I am trying the best I know how not to fall into megans footsteps. I have never in my life been so sad for so long and so deeply. I have just returned home from visiting my babies at thier aunt peggys house. We had an appointment today so my therapist can observe my babies and I interacting. It was a very positive visit I can be with them and there are times when everything is ok they can make me laugh and they can take my mind off of the pain of having lost my megan. then there are time when I look into my son chris's eyes and I see his mothers eyes in him and I cry I cant help it.
Going through this custody battle is killing me inside. I seem to have to give in to everyone and I cant get a break. Chris has long blond curly hair and is in need of his first haircut. You would think that it would be just a matter of making an apointment, getting a camcorder and getting it done. But nooooooooo. We have to get the JW granpa's permision. So we don't anger him and cause him to do something else that will cause us more grief. I swear that if his sister peggy is able to convince him to let us do it I am going to find some other blond curly hair to put into an envelope and give him as a souvenier.
The other twins name is Christopher he has a cleft pallet when he was 1 month old he was evaluated at childrens hospital and we set another apointment for 10 months later this apointment was his pre surgical appointment it was on feb 25 the day after megan passed away. His surgery was scheduled for 6 weeks later.
After his jw grandparents decievingly got temporary custody they canceled the surgery because it was to stressfull. We were informed last thurs that his surgery is set for the 21st of this month. Now we are scrambling around to get a court order that will allow him to recieve blood if he needs it. This guy is the devil incarnate it seems that he will do anything to cause me grief and to rub this whole situation in my face.
He blames me for megans scuicide and takes no responsibility himself. although his daughter made three attempts while under his roof.
I am trying to keep my head up Christ it seems I cant even make a freaking ham sandwich without crying. Megan used to do that for me I mentioned to her that she didn't put enough mustard on it so afterward she would make sure that I had enough mustard I didn't have the heart to tell her she was now putting too much mustard on it I just ate them and told her I loved her.