Not Yet
So all day I've been thinking of ways to write about my day. Or even if I should write about my day. I planned everything out last night. I packed the diapers, wipes, extra clothes, printed out his sheets for his communication folder, filled out the forms for the field trips and wrote the check. I was ready. Dermot was ready, we thought. As the storm approached we waited for the bus. 7:50 arrival time meant we'd need to feed Dermot faster than normal. I didn't think anything of it. As the bus arrived, Owen and Ryan came out to meet it. Owen had never seen Dermot get on his bus and was excited. We all rolled Dermot out to the bus and started to back him up onto the ramp and he spit up. Then he threw up on his shirt. We'd go change him and the bus driver would be back. I brought him inside and laid him down to change him and wondered. Why I was the one who always took him. Why did I feel compelled to wipe the puke away and wash it off his TLSO brace. Why did I th...