This is NOT my Child!

About Last Night

When I talked to Spane about what happened last night, July 18, 2011, he said he knew he was being bad, but there was nothing he could do about it - the voices just kept telling him to do bad things. During the day, usually the headache is not there, and the voices are not there - those only come at night.

Headache Log?

This afternoon, I finally got a hold of Children's Hospital and was told that it would be a month and a half to two months before we would be contacted about an appointment. In the meantime, I am getting a headache log in the mail. Whoopee! Spane has had headaches for two years, he is really suffering, and they are sending me a headache log??

I am very concerned because Spane's headaches seem to be getting worse. I also called his doctor today and was told that he could have 300mg of Ibuprofen instead of the 200mg of Advil. One good thing, I think.

Picnic Party

Tonight, we had a pizza picnic out the porch outside. We had a nice dinner, then we watched Robots together. We were sitting on the couch, Spane's head was on my shoulders. When the movie was over, he started putting his feet in my face, and I asked him to stop.

Kicked in the Shin

When I sat up, ready to stand up, he jumped up, and kicked me in the shin as hard as he could. I was so shocked I sat there with my hand over my mouth, and he just smiled at me. Then he walked over to the desk and grabbed the phone. I still couldn't move or say anything.

He came and sat down next to me, and I asked him why he kicked me and he said "The voices, Mommy, the voices."

I said: "But, honey, you knew that it was wrong, didn't you?"

He nodded, and said: "It always happens like this, when I'm having a really good time, like we were having tonight, my headache gets really bad".

I asked: "Spane, are we okay? Are am I safe with you?"

He said: "I don't know, I don't think so."

Then I told him the doctor had said he could have 300mg of Ibuprofen, and that's when went and locked himself in the bathroom. I eventually convinced him to let me in. I suggested he take a shower, which he did, and now he's putting on his pajamas and I'm going to read a story to him, which he will pick out.

This was a complete change of personality. One minute he was happily watching the movie with his head on my shoulder, the next he was kicking me in shin with all his might.

The child that kicked me is NOT my child. I don't know whose child it is, but I want MY child back!