Bittersweet

With the sweet comes the bitter.

Today I got a phone call from Theraplay saying that our insurance gave us approval for treatment.

I felt so bad for the woman. I answered the phone and thought it was our peditrician as they are in the same area. She identified herself and I thought it would be a call to check in and ask if we wanted to schedule, blah blah.

Well, it wasn't. "Hi, I'm xyz from Theraplay and I just wanted to let you know your insurance authorised treatment for ....."

I think I said "what?! Seriously?!" And I just cried. The poor woman was taken aback and didn't know what she did wrong and I quickly through tears told her this was good, happy tears, that it was wonderful and I explained the situation.

She also gave me some resources to call to get a hard diagnosis faster and get more resources opened up to us.

While all that awesomeness happened.

Now he's in the bathroom melting down because he needs to go pee pee before getting in the van and he doesn't want to go.

So, poor husband is sitting in there with a melting down child trying to explain why we need to pee before we go anywhere.

This was totally my bad. In my rush to get us out I didn't ask and he had made it to the car before I said in my head "shit. He needs to pee" and I even bargained with him asking him if he would go pee on the tree instead.

Nope. So, it's going on 15 minutes of meltdown because he doesn't want to pee.

And that's ok! I'm focusing on "we have approval and I have help on the way!"