She spent the night at my parents house due to the fact that she doesn't want to come home. Still working on that one. She did ok, other than the fact that she had a meltdown at 1:30am and there was nothing they could do to calm her down. I feel terrible that they had to deal with that. She then slept on the couch and couldn't get comfortable. I think she was in a lot of pain. So sad.
I worked my first full day at work. It was wierd being there, but good. I was exhausted by the end of the day. My mom and dad had both kids. They said Taleah was happy all day. Laughing, joking and smiling (where these pics came from). She was entertained by Tavian and Jace, Tay Tay, Trevy and Kate, Grammy, Gramps and Teeny. Spoiled...I think so.
Maiking cookies... fav thing to do at Grammy's
She was asleep when I got home. When she woke up, she had a meltdown. After my mom walked in the door, she cried for her and stopped. Slight punch to my heart, but at least she was happy. I then asked if she wanted to come home and she freaked out. She cried for about 30 minutes and then I asked if she wanted me to leave and she said, "yes". Another punch to my heart, but I took Slade home and called to check up on her and she was fine. Laughing, smiling, ect. Awesome. She doesn't like me. She used to love me and love being with me. Now she hates being with me and hates being home. I can take it cause it's not about me, it's whatever makes her happy at this point. I keep trying to tell myself it is the steroids. I really hope it is.
Her hair is really starting to thin. I can't decide if I should cut it short and then buzz it when it starts falling out... I still haven't found a way to talk to her about it. It's just so hard because her hair is "her thing". Everyone loves her hair and so does she. It's part of who she is. I am sure she will understand if I could ever find a good way to explain it to her. It sounds so shallow when I read back this paragraph. Hair is nothing in the big scheme of things.
Again, I am overwhelmed at the support. It is so nice to keep reminding myself that there are good people in the world. There really are. It seems like so much is focused on the negative and this has really brought out the positive things in life. Not that I am always positive, but it gives me some additional hope.