When the Life Has Been Sucked Out of You

Still Standing

• How to Find Peace…When You Don’t Get Your Happy Ending
• Tough Vacation Decisions for Kids with Special Needs
• What I Saw the Day of the Family Photos
• The Downward Spiral of My Son’s Behavior
• How Do I Talk to My Adopted Kids About Their Birth Family?
• The Day We Told Our Son About His Past
• I Called the Police for My Own Son…and I’m a Good Mom.
• The Worst Father’s Day…but it Wasn’t
• What It’s Like to Take Your Child to the Hospital for Mental Health Care
• What It’s Like When Your Child Needs Inpatient Mental Health Care
• What Visits Are Like When Your Child Gets Inpatient Mental Health Care
• What Life is Like When Your Child Has Mental Health Issues
• When Grief and Hope Come in Waves
• Attachment Therapy: When a New Start is Scary
• When You Beg God for a Miracle
• When Kids Take Medication for Behavior
• Watching Miracles Unfold
• Water Balloon Therapy
• When You Are Humbled
• He Goes to the Park
• How to Measure Progress in Tough Situations
• When My Adopted Child Cries for His Birth Mom
• The Two Equally Important Jobs of Every Parent
• How to Shift Conversations with Challenging Kids
• What to Do When Your Kids Lie to You
• Dodge and Weave
• When the Life Has Been Sucked Out of You
• Every Test in Your Life Makes You Bitter or Better.
• Mornings, Bedtimes, and Other Routines for Kids with Trauma History
• What Happens to the Sibling of a Special Needs Child
• I’m the Most Stubborn
• Still Standing

It’s tough to describe the level of exhaustion I feel on a regular basis.

This is how you feel when the life has been sucked out of you.

Like the machine in the movie The Princess Bride, this summer of caring for my children with attachment issues has sucked years off my life.

I am reminded of the newborn period when we first brought our babies home from the hospital and when we fostered newborns.

No one quite prepares you for the relationship intensity. People talk about fatigue and lack of sleep, and total love, and maybe even depression.

Those are all there, but there’s also also the invisible pull.

I worry about the kids when I’m not with them. How are they behaving? Are they holding it together? Should I have just stayed home? They are rarely far from my mind.

We are working on arranging respite. I have got to get a break soon.

Some family friends have watched the Nancy Thomas respite video and agreed to give a try to watching my 10 year old son for us. God bless them. We met with them last week go explain my son’s behaviors. They understand that this isn’t typical babysitting and it’s not fun time for my son. Their job is not to build a relationship with him, but to give us, and him, a break. Thank you, thank you.

We are in the process of arranging respite through Medicaid, too. This is not easy to get. Last time our son had this, it didn’t go so well. There were several incidents when he was out in the community with his respite provider (despite her training in handling tough kids), and he was asked not to come back to the program.

I know Mike is worried about me. I lie down on the couch and could fall into a dead sleep almost any time. I’ve still been getting in my workouts most days of the week, which helps with my energy level. I know I could be eating better. I grab something when I can, and it’s not always the most healthy.

When the boys are awake, I am on duty. Period.

I don’t work. I rarely sit. I am supervising. I am monitoring.

I am dealing with behaviors or working through a fit or rage. I am engaging them in the next activity, helping them clean up the last one, or trying to mentally think ahead to the next one before they get there.

The older three teens have been fantastic. They’ve been a tremendous help to me this summer when they are home between activities. Bekah’s taken over most of the cooking. They do laundry. They supervise one when the other one is throwing a fit.

In between, there is a never-ending, I’m-continually-behind list of phone calls and emails to advocate with Medicaid and the school district.

When I feel like I can’t keep going, I am thankful for this promise from God.

A fresh well of new mercies waits:

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases
    his mercies never come to an end;
 they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23

Still Standing

Bible Verse

Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world.

1 Peter 5:9

Journal Prompt

How does it make you feel to know you are not alone in your daily struggles?

Resources

• Still Standing
• What I Saw the Day of the Family Photos
• The Downward Spiral of My Son’s Behavior
• How Do I Talk to My Adopted Kids About Their Birth Family?
• The Day We Told Our Son About His Past
• I Called the Police for My Own Son…and I’m a Good Mom.
• The Worst Father’s Day…but it Wasn’t
• What It’s Like to Take Your Child to the Hospital for Mental Health Care
• What It’s Like When Your Child Needs Inpatient Mental Health Care
• What Visits Are Like When Your Child Gets Inpatient Mental Health Care
• What Life is Like When Your Child Has Mental Health Issues
• When Grief and Hope Come in Waves
• Attachment Therapy: When a New Start is Scary
• When You Beg God for a Miracle
• Tough Vacation Decisions for Kids with Special Needs
• When Kids Take Medication for Behavior
• Water Balloon Therapy
• When You Are Humbled
• He Goes to the Park
• How to Measure Progress in Tough Situations
• When My Adopted Child Cries for His Birth Mom
• The Two Equally Important Jobs of Every Parent
• How to Shift Conversations with Challenging Kids
• What to Do When Your Kids Lie to You
• Dodge and Weave
• When the Life Has Been Sucked Out of You
• Every Test in Your Life Makes You Bitter or Better.
• Mornings, Bedtimes, and Other Routines for Kids with Trauma History
• What Happens to the Sibling of a Special Needs Child
• I’m the Most Stubborn
• Watching Miracles Unfold
• How to Find Peace…When You Don’t Get Your Happy Ending

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