February 16, 2006

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkk!!!!!!

The pill! She wants to talk about going on the pill! Why, oh why can't I be an ostrich right now so I can just bury my head in the sand and hide until this danger is passed. Aaaarrrgggghhhh!!!
The saner part of me knows that I should be happy that she trusts me enough to come to me with this, that I should be thankful that at least they want to be safe and careful about things, but the mom part of me just wants to scream, "Nooooo! You're too young! Not my baby! No!" My whole world is spinning like crazy right now. Gah! I had the hardest time trying to remain calm and controlled and honest and open with her about this. I talked with my husband about it - he feels the same turmoil. She knows that we need to all sit down and talk about it in depth before doctor appointments are made. She's okay with that. She's being very mature about it. I, however, need a drink. A very stiff drink.

She has her first appointment with her outpatient therapist today. This should be interesting. This lady is a non-nonsense kind of therapist - rather like Dr. Phil in a way - and has no problem calling bullshit on bullshit. I think she will be good for my daughter. My daughter, however, disagrees. At least, for now she does.