Venting

What a bad year it has been. Not sure if I'll ever be happy again. Everyday feels like a punishment. My husband and I suspect that our 4 year old son is on the spectrum. When we were suspecting, we had already became pregnant with our second child. He took speech therapy up until the age of 3. We can't get him diagnosed until next year August due to lack of schedule availability. We are in the process to get his IEP to get him to special Ed. Unfortunately his school isn't helping much with that, meanwhile he's in a class with normal kids and that is way too advance for him. He has been a handful throughout the entire pregnancy. Meltdowns, he's gotten sick a handful of times. We tried potty training the entire summer with no progress. Started the year with a bad cold, finishing the year with a fever. At one point we had to take him to the hospital, 3 days my due date (that was scary). He developed an infection, thankfully it wasn't serious. Gave birth to my daughter with a mild kidney problem. Having a newborn and a non verbal child really feels like I'm taking care of 2 infants. My husband and I are exhausted. We often share our feelings, we both worry for our sons future. I am angry with the lack of resources. I am angry that my son often struggles, suffers when he's sick, isn't able to tell me if something is wrong. Everyday this year has been a challenge.