I was sitting at my desk working on paper work for this summer, all of the sudden I see all the kids from the gym come running in with looks of concern on their faces. In the back of the line is little Jamie and right behind him were the staff that were working in the gym with the kids.
Jamie comes over to me and says “Leah, I blew up, twice!” I looked to the staff for some clarification, the were standing there with their noses plugged and I understood then that blowing up in Jamie’s world means- throwing up to the rest of us. I called daddy-0 to come get him because the rule is if you blow up you must go home, so that the rest of us don’t blow up too. When I told Jamie daddy-o was coming he said “why, I feel better now, I wanna stay and play.” I explained the rules and told him he need to get some rest.
When daddy-o came to get him he said Jamie had been sick on Saturday, but fine since then. When they went in to get him up Saturday morning he was laying in his own vomit. daddy-o and papa asked him why he didn’t come get them so they could help him clean up? He said “what do you mean clean me up? nobody has done that before.”
Daddy-o told me they get a little more sad the more the learn about Jamie’s past and hope the adoption can happen soon so they can all move forward.
