Firstly, do you like the new colour of the blog? I like the autumnal feel and the slight quirkyness of it.
Today we had a review meeting with the Theraplay therapist just to discuss how the summer had gone and to decide if we need more sessions. Daddy came too. I emailed her in the week with a summary of the two months since we'd last had a session and discussed one or two points such as her food issue, anger management and her relationship with Daddy (which I think is brilliant). The therapist felt that her attachment to Daddy was much quicker than me because she had had experience of a chaotic birth mum, so wasn't sure what I'd be like and therefore tested me a lot, whereas she'd never experienced a father figure before and so just assume that how Daddy acted was right. I hadn't looked at it from that point of view before. Daddy isn't still sure he feels like a Daddy yet, he says he feels like a Guardian, but that's a step forward from a few months ago. I think he makes a great Daddy.
The post adoption support social worker was there too and both asked us if there was any more support we needed. I feel like we've reached a plateau at the moment but feel that when Missy turns 8/9, at the age when cognition is greater, that she may need to return for some sessions. Before we put in the adoption order we wanted to make sure that this support would still be available post adoption. I must have asked several times and each time they assured me it would still be available which is very comforting to know. So, for now, weekly Theraplay sessions have stopped until such time we feel we need them again.
In other news, and it's a whopper really, Daddy has decided to resign from his job.
A risk yes, but we'll take it. For any prospective adopters reading this blog, if you are in a couple and one or both of you work on a rota basis, think very hard about your work situation. Daddy currently works five days in seven, always has to be in on a Saturday and most Sundays. Working at weekends doesn't mix when you adopt a child who goes to school. When Daddy isn't working he sees Missy in the morning, and then again 3.30pm til 7pm. We can't go out for family days out and Daddy is too knackered from work on his days off to want to do much. Daddy has been very stressed lately and it all came to a head this week. I'm fully supportive and we have enough in the bank to keep us comfortable for a while whilst Daddy looks for a Monday to Friday job. He has a fantastic work ethic and will work bloody hard during the week, it's just that working at weekends doesn't work for us as adopters. And we'll get a proper Christmas, hurrah! Daddy's always had to work Christmas Eve and is usually back in work on Boxing Day or the day after.
I think it can only strengthen the family unit as there is soooooo much we can do all together at weekends. We told the therapist and the post adoption support worker yesterday and they also felt it will be very good for us.
Right, time to go to the hospital for Missy's appointment with the eye consultant. Oh joy. Do you know, they charge £3.50 for parking?! Out-flippin-rageous.