Second opinion

I recently came a news story about  parents having their infant removed from their home. Normally you begin to wonder what horrible things the infant had been subjected to in the care of his parents. You would be thanking the authorities for saving him from something probably much worse. Yet in this case it seems the system may be corrupt. Shocking, a government system being corrupt.
  I know you're wondering why the baby was removed from his parents' care. Well he had been ill, so like any parent would they rushed him to a hospital. While there, a nurse administered antibiotics. Yet when they asked why she said she didn't know why. Later they were told by a doctor that he should not have been given the antibiotics. Then the doctors informed him he needed surgery. The parents were cautious at this point due to the lack of communication between the staff regarding their son. So against the doctors advice, they took their child to another hospital for a second opinion. They were reassured that surgery wasn't needed and a different course of treatment was decided. Shortly after, the police and cps showed up at their home to remove the child. Now they are fighting the system to have their child returned to them.
  Why am I writing about this? It terrifies me! When The Princess was about 8 months old, she had extreme diarreah. She had 8 bowel movements in a 2 hour period. I was a new mom and scared so we rushed her to the hospital. What did they tell me to do? They thought it was a bad reaction to the dairy in her formula. So they told me to give her nothing but pedialyte for a WEEK. Literally they wanted me to starve my child. I was horrified and in my gut I knew this was wrong. I informed them I disagreed and wanted a second opinion. They advised me to not seek a second opinion until after trying their suggestion. I refused. Instead I drive 45 minutes to the next hospital.
  The staff there was in shock by what the first hospital had suggested. The doctor asked a wound of questions, including if she had been on antibiotics recently. The other hospital had also asked this, but did not comment further. Turns out the antibiotics had wiped out the good bacteria in her digestive tract. Their suggested treatment? Ready to laugh? More dairy. That's right, the complete opposite of the other hospital. So she got to enjoy yogurt for the first time and her body returned to normal.
  So had I not gone for a second opinion, my child would have been starving. I would have been endangering my child and going against my instincts. Why should these parents, or any parents be punished for doing what is best for their child? The thought of this happening to someone else terrifies me that next time, it could happen to me. As parents we should not have to worry about this. As someone who was truly abused and endangered, I am angry that innocent parents are being scrutinized. My parents and many others who should be looked into by the authorities are flying under the radar. We need to wake up and change things before it gets worse.

Child abuse prevention month

I find it slightly ironic that both of my children were born in April. Why is that? April is child abuse prevention month, and I was abused as a child. I see my daughter turning five this month and it's stirring up a vast mix of emotions.
  I see her innocence and wonder how someone could ever consider destroying something so incredible. How can someone knowingly and intentionally hurt a child? I also feel robbed as well. I feel robbed of so much and I wonder if I could have been a completely different person if someone had just seen the warnings.
  Watching my children grow, innocent and  unharmed, I also feel my healing beginning. April is the bringer of spring. Spring is the rebirth after a harsh winter. Spring brings hope. Both of my beautiful blessings were born in spring, bringing me hope.

Depression Beckons

  I realize it has been over a month since I last posted. I wish I could say that it is due to being busy doing fascinating things, but sadly it was not a happy absence. Since I was a teenager, I have battled depression. There are long stretches of time where I do not feel any symptoms of it. Then out of nowhere it sneaks up on me and attacks fiercely. It seems that after Milk Monster was born, it began to slowly creep up on me again. This last month it broke free and began to drown my mind in it.
   I found myself snapping at The Princess even when she was not doing anything to cause even a slight annoyance. I would cry for no reason other than perhaps my mind turning on itself. I began to think perhaps my children would be better off without me. I focused on every little thing I did wrong rather than everything I did right for them. One day it got so bad that  I imagined running away from here and never turning back. Of course this would mean leaving my children, which I would never really do. So I called their dad to come watch them for a couple hours so that I could get away.
   When he arrived, I had no idea where to go to be alone. I simply knew that I needed to be alone. It was slightly warmer than it had been recently, so I pulled over to a park. I took a long stroll on the walk path and simply listened to everything around me. I listened to the birds above me, and the water in the creek next to me. I slowed my breathing and released all of my stress as I listened to nature. By the time I made it home two hours later, I felt more at piece. I had a long talk with my partner and admitted how I had been struggling with my anxiety and depression. Just admitting it to him helped me. I am still struggling, and perhaps always will. Now I know though that it is okay to reach out to ask for help. It is not selfish for me to need time away from my children in order to recharge. In fact it is better for my children that I take time for me, instead of ignoring my depression. My own mother suffered greatly with depression but did not seek out help. She ended up taking her anxiety and depression out on me. It is part of my issues with my own depression, and it caused a great rift between us. I do not wish for my depression to affect my children.