To Sum Things Up

The EMPS (Emergency Mobile Crisis Team) clinician came to the house yesterday. This was promised by the ER clinician because there were no beds for inpatient and we needed a plan. We'll call this lady Ms. W.

It was clear she had a lot of experience with these types of situations and she agreed (as did everyone) that Taz does seem dangerous to have in the house with a 1 yr old who constantly sets him off. Speaking of, he's been home all weekend with Dh and I while Chica has been at my mom's. He hasn't been perfect. He still falls apart at the slightest stress. And he is still spewing angry violent thoughts for no reason. But he is much better than when Chica is here.

Now I can't very well get rid of Chica. Or Taz. So they have to learn to live with each other. And Taz has to learn some self-control and stop hurting her.

So Ms. W didn't have the miracle answers we were hoping for. There may or may not be such a thing as therapeutic preschool. I can tell you I've been around and have never heard of it but she is going to make some calls first thing tomorrow Monday to find out.

She recommended DCF voluntary services, which we've been told already. Yes, this is great idea. But, it is also a lot of paperwork and time. And like I explained before, I can't hold off of keeping everyone safe until these things can happen. I can't hold on for weeks until the in-home program starts (which is only 10 hours a week anyway), DCF does all their paperwork and get a parent aide and a child mentor.

I need help now. As in tomorrow when Dh goes back to work. I'm home alone with the two kids 10 hours a day, 5 days a week, for 7 weeks until school starts. And when school starts, it's only 2.5 hours a day.

I explained this to Ms. W and she completely agreed we needed help. Unfortunately there's just not much she can do. I can keep calling 211 to get an EMPS worker out there. But they can't stay the whole day. If I need someone the whole day to keep the kids safe, then he needs to go to the hospital. And that's that.

If there are no beds, you just have to keep coming back over and over until they get sick of seeing you and make a bed. Well, I don't really know what they do at that point. But that's what I've been told. You have to keep trying. But maybe by the time that happens we'll have found a good med combo and things will be better. Well, I can hope, right?