They say it gets worse before it gets better and whoever they are is not wrong. Hip joining is where we are at and mentioning all the things we shouldn’t do and can’t do has become the thing we want to do. Limiting Play-Doh and glue stick access is the quickest way to success today and lots of coffee. He wanted to tell me everything he knew that should not go in the toilet and it wasn’t even six in the morning. Clearly, half a pot of coffee was not cutting it at that point. More coffee was brewing.
Thankfully he at least slept until “five oh oh.” I was hoping we both could sleep later but that was not in the cards. I think partly because he was coughing so much. His doctor had told him to drink more water and try to have a productive cough. One of those was easier than the other. Three things I can say for sure with Owen he never forgets something he doesn’t want to forget, he won’t drink what he doesn’t want to drink, and he won’t eat what you think he is going to eat when you ask him what he wants to eat.
I’m not sure why my eating anything is up for debate but here we are once again. As soon as I started to fix us a snack he started yelling “amazing” over and over again from the couch. He was afraid I was going to eat something and not know what it was I suppose. He sees me eat all the time but when he can’t see me it makes him very anxious. Trying to convince him not to yell at me has been unsuccessful to this point.
He for the most part was handling staying home today but he asked a lot about his days ahead. I am so glad he isn’t missing more school at this point and hopefully by Tuesday he will be much better and can go back to school. As much as I hate he is missing all the fun things he wanted to do this weekend I think it is harder on him when he misses a lot of school. The fever is the catch. It was staying right around 100 all day. Praying for a break tonight.
I’m not quite sure why being a boy is our big topic of every moment but here we are. He was getting upset because I wouldn’t answer it every second so screaming at me was the go-to answer along with pinching me. I also can’t confirm what will be happening on Monday with the people he will or won’t see so we were kind of floating in the same boy boat. I finally started saying we were not doing anything on Monday either but hoping we would be able to.
His doctor said it would get worse before it got better. I think this is the worst one he has had in quite some time or maybe it’s because he is coughing more. She told him to cough it out so maybe he is trying to cough more. He was lying in his bed a lot. I’m praying tomorrow is the upturn.
He went through everything he was possibly missing today with his grandma. He asked me if I would tell him when she was taking him to Arby’s and then two times around the “blue church.” I told him I would. Then he asked when she would take him to Burger King and three times around the “blue church.” I told him as soon as I knew I would tell him. Then he said he wanted to know when she would take him to Burger King, Hardee’s, and Tudor's for chicken strips, honey mustard, French fries, and bread. He didn’t list the food at all the places but did want to know which ones would have chocolate milk. It is so interesting what he comes up with and wants to talk about.
He talks about food so much now. I give him a “carton of milk” in the mornings. It is vitamin milk and he loves it. I am showing him how to shake them since he likes to shake everything but they are hard to open so we are working on how to do that. Every day a couple of times he asks if I am going to give him his “carton of milk” tomorrow.
He told me I can no longer have “donut sugar” but “mommy get some coffee at the donut sugar shop.” He cracks me up with how descriptive he is about all of it. I love it. I still have such an emotional time thinking about all his words and how the specialists we went to told me he probably wouldn’t talk. I remember telling Owen every single day that he could talk he just had to move his words around in his brain. He talks. And talks a lot. Our brains are miracle machines they just need different instructions sometimes. He is rewriting his brain every day to do the amazing things he does.
We struggle, we have challenges, we have moments of fear, tears, and sadness. And we have growth, we have victories, we have moments of joy, progress, and miracles. The days can be hard, the emotions can be sad, but seeing a miracle right in front of you makes those challenges become stepping stones for tomorrow. Facing those moments is not always easy but when I hear Owen pray I remember God’s got us and the glory is in the steps we take forward. Today’s tired will be tomorrow’s victory. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Thankfully he at least slept until “five oh oh.” I was hoping we both could sleep later but that was not in the cards. I think partly because he was coughing so much. His doctor had told him to drink more water and try to have a productive cough. One of those was easier than the other. Three things I can say for sure with Owen he never forgets something he doesn’t want to forget, he won’t drink what he doesn’t want to drink, and he won’t eat what you think he is going to eat when you ask him what he wants to eat.
I’m not sure why my eating anything is up for debate but here we are once again. As soon as I started to fix us a snack he started yelling “amazing” over and over again from the couch. He was afraid I was going to eat something and not know what it was I suppose. He sees me eat all the time but when he can’t see me it makes him very anxious. Trying to convince him not to yell at me has been unsuccessful to this point.
He for the most part was handling staying home today but he asked a lot about his days ahead. I am so glad he isn’t missing more school at this point and hopefully by Tuesday he will be much better and can go back to school. As much as I hate he is missing all the fun things he wanted to do this weekend I think it is harder on him when he misses a lot of school. The fever is the catch. It was staying right around 100 all day. Praying for a break tonight.
I’m not quite sure why being a boy is our big topic of every moment but here we are. He was getting upset because I wouldn’t answer it every second so screaming at me was the go-to answer along with pinching me. I also can’t confirm what will be happening on Monday with the people he will or won’t see so we were kind of floating in the same boy boat. I finally started saying we were not doing anything on Monday either but hoping we would be able to.
His doctor said it would get worse before it got better. I think this is the worst one he has had in quite some time or maybe it’s because he is coughing more. She told him to cough it out so maybe he is trying to cough more. He was lying in his bed a lot. I’m praying tomorrow is the upturn.
He went through everything he was possibly missing today with his grandma. He asked me if I would tell him when she was taking him to Arby’s and then two times around the “blue church.” I told him I would. Then he asked when she would take him to Burger King and three times around the “blue church.” I told him as soon as I knew I would tell him. Then he said he wanted to know when she would take him to Burger King, Hardee’s, and Tudor's for chicken strips, honey mustard, French fries, and bread. He didn’t list the food at all the places but did want to know which ones would have chocolate milk. It is so interesting what he comes up with and wants to talk about.
He talks about food so much now. I give him a “carton of milk” in the mornings. It is vitamin milk and he loves it. I am showing him how to shake them since he likes to shake everything but they are hard to open so we are working on how to do that. Every day a couple of times he asks if I am going to give him his “carton of milk” tomorrow.
He told me I can no longer have “donut sugar” but “mommy get some coffee at the donut sugar shop.” He cracks me up with how descriptive he is about all of it. I love it. I still have such an emotional time thinking about all his words and how the specialists we went to told me he probably wouldn’t talk. I remember telling Owen every single day that he could talk he just had to move his words around in his brain. He talks. And talks a lot. Our brains are miracle machines they just need different instructions sometimes. He is rewriting his brain every day to do the amazing things he does.
We struggle, we have challenges, we have moments of fear, tears, and sadness. And we have growth, we have victories, we have moments of joy, progress, and miracles. The days can be hard, the emotions can be sad, but seeing a miracle right in front of you makes those challenges become stepping stones for tomorrow. Facing those moments is not always easy but when I hear Owen pray I remember God’s got us and the glory is in the steps we take forward. Today’s tired will be tomorrow’s victory. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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