Bedtime

Bedtime

Do you ever say the same thing so many times that the words begin to sound odd? This happens to me most nights at around the same time. Bedtime. It’s that magical time when my children run around like wild animals and pretend I don’t exist. Sometimes I spend two hours trying to get these little animals from chasing each other in circles to asleep in their beds.

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Déjà Vu

Deja Vu

There is a two-year-old who is eliminating foods from their diet. They are showing a preference only for crunchy textures. This two-year-old is not eating enough food, getting thinner, lacking energy and constantly saying they are tired. Preferring to be alone instead of with others, this toddler has begun not to notice us every time we talk to them, reduce eye contact and spend large amounts of time playing independently. This toddler is lining up items into neat rows. To my surprise, they are covering their ears at sounds that I do not perceive to be remotely loud. The meltdowns are terrible. It’s a guarantee that the meltdowns will occur when we are trying to leave home, but they often happen in stores and as we get into the car. This two-year-old is unable to leave home without a toy in each hand and throws their body to the ground whenever things don’t go exactly their way.

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Pity Party for One

Pity Party for One

I have been at this special needs parenting gig for a while now and most things don’t phase me anymore; but, there are certain things that hit me a little harder than usual. Sometimes the stressful things happen consecutively and I find myself wanting to crawl in bed, have a good cry and enjoy a pity party for one.

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Coming Up for Air {Part Three}

This is the final post in a three-part series about reaching the point in C’s diagnosis and early intervention in which I am finally coming up for air. Here are links to the first and second posts.

Coming Up for Air {Part Three}

When C was diagnosed with autism, I went through a grieving process and the instant overwhelm of next steps.

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Coming Up for Air {Part Two}

This is the second post in a three-part series about reaching the point in C’s diagnosis and early intervention in which I am finally coming up for air. Read the first post here.

C and Baby Jo Thanksgiving 2013

When he aged out of Birth to Three, he finally started receiving good help from an Occupational Therapist and Speech Therapist for his Sensory Processing Disorder. We spent so much time with them and he made a lot of progress. He was hospitalized again that summer for an inpatient video EEG and an MRI. We thought he was experiencing absent seizures. We discovered abnormal brain activity that put him at high risk for seizures, but he did not have epilepsy.

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Coming Up for Air {Part One}

Today begins a three-part series about reaching the point in C’s diagnosis and early intervention in which I am finally coming up for air. 

Baby C, Hubster and me

Deep in my heart, I always knew there was something going on with C. Babies can be difficult, but it just didn’t seem right for mine to spend most of his days and nights crying. It didn’t seem right that he would graze on a bottle throughout the day, never appear comfortable, and constantly need to be held. I think back to that time and it hurts to think about how I stifled the nagging feeling that something was wrong. The doctors told me he was okay and they must have known more than I, as a first-time mom, did.

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