I can't believe I said that to Social Services!! That's not what I do! I said it the DS's paediatrican first.. at his appointment first thing this morning.. and after she'd spent an hour talking to us and watching DS wreck and then drench her office (those hospital taps!) and then physically attack DH and I. She said I must ask our social worker('s assistant) to come and visit us as she promised at the begninning of August.
Then she prescribed Melatonin (his already poor sleep pattern has gone to hell; we feel like death warmed up from new and worse sleep deprivation on top of "old" chronic sleep deprivation.) He's just had some and gone to bed.
We then took him to school and got dragged off by the SENCO who told us we looked "dreadful" (after I'd caked a shed load of makeup on on order not to!) and said we need to ask for more help (than the "6 hours daycare respite fortnightly - but isn't - and the six weekly overnighter which is about to be revoked because he won't sleep for her..)
So I rang when I got home. They are understaffed. The social worker's assistant is off sick and noone else can come. Was told that if I don't hear anything by end of next week (because they are so overworked that meesages are going unresponded to) then I should ring again.
Sigh. What's the point. There is nothing out there to help us anyway. Getting any respite was a three year battle. DH is desperate for more respite; I just think what's the point in trying to get him sent away more often.. that won't address his issues. But then there is no addressing his issues. We've tried.
At my dad's today I watched part of a video of him in his incubator in SCBU , fighting for his life. Felt so proud of him and full of love for him.. how clever we was to survive against the odds. Came home and hugged and kissed him. He hit my in the face and made it bleed.