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Welcome to Kennedy Krieger!

Today has been a whirlwind.  After a morning of being in limbo wondering if we were going to get to rehab (thanks, insurance!), we finally made it to Kennedy Krieger.  Upon entering her room, we were bombarded with doctors, nurses, and therapists asking us questions and assessing Abby.  At one point I was going between 3 staff people answering different questions!  We were all overwhelmed and Abby pretty much shut down.  I couldn't blame her because I was pretty close myself!

We finally got a tour of the facility and were able to ask some questions, so that helped.  Then my parents and Caleb got here, so they enjoyed a little time with Abby (not nearly enough, since visiting hours ended at 8).

Like every big change, there's a learning curve.  KKI is pretty strict and I have to have my bed made and be ready to go for the day by 7 each day!  I'm apparently supposed to give Abby a bath in the mornings, but that isn't going to happen. I am more of a night time bath-giver!  We got our therapy schedule for tomorrow and it doesn't start until 8:30, but I don't want to get reprimanded on our first day for not being ready at 7!

We do share a room and we unfortunately have the small side.  I don't think our neighbor has had a roommate in quite sometime, because the room is pretty covered with her stuff.  The mom doesn't seem to be overly thrilled with us being here. :(. I'm hoping it will get better!  We like the service dog though!

So today was overwhelming, but tomorrow will be a new day.  I'm looking forward to jumping into therapy and starting the rehab process!  

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Mary Lou said…
Julie....
Hang in there, Momma!! Sending literal prayers and virtual hugs your way, Friend!! ;)
We're gettin' there. We're not there yet. But we're gettin' there! --Bruce Springsteen
"Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive", Raelyn

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