I have no idea when he left or how long I had sat there on the floor crying.

The next day, I took my son with me to the pay phone and called the clinic that I had scheduled the appointment with.  And tried to explain that my son needed to be seen sooner than his appointment date.  Adding the reasons why.  The lady at the clinic told me that I would have to wait and see if someone canceled an appointment, then if I could get there in time they would see him, otherwise we would have to wait for the scheduled appointment.  But not having a phone was my next biggest problem.  There was no way for the clinic to get in touch with me.  She told me I would have to call the office then at least once a day to check for a cancellation.  Or come to the clinic everyday and wait to see if someone didn't show up.  Since I was so short of money, making the walk nine blocks to the clinic was my only option.

Fro three days I would walk to the clinic and sit.  Finally on the third day, someone didn't show up and we got that appointment.  It turned out that my son did not have colic, but an allergy to something in the pre maid formulas.  They changed it to regular milk and gave him the immunizations that he needed.  The doctor signed the paper work for the Child Welfare, and had his staff set up several different programs to help me feed and clothe my son.

The next day, there was a knock on my door and there stood a man with a large box in his arms.  He worked for one of the programs that the Doctor had set up.  Inside the box was several gallons of milk, a box of powdered mil, baby food, and several new bottles and spoons.  And they had thrown in a couple blankets and outfits for him.  I was so excited that I didn't have to worry if my son was going to have something to eat.  The man told me that someone would come by twice a week with supplies like this.  I was to say the least forever thankful and relieved.

Until my husband came home, he come in as the man form the clinic was leaving.  He came through the door screaming wanting to know who the hell that was.  And did I screw him to get the stuff in the kitchen.  I told him that it was a free program that the baby doctor had set up.  Well that was as far as I got.... Tony went into a frenzy, yelling and throwing stuff around the kitchen.  Including the gallons of milk that was poured on my head after he had hit me... The more I tried to explain, the madder he got.

This is when I learned that no matter what I said, it didn't make nay difference.  When his fury stopped, and he had left.  I got off the kitchen floor and cleaned up the mess and tried to salvage just as much as I could.