Things like breaking the Scentsy, while strapped in his highchair.Finding a used razor blade in the bathroom garbage-while I was in there with him. Let's just say there was blood EVERYWHERE.
He has even attempted to swallow my wedding rings.
We are hanging in there, even if it sometimes feels like it's by a thread. There has been a lot of rocking and watching Mickey (pronounced a lot like "Daddy") and Elmo (pronounced "Melmo"). Not much else. No wonder I can't sleep because the Hot Dog song is in my head!
I don't think that I can describe the emotions that you go through when you have a child with medical problems. Let alone when you are dealing with a few yourself. I am just glad that there is a higher power, because it's what holding us and my sanity (or what's left of it) together. Three of them in two days is rough. Especially the one in Wal-Mart. I am so glad for people who listen to the spirit...and pay for my groceries because I apparently can't even remember my wallet!
I guess I had better go and clean up the garbage. Cole decided that he would like to take things out of the recycling box and leave them strewn throughout the house. Mixed in with my freshly folded laundry that Cole un-folded, this will be fun! At least if he is in destruction mode, you know that he is feeling a little better!
2 comments:
Nik, hang in there and I'm not too far away, so call anytime you need me...at least he and Brea can chase each other around and destroy our house for a change!
Bless your heart and his too it won't last forever this too shall pass love ya all glad he is doing better
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