My day started out bad. I mean REAL BAD. Moving isn't fun anyway, besides the thought of a new adventure, and that wears off quick. Switching Joel to Oregon services has proven to test my sanity, and sobriety. (The last one was a joke...kind of.) Washington state insurance was a piece of cake once we got him on straight medicaid, and during that battle I had a care manager to help with EVERYTHING. Want to see a specific doctor on market street? No problem. Any doctor will take you. Oregon isn't as easy. Oregon providers only take a certain number of OHP patients. And when I called around today, I got rejected by pediatrician's offices....and it left a bad taste in my mouth. Why isn't Oregon medicaid accepted in all offices? Anyone know the answer to that question? I don't.
And then there was the getting Joel ON Oregon insurance. Which requires a social security card and a birth certificate. Anyone want to guess where that birth certificate is? Either in storage container #1, or storage container #2......not enthused about digging through boxes for that piece of paper.
Oh, and then there was the GI doctor from dornbeckers that apparently doesn't have any openings for three to four months, and won't be referring me to anyone closer than Portland because there aren't any pediatric specialists outside of Portland. Grrreeeeeaaat.
BUT, (this does get better, I promise...) I was driving down Stewart Avenue today to sign a release form at the PT office, and I was so worked up from my morning of aggravating rejection calls. While stopped at a red light, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace that I haven't felt in months. And I was reminded of one simple statement. "You were made to be Joel's mom."
Instantly it didn't matter what people wouldn't make appointments with us. It didn't matter what specialists said about wait time, or what obstacles were in our way. My God is bigger than that. I am Joel's mommy because I have the ability to persevere through seemingly impossible situations. I'm not supposed to take no for an answer; I just need to find the right people and ask the right questions. I am a woman of FAITH. Thank you, Holy Spirit for guiding me through my day. One day at a time.