Well, let’s start on Saturday with Friday. I’m glad that’s over. What a day. Emotionally, physically, mentally exhausted. Plain ol’exhausted. Last night was rough. Owen was right on this side of a meltdown all night long and I know I was right there, too. He doesn’t always understand right from wrong and why he can’t do certain things. And sometimes I wonder why certain rules even exist. It’s one extreme to the next. Last night it went from fecal smearing after his bath and making himself sick from shoving turkey in his mouth to this morning running to “de potty”, calmly eating his breakfast, asking for turkey after he was done, and coming to me for lots of hugs. My mind spins. We go on this upwards downwards adventure every few weeks. Plugging along, singing a song and then we backtrack to a time that my mind still can’t even comprehend. He defines a sensory child, needing tons of input daily, and me never knowing when is enough and if I’m doing the correct kind of input to help his body. The last few days he has spent a lot of time in his body sock. It’s like a huge pillowcase that fits completely around him, allowing him to stretch and moved fluidly in it, but giving him the input he desires. There’s a large slit that he can get in and out of and he will take his tablet in there, spending thirty or more minutes rolling and stretching inside. He’s sat in a ball next to many, pushing against me, wanting input as well. I can only imagine what his body is going through, wishing upon wish he could explain it to me. All I can do is try to help him through these moments. My emotions run strong, wishing I could figure out how to help my baby. I see growth and I know he is changing right before my very eyes. He inspires me to keep pushing forward. Find your inspiration and change your world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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