Oy vey! It has been one, really. Long. Day. The kids didn't have school due to weather. It was nice. Kinda. My sister-in-law & her kids have been staying with us since Tuesday to babysit for me & vice versa. It just makes it easier. However, Liam is highly overwhelmed. He is a high functioning autistic with anger issues, ADHD, anxiety & is a sensory seeker. He got put on a different medication yesterday. I wasn't able to pick it up until today & by that time it was too late to give it to him. He has to take it in the morning. So we can't start it until tomorrow morning. He has been without something since the second. Once he went back to school the anxiety started to get worse. The more days he went the worse it got. We're at the point where there is too many people so he is lashing out, doesn't want people in his room or playing with his toys. He wants to be alone & then when he's fine he goes to play with the kids. But that only lasts for at most, 30 minutes. So I took him and Gracie to go run errands today. He needed to get out. We had so much fun. Got McDonalds, rushed everywhere we went (because the wind/cold sucked) & acted silly. We also went to my ENT appointment to go over the CT of my sinuses. My sinuses look good, no infections that he can see. My septum, which is deviated, is worse than he thought. It is really, really bad. I told him how I have a ton of sinus pressure, more on my right side. Like someone punched me in the face. He looked at the openings to the sinuses under my eyes. They're smaller than normal & the right side is even smaller than the left. Hence all the pressure. So widening the opening to my sinuses is now on the surgery list. My surgery went from 1.5 hours to 2.
Get home & all hell breaks lose. It started in the garage. I opened the back hatch of my van. Got the bags light stuff out & gave them to Gracie so I could take the heavy stuff. I told them to go in the house. I set the laundry detergent down. With the small bags of cat and dog food in my right arm I stood up on my tippy toes, grabbed the hatch with my left hand & brought it down as hard as I could so it would shut (and because I was only using one hand). Queue slow motion. Liam comes running from the side of the van & just as he stepped the door was already in motion. The corner got the side of his head, knocking him down. He hit the other side of his head off the bumper, went backwards & his winter hat flew off. The van door shut. I drop everything. Start checking his head, screaming for Gracie to get someone. Rush him inside. No blood. Thank God no blood. I get him an ice pack & told him to let me know if he gets a headache. I was shaking something terrible. I was sick to my stomach. I wanted to throw up. I felt horrible. I felt like the worst mom in the world. He has a nice sized goose egg. No headache & was up playing, running, lashing out- He was being Liam. I'm making him sleep in bed with Shadow (the dog) and I tonight. Just to be safe. I hope I get sleep.
Bailey's being a big brat lately. Ever since she went to preschool on Tuesday. It's like she thinks she's the queen bee or something. -_-
Oh yes. What good stuff did I hunt today? I got to spend time with my oldest two, just us. We had a very in-depth conversation & Gracie was crying happy tears. She's my emotional child. The one who's feelings get hurt very, very easily. Liam got a break that he needed. I finally found out the reason I've been having all this pressure in my sinuses. Liam isn't severely hurt & we didn't need to make a trip to the ER. I get to cuddle with my baby boy. The kids have a 2 hour delay tomorrow. Yes some would be like NOOOOO, I want them to go to school. I honestly hope they cancel school. Haha And Bailey, oh Bailey. She truly is my child :) Everyone survived to see another day. Last but not least, Cory comes home tomorrow. :)
Ok, sorry so long. It's been a hectic, emotional, day. Hope tomorrow is better.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. -William Shakespeare
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