Nothing like waking to a toe up your nose. The dude didn’t sleep long in his bed before getting into bed with me. And then it was full on sensory mode. He was like a fish out of water, flipping around, pushing his head into mine multiple times, and the whole toe up my nose thing. He was sound asleep, but his body couldn’t stop moving. He kicked me multiple times, my back being his favorite target. And he was asleep. I wish I could figure out the right amount of activity with input to help his body. It seems like I am never able to give him the correct amount of input. It’s hard for me to determine when he needs compressions and when it’s too much for his body to take. I knew it would be a rough night for him because he kept requesting input before bed. He kept telling me, “sit down”, then sitting next to me on the couch, putting his right foot in my hand. I see the changes in Owen. I hear his words and the connections he is making. When I took him to daycare he wanted to “plug in” the television. I was so excited that he knew it needed to be plugged in for power. He repeatedly said, “pwease Mickey Mouse Clubhouse”. These steps are huge. Our daily goal is to teach him life skills. I want him to be able to take care of his basic needs. Something like hanging his bath towel up is a process that we work on every day. Last night he reminded me he had to do it. I’m thankful for these moments and I’m proud of my sweet baby O. Keep pushing forward. Be proud of where you have come from and make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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