Our Boys

I am a bit tired today.

But want to touch the base of the Boys.

Tomorrow will be 6 weeks post-op.

They did very well in the first few weeks.

They handled it very well.

OK, well from what I have heard.

Do I have memory of it?

Nope.

Recently, they are having more meltdowns.

Baby D had meltdowns for Me or my Mom.

He would go back and forth on who

he thought he should fuss for.

He has trouble sleeping.

He wakes up screaming, “MOMMMA!”

Then he bawls.

He'll get out of bed and restart his

turtle that is a star night light,

cover himself up

and

whimper/scream (it's a toss up what he chooses to do)

“Momma,Mommy.”

He will sometimes insist that only I do things for him.

Like bath last night,

My Aunt took him upstairs

and

he screamed for me. (He LOVES her.)

So, Andrew and I headed up

he screamed when he saw Andrew

he kept screaming for me.
I was there

but when he saw all of us in there he would keep it up.

Once it was just Andrew and I

he calmed

and was OK.

He had a hard time going to bed.

I had to rock him twice.

(he doesn't like rocking usually)

Then while I couldn't sleep,

I came downstairs at 11p

and

he woke up hysterical again.

I could hear him clear down there.

Now Bitty Boo.

Yup.

Whew.

All transitions are terrible for him.

Anything of us going anywhere.

He follows me around screaming,

dragging my purse

or

holding onto my leg.

Then if he thinks one of his Brother's are

separating he runs after them screaming their name

and

tries to drag them with him.

Then he is afraid my Aunt isn't coming

and

he screams for her too.

He wants us all to stick together.

You need to go upstairs for bed?

He screams bloody murder

and

then you go upstairs and he calms.

This is regression where he used to be

before the years of speech therapy,

occupational therapy

and

structured teaching.

He takes longer to calm now

and

is much easier to set off.

Heaven forbid you are in public

and

he thinks everyone is splitting apart.

It is a massive meltdown.

Now granted he has done this before anyways,

it just comes with the territory of his challenges.

However, they are 10 fold from where they were.

He is constantly stacking blocks, etc

and

chasing them for his visual stimulation

and

his form of organization.

Our Biggun'.

He has done well.

It has really just been the last week it has spiked.

He would get frustrated

at times in the weeks prior

and

stomp his feet,

growl,

bawl up his fists

and

sometimes yell tremendously about something.

It happens with Kids.

Kids are kids.

However, they are happening more at home.

He likes to know what plans are, who is going where,

when will they be home.

Typical for us.

But, Poor Kid.

Yesterday, Andrew went into work early.

I got up with Andrew since I had been in bed since 9p.

Aidan did not get up when he usually does so when

my Aunt went to get Logan she checked on Aidan

and

found him hiding in our bedroom closet

shaking and hiding behind one of my many exercise balls.

We eventually learned from him.

Our Sweet Boy woke up (he's sleeping in our room while my Aunt is here)

and

we were not in bed.

He looked out our closet window

and

saw Andrew's car gone.

He thought Andrew and I had left.

(For any Dr's appointment or surgery

we usually take Andrew's car and leave the van for

our wonderful helpers and of course it holds all car seats.)

He panicked.

After my Aunt found him

he bolted downstairs sobbing.

I heard him and my Aunt gave me a quick low down.

I picked him up

(well I couldn't really pick him up)

I tried

and

quickly moved to the couch

so he could sit on me.

I held him tight while he sobbed on me.

Then told me what he thought.

I wanted to cry with him.

I didn't.

I just told him I am

not going anywhere.

I am here.

Daddy went to work and will be home after work.

I texted Andrew a quick update

and

got back a, “I will come home for lunch today.”

So I let our Biggun' know that.

That helped too

and

made his day when he saw his Daddy.

Andrew came home right before Aidan did from school.

Aidan came running into the house

and

jumped into Andrew's arms.

Right before getting dressed for school

I was upstairs

and

my sweet Aunt got told,

“You can NOT HELP ME!”

“MY MOM CAN, SHE IS NOT SICK ANYMORE!!”

I was taken back by his comment.

I did not tell him I was sick.

I am technically not sick.

I am recovering from surgery.
I did have some rough days,

but

did not use that word.

Who told him that?

Or

Is that his impression?

(I don't think the second.)

He pulled it again this morning.

Actually, all 3 are becoming more

and

more insistent that I am the

one to do things for them.

It's hard.

We aren't mad.

Why?

We all want a tad of normalcy back.

We are all SUPREMELY THANKFUL for

the WONDERFUL SUPER SWEET HELPFUL

Family we have.

But, we all get the Kids view too.

Who thrives on change in your home?

I don't think most do.

They want the same routine

and

the same care takers.

Who doesn't?!

So, here I am trying to rest as much as possible

to be able to do it

after my Aunt heads back home.

She is phenomenal

and

the Boys

love her tremendously.

We all appreciate her help SO much.

But everyone likes to get to their normal groove.

I am sure my Aunt misses her bed

and

her home too.

But I also know she is happy to help

and

do all the wonderful stuff she does for us.

So I better go and you know..do the rest thing

some more.