When you can Saturday. Owen only mentioned school once today and ironically it was right before I got a phone call from the school board talking about the meal plan for the week ahead; they are still providing the kids’ food during the quarantine. Owen’s actually a pretty good eater. It was not an easy road to get there and it’s not an easy road to stay on, but we’ve worked very hard to keep him growing with his food “choices”. Early on one of his therapists explained how I should rotate his food and not let him see packaging. He was dairy and gluten free for years, only recently have I relaxed this. I found several varieties of chicken nuggets and I would switch the different brands every other time so he didn’t get stuck on one kind. He is very sensitive to smell, texture, temperature, color, and even the shape of his food. I didn’t quite understand the importance of this until one night when I gave Owen a different brand of chicken nuggets. I sat the plate in front of him with the different brand, one he hadn’t tried before, and as I was walking away something told me to turn around. He had that plate above his head ready to throw it. I told him, put that down those are chicken nuggets, you like chicken nuggets. He put the plate down and after a great inspection, he ate them. Tonight for dinner he tried mozzarella sticks. I always make him try one bite of foods and then he can tell me if he wants more. At first, he refused the bite. I told him to try it and he loved it, ate several sticks, and asked for more. Some foods I can tell right away to not even make him try a bite. He will start gagging before I walk in the room to let him try it, he’s that sensitive to smell. I told Owen I was cranky. He said, “no cranky today cranky’s gone”. When I put him to bed he said, “buckle my seatbelt” and I thought this will be a bumpy ride for sure. He actually fell asleep pretty quickly, but it wasn’t an easy journey. He cried as I held him in my arms, still confused about where all his favorite things have gone. My crankiness turned to smiles and my stress fled as my sweet baby O said, “I wuv ewe” and drifted off to sleep. Find your strength and keep pushing forward. You are not alone. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.