Being home is a whole different kind of chaos. I forgot how much I missed the chaos that comes with my family. I'm still a bit hrumph over the fact we missed R2S2s birthday so when we got off the plane I ran into the store to grab the basics needed and a cake for him so we could do our own little birthday dinner with him the next evening. That went well. Being able to sleep in your own bed with your own blankets and pillows is far beyond the best thing!!
A huge shout out to my mum for once again dropping everything and making sure the kids are well taken care of. My motherinlaw took Tink for two nights as well, and our little girl had a great time hanging out with Oma and Opa.
I had secretly hoped that the addition of Clonazepam would have stopped Dinky's seizures. And for 9 days it did. And then, it didn't. I never, ever, EVER want to go through a tonic-clonic seizure again. Formally known as Grand Mal. Scared the living hell out of us. And it went on long enough that I called 9-1-1 and we took the ambulance to the hospital. The good news is, Dinky is fine. We just have to bump up his Clonazepam increase up by a week. It's a sick feeling, watching someone go through that.
The helplessness of dealing with something that is so out of your control. I'm a strong person and that was so far out of my comfort zone. So I told Dinky. No more of that garbage. None. Zip.
He probably won't listen to me. He's 6 months old.
On the high plus side, he's starting to reach for toys above him! They're not very far above them but it's progress. He's also rolling 3/4 of the way onto his tummy and back again! Clever little duck!
I'm so proud of all my kids. I love my life, regardless of how many bumps and curves. Because it is what it is. Change what we can and accept the changes we can't.
Going to take Dinky to get his weight checked. So many different scales. I'm kind of nervous to see what it says. I know he's lost weight. Time to bring it back up.
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