Could I say yes?

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Can i say yes>>?
I watched Greys anatomy tonight as usual. And there were moments of my time that flashed before my eyes as usual with incredible writing and directing.
George standing with a grieving father debating whether to accept his dead daughters heart for his own transplant.
George explaining to the father that although he is not a father he can speak as a child that if he could give his heart for his father, he would. If there was anything he could do to bring his Dad back he would do it.
I so understood that.
I dont like to sound overdramatic but of anyone in the world i would give my life for I wouldnt think twice about my three children. I would give my life for them in no thought or blink of an eye.
Jack was evaluated today by the intermediate unit today. They had screening for speech and developmental problems at his daycare and they found reason to investigate a speech delay.
OK, so now what. They will be coming to my home to watch himf or the day and see how he interacts at home. How he plays, how he communicates.
Well you ass*&^$es the problem is he doesnt communicate with words I have been saying that for months. I know what he wants for one way or another. They dont see any learning problems just verbalization. OK then help him. help him now!!!!!
I am so seriously stressing about this.
Should I not let them evaluate him now is it too early. Am I labeling him? Am I hysterical and overreacting?
Missi has been complaining of backpain since Sunday night. I thought nothing really of it until yesterday when she just laid on the couch and wasnt hungry.
I kept her home today and all I could think of was Kidney something.
Took he to the kid clinic tonight for three hours for a bundle of bloodwork and urinalysis.
Her sed rate is high, (inflammation somewhere)
and her UA is gunky. He can tell by tomorrow if her kidneys are suffering or infected.
OK Help her and help her NOW you fu*&^rs or I will pull out an oozie and straif every last one of you down til I get the urologist in here and get some straight answers,
They gave her antiinflammatories and rest push fluids and come back tomorrow when the second set of test are back.
She seems fine tonight and I am just tired.
Jack is going to be Donald duck for halloween.
Yup the whole fuzzy ovestuffed duck body with blue vest and red bowtie, yellow feet and blue sailor hat.
I got it at the Disney store after the whole kidney visit with Missi and we spent money.
Allie called during Greys and asked If I was ok, I couldnt answer, I was crying and she said
"mom, you there?"
I answered uhhhuh.
"I would want you to have my heart."
quiet
quiet
quiet.
"I wouldnt want it without you here Allie."


"Youre right, you wouldnt would you."
Nope.

Love you,
love you too.

click.

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