CMV

1 in 150 babies born in the US have CMV. Contracted by the mother from an infected person, CMV is then passed onto the unborn child. CMV can come from a runny nose or changing the diaper of a child carrying the virus. Liam's mom Polly is certain that she contracted CMV during a playgroup while pregnant. CMV presents as a common cold, making it difficult to detect. Children born with CMV can have complications from Blindness,mental disabilty, Deafness, Cerebral Palsy, and even death. Liam has been diagnosed with a form of Cerebral Palsy and is Deaf, he also displays chacteristics similar to autism. He walks with the help of a walker and is learning to communicate with the use of an Ipad at school. Isn't technology grand?! Last week Liam was sick. Imagine having a sick child who can not communicate with you, how do you know what hurts? It is my goal, along with an amazing group of women; to raise enough money to purchase Liam an Ipad to use at home for communication.

Ashley at Beautiful Bowtique has agreed to host a fundraiser in March (details will follow soon).

So far we have raised almost $100, this in less than a week! Donations can be sent via paypal to (comment with your email if you would like to help this sweet little boy out)

Please pass on the word for me and for Liam! 

Here are two links to articles about little liam and his prognosis:

http://www.stopcmv.com/stories/liam.php

http://www.dailypress.com/health/dp-nws-cmvboy-20100816,0,2188936.story

Lost

I feel so lost lately. I do not know where to go. I feel like I am lost in some dark woods, no matter where I turn, it all looks the same. Im so tired of people saying they care, when they really do not. Im so tired of pretending Im alright, when Im not. It takes everything I have to get out of bed lately. All I want to do is sleep...

Some quotes that fit me perfectly right now...

I love sleep. My life has this tendency to fall apart when I'm awake.


It seems to me that the harder I try the harder I fall.


What do you do when you become too scared, too scared to live, too scared to die, too scared to love, too scared to even care?

Drama

It seems to be everywhere lately. People IRL are flaking out on me. People online have turned into horrible people. They must hate themselves if their life revolves around making other lives miserable. I considered so many people my friends. I guess I was wrong for trusting. I think I am going to take a break from posting. It breaks my heart to say this but the drama has got to me. I do not feel safe posting anywhere.

Well Ill just give the background.

On Nov 20th of last year i found out my husband was cheating on me. I came across the emails where they were professing their love for eachother. I confronted him about it when he IM'ed me. (he is deployed) He confessed to having sex with her and begged me to forgive him. I was devastated. On the 22nd I forgave him. I told him in order for us to make it work we would have to go to marriage counseling once he returned. And that he was to no longer have contact with her. He agreed to these terms telling me that he would do anything to make our marriage work. I had him give me the passwords to all of his email accounts and everything. On the 24th I found out he created another email that he was using to talk to her. I got into it and started reading the emails. It just pushed me over the edge. I started thinking about suicide (I deal with depression to begin with and am dealing with PPD since my DD was 7 weeks old) I went so far as to go into my bathroom and grab a bottle of pills and had them opened when my 4 year old walked in the bathroom to ask what i was doing. I put the pills away and called a friend to take me to the ER so I could get help. I would up in a psychiatric hospital for 10 days on suicide watch. On the 26th (day after thanksgiving) He called to inform me that he didnt love me anymore and wanted a divorce. I had to be medicated to get some sleep that night. he called me again on the 28th to see how I was doing. i begged him not to leave me, but he just informed me again that he didnt love me. I didnt hear from him the rest of the time I was there. I got out on Dec 3rd only to have him message me as soon as I walked in the door wanting to discuss the divorce agreements. It was such a slap in the face. The man I love, the father of my 3 children was just walking away from me, not caring how it was destroying me up inside. That evening I also got a visit from DHS because i had been reported for environmental neglect on the kids. Some stuff was said that was not true and i am still living with DHS social workers in my life.

Almost everytime i talked to him I begged him not to leave me, I threatened, you name it I did it. I just couldnt come to terms to how he could way away into the arms of another woman. Now its gottan to a point where i dont want him to stay anymore. it hurts me so much to know that the last 5 years have pretty much been a lie. (He told me he had not loved me in a long time)

So now I am at the point of trying to move cross country with 3 kids and my disability of being legally blind. I try to look to the future and see the positive, but thats not happening. All I can see is me struggling to get the kids to school, and daycare, and get to a job on time, all with not being able to drive. I see myself alone because no man is going to want a 23 year old single mom to 3 who is legally blind. I have no self esteem right now and absolutely hate how i look. I see him with his girlfriend (they are currently dating) and my kids around them on visitation and her replacing me. Or them badmouthing me where the kids can hear and losing any respect I get from them. I feel like i am a failure and that its all my fault. I keep trying to find out where i went wrong. I KNOW its not my fault but I cant help but feel that way. Today as I was doing dishes I just started crying because there must be something wrong with me if the father of my children cant love me. Am I just this horrible person that nobody can love? I am beginning to think maybe that is the case. I went through hell growing up in foster care. I had 5 good years with the STBXH and now everything is just shitty again. I feel like I am never going to catch a break because if it can go wrong these last 2.5 months it has.

Where do I go from here? How am I supposed to start healing when I still love him? When do you know that you are at the beginning of something and not still fighting the end?

Sorry for any typos...I have been crying the entire time writting this. I dont know why I did it, you guys dont care about my drama lol...but I just needed to get it out.