave to take him to the Dr. It's finally evening. It is so quiet in the house that the silence is almost eerie. Who would think one kid could make so much noise, even when she's asleep? There's no T.V. noise, no babbling, no toy sounds, no rustling of the bed sheets, no snoring like a freight train. All I can hear is the singing of birds, the occasional passing car, a dog barking in the distance. I never hear those things when she's here. I only hear the white noise that is her. I have thought about her all day, hope she's having fun, hope she is safe. Do I wish she were home? Absolutely not! These rare evenings make me long for the life I had before she came. The quiet evenings sitting on the patio with hubby. Eating dinner at any time I choose. Not having to know anyone else's bathroom habits. Being able to jump in the car and go to the store anytime I want. Doing things with hubby instead of alone, because one of us has to stay home with her, and because it is too much hassle to take her along. I miss having friends over for cookouts and having a few beers. Heck, I miss having friends. In many ways, having her is not unlike when my own children were small. I was pretty restricted then, too. The big difference is that I knew my boys would gradually gain their independence, thus granting me my own freedom. Chelsea will never grow up, never be able to be left home alone while I go to the store. There is no end in sight, my prison sentence is for life. I keep waiting for one of those smiling moms whose greatest joy comes from cleaning poop off the walls of a teenagers room to tell me what drugs they're on. But nobody's giving up the secret.