We were able to get Andrew's appointment with the pediatric neurologist moved from June to May at least. Everytime I tell someone Andrew's had a good night or 3, what promptly follows is usually a living nightmare of a night (and not just within Andrew LOL). So now I tell people it varies. But I will say this, the one thing that has made more of a permanent difference is moving Andrew and Benjamin to the floor in their bedroom...more roomy, side by side, bunch of comforters they sleep on with one on top of them. I think Andrew is too far from the ground even on a regular bed to make "an escape" in his mind. You and I know there is nothing he "needs" to escape from. But I think being on the floor symbolizes him feeling safe and "grounded" (boy did I give my blog the right name, or WHAT??). For the most part, after him hugging Rick and I, and saying good night to Phoebe, for like 5 times (no not kidding) before he finally has to go to sleep, it has helped too. He is needing a lot of reassurance for whatever reason.
I truly think and almost hope that the neurologist goes ahead and refers us to a child pyschiatrist. I would have never dreamed that any of my kids *could* need help like that from a professional. But I am thankful if this is truly the only "real" health scare we've had yet with either of our children, be it that it is a mental health scare.
Last night was the only testy night in quite sometime now with Andrew being on the floor. And though he couldn't express it properly, literally, I believe it was the case of too much tomato sauce at dinner, soccer...thus, trapped gas. :-P I can live with a half hour out of my night taken away with that kind of problem. I guess it's hard for me. I'm like my dad, the mind over matter guy. My mom was totally opposite and it used to get on my dad's nerves big time. I am afraid I AM more like my dad than I think. :-x Not everyone can just "suck it UP and move on already". :-x So pray for me for patience. I can deal with a busted lip and broken bones much better than this unknown realm of mental issues. I grew up having to be my mom's best friend and shrink because of her problems, that started in childhood and went on thru her marriage. So I guess in short, I'm tired of "shrinking" loved ones. I hate that I tend to back away (FLEE!) when I see problems like that crop up. But it brings back too many memories. Couple that with also being really close with my brother who was diagnosed with autism and schizophrenia. A girl can get mentally tired too from dealing with all that pretty much all her life. ;-)
Positive things....soccer....I'm liking how both the boys' teams and coaches are shaping up. Opening day is Saturday. The schedule is all over the place...no two games are really all that near in time to each other. Though the very last game for each are both at the same time. *thud*
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