Each day is a new one...

I have to keep telling myself this: "Each day is a new one". I have been chastised for not taking care of myself, especially in light of the recent diagnosis for Ruth: "sensory integration dysfunction". I can not hardly explain it to others. I just know that I should never have second guessed my instincts. I stopped tucking her in and rubbing her back, because she was "not a baby". Instead, we felt compelled to medicate when she couldn't settle. What happened to me? When did I become one of those moms? After hearing how rubbing can help, I have made sure that the last three nights I tucked her in. Her back was rubbed, and toes kissed. She has slept better than she has in a long while. No bed wetting, no nightmares. Solid sleep, at a decent hour. It is amazing to me.
Tomorrow, I go to battle. I know i should consider the school a working environment, where people want what is best for my little girl. I don't. I fear that they will not be open to the ideas I have, and that the resources will not be available. I know there is no sense in worrying, but I do. I should instead go to bed, bring my borrowed copy of The Out of Sync Child. Darrell has even opened it to see if he can make heads or tails of the situation.
Rambling, that is me. Now, I remember why I felt the need to have a place to put the thoughts from my head.