Not much sleep happened for Owen but at least he didn’t throw up again through the night. He had a fever when he woke so I knew I was going to call to make an appointment with his doctor. Thankfully when I called they could get him in at ten. Even though he’s been sick he has not lost any of his energy. He played all morning and he couldn’t wait to see his doctor. He ran through the house yelling her name. I always wanted him to understand that his doctors and therapists are here to help us and that when we go to appointments they will take certain steps to make us feel better. I didn’t want him to be scared so I explained all the steps I could and worked on exercises of what to do when he was there. He especially likes going to see her because he gets to “ride on de elevator.” He loves watching elevator repair videos on YouTube. He tells me all the time what he thinks needs a screwdriver to fix something. And it’s not always what can be fixed with a screwdriver. If the TV is too loud, “gotta get a screwdriver.” He does also use it appropriately too. When we got to his appointment he was still running a fever and after she went through all the steps she put him on antibiotics. I’m thankful she did because I could tell his cough was getting worse throughout the day. When we got home he was concerned with everything he was missing and I was sad for him too. I am trying to help him with the repetitive behaviors and words. He also has a team working with him as well. He kept repeating the same thing to me about his days ahead so I kept repeating the word “purple” to him and he said, “one and done mommy.” The word “purple” has always been my code word for him to pay attention or to rethink what he is going through. When he is in a meltdown I try to get his mind to focus on something else so I say “purple” and then start rapid-firing questions if counting and breathing don’t calm him. I always tell him that he is amazing and he can train his brain to find calm. I want him to know he has the power and he can do it. He had more congestion, coughing, and fever as the night wore on but thankfully no more throwing up. He was calm and happy through the night. He’s laughed a lot and wanted a lot of sensory input. He also read several books with me. I’m thankful we are moving forward and praying the medicine acts quickly for him. When all else fails succeed at something else. You can do it. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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