Second Day.
Ryan made it through the second day of school. Yesterday I had some issues with him and the bus. Apparently the lazy bus drivers don't check the first day to see who is supposed to get off where. Ryan didn't get off at his stop, so I hauled ass to the school. They called the bus barn and radio'd the driver who told them he just dropped Ryan off a few minutes ago. WHAT?!?!? I stormed out of the school and sped home. Panicking all the way. I pull into the drive and Ryan is pacing back and forth on the front patio. He walks up to the car with tears in his eyes. Of course I was crying then too. I tried so hard to make him comfortable with his first day of school, and one lazy fucker had to mess shit up. So today, I'm waiting again for his bus, which is 15 minutes late (again), and Ryan gets off this time. Whew. There is a girl in his class that gets off at the same stop, so I told him to watch for when she gets off the bus.
I still haven't heard anything back from the school on Ryan's 504. The counselor told me yesterday that he was going to get in touch with the 504 lady and call me. They better not screw him over this year. I am not going to deal with the crap I dealt with last year. He's going to get the education he deserves and not be sent home everyday or told he can only go half days at school.
His next neurologist appointment is in November, but I hope they contact me before then about his MRI results.
I have a sono and OB appointment on September 5th. A little nervous. I'm scared they're gonna want to take Lily out. Not that I don't want to see her, I'm worried about how they want to get her out.
I hate going back and forth with the exhaustion and insomnia. When I do try to sleep, it's fiftyleventhousand trips to the bathroom to pee.