Update

...on this crazy thing that is my life.

I spent the day either making myself sick with panic, or sleeping (to escape the panic).

During one of my escape naps, Child Services wakes me up by knocking on the door. Here's me still panicking, but trying not to show it - cuz that would be like admitting guilt, right?
He asks me some questions, fills out a form, etc. The whole time I'm wondering if he is going to tell me I lost my kid.

Eventually, he gets around to telling me he isn't too concerned. He went to Little Diva's school today, and spoke with her. We must have impressed upon her this morning how serious her dramatics were this time - that it was a very real threat. Anyway, she told him the truth. No lies, no exaggerations. Our stories matched. Thank god she pulled through at a very important time!!!

He said he is required to talk with the parent of a referral. She was referred to him yesterday (by the guidance counselor, I'm assuming).

I am still feeling the aftermath of my physically felt panic, but at least I know they aren't taking my baby away.

AND, now child services has a file on me. What a sucky - but could have been worse - day.

~Do not expand~