Single, 28 years old, full-time working foster mom
Today is Buddha’s first day off of seizure meds since I brought him home 2.5 years ago. From what I’ve been told, Topamax has a half life of 19-25 hours, so by tomorrow morning, it should all be out of his system. I’ve never seen Buddha off of seizure meds.
Fingers crossed that the seizures continue to stay away.
"I mean, you must love him to an extent."
"I’m sure it’s more than just a job to you."
Both of these were said to me by “friends” at work this week in regards to Buddha and my “job” as a foster parent. I was (and still am) completely offended.
Why is it so hard for people to realize that you can love a child unconditionally, even if you didn’t give birth to them? I would trade spots with him in an instant to spare him the hurt he’s been through. Would I love him more if I adopted him? Maybe. Still then, I’m sure my love for him would be different than their love for their bio child.
And being a mom to Buddha is not a job. It’s a privilege. If I considered it a job, I’d quit…long hours, shitty pay and lots of meetings and paperwork.
I’m a mom. I’m not a caretaker or glorified babysitter!
I need to find some new friends.
Last vision therapy session just happened with his early intervention (EI) therapist.
He was stellar (better than last time, thank goodness).
Goodbyes and thank yous were said.
He’ll be starting school next month, so it had to come to an end, but his EI therapists have been a godsend and I owe so much to them.