Thursday, July 17, 2008

Okay, admittedly, not so funny tonight

He had a terrible, acidic bowel movement that burned his skin very, very badly. He wouldn't let me touch him to clean it up, so I let him stand in the tub and poored cold water over it. That seemed to make it worse. He SCREAMED AND SCREAMED AND SCREAMED. Worse than he's ever done before. He was screaming "No Momma," "Go away Momma," "I'm sad Momma."

I could just die. The poor kid. This has happened before but not in years, and he was at a new camp this afternoon so I'm not sure if he ate something there that didn't agree with him. What the teacher told me he had to eat wasn't out of the norm for him, and his dinner wasn't anything too different (his limited pallet actually makes it easy to track what he eats), less easy though to figure out what went so terribly wrong in his little system.

I needed to clean him up, and I did the best I could (I am an official child torturer). He just lay there crying and hugging me saying "I'm sad momma, owie owie owie, night night mama." Translated it means "wow I'm in terrible pain mom, it's making me very upset, and I just want to go to sleep." Which is where he is now, and I am heading as well.

One thing though, a little side note.....right before it happened he was walking around in tighty whitey underwear with his daddy's white knee socks pulled all the way up his legs, another smaller pair of socks on his hands, and another pair of tighty whiteys on his head. I believe, based on the way he was playing, that he believed he was dressed as an astronaut - an astronaut from planet underwear :-)

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Been a While Gone

Woah, I let this blog begin and then I let it end rather abruptly. But I am going to make an effort to be back. We moved states, which meant moving schools, therapies, jobs, friends, families...pretty much everything. And Thank God because we have had nothing but really serendipitous fate since we arrived. An autism insurance bill passed in Florida that will, by April of 2009, allow my son to qualify for up tp $36,000 a year towards therapies. He's lucked out with great teachers, doctors, and therapists.

The anxiety about the bird attack just melted away. He spent almost a year of his life being terrified of being outside. That was his pattern in Virginia even up until we left. It was when he got back here and saw the beach again for the first time (luckily there were not many birds out that day). He was so mesmerized by the water and the sand that he just decided not to be afraid anymore. I could literally see those thoughts pass over his face. He made the choice to deal with the fear because the fun part was so worth it. That's what he's been doing since. He's been on the beach playing every chance he gets, with only a small amount of trepidation when birds come close. I've told him to just yell "Go Away Birds" which he does, but it sounds like "GOWAYSHIRD" Still works though. He's also swimming in our home pool like a fish, and he's loving being close to so much family.

Oh, and he has officially morphed into a cowboy/monster/pirate this summer. He puts on a Woody the cowboy costume with hat and all, then puts a skull mask over his face, a pirate's eye patch over that, and then he carries a fake pirate sword. He runs around screaming "Yee-Haw" and "AAAARRRRRRGGGH" (like a pirate) all day. Why be one thing when you can be them all at once?

He's keeping me laughing :-)