Today someone from the Anderson School called to tell me that Jonah had a big-time take down. He must have a little cold because it all started when they brought him to the nurse to give him some cough syrup. He wrangled the bottle away from the hapless nurse and chucked the whole thing at her, then topped that off with an attack. After a few minutes being held in a two-person take down, Jonah calmed down only to need another 1-person hold a few minutes later, then possibly another aggression right after that (truthfully, I lost count) before it was all over.
Jonah must really hate that kind of cough syrup, I thought at first. But then he would have said “no,” or something, right?
This is the second major aggression in two weeks (and yes, I do remember the days where that statement would have been a miracle). I hate the school’s area code. 845 comes up on my phone and I get a shiver down my spine. It could be anything, but it’s almost never anything good.
Plus they have someone new who makes the phone calls home. She talks as if she’s reading a report off a card to an uninvolved third party, and I’m not a fan of that. I’m his mom. But it’s really a small thing to bitch about in the midst of it all.
The Saturday visits with my mom have been very good, thank God. Boo is crazy for the usual: trains, baths, all the food he can eat, car rides, grocery store. Sundays are good too, for the most part, Andy says. Jonah’s new thing is watching the whole of Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
I hope he feels better, my sweet boy. I want to hold a cold cloth to his little head, sing Guster softly into his ear, and hold him in my arms as he falls asleep, all childlike and cherubic-not-too-sick. All of it fantasy, even if it were possible. Luckily Jonah is in general a healthy little kid and we’ve not had to deal with anything super-serious (not counting his eyes of course).
I have a new boyfriend and I’m just gonna call the new boyfriend Jim, because that’s his name and he doesn’t mind me using it. He has already told me he’d like to meet Jonah and has asked me when we can go.
Not once since Andy and I placed Jonah in August 2011 did M ever ask to see Jonah. Perhaps that isn’t fair to M, though. Maybe he helped me with Jonah too much, saw too much of the worst of Boo’s aggressions, got too many scratches and scrapes. Jim’s never been married, never had kids. He’s working his way through my blog to understand what the hell happened without my having to attempt a re-hash.
Either way I feel good about my decisions. We’re a package deal, me and Boo. It’s nice to be with a man who wants to meet my son, obviously understanding this without having to be told. Jim is sweet through to the bone. Down to earth, non-judgmental. Affectionate and tender. He exudes friendliness and calm, and when he is angry at a person or situation, it quickly dissolves like a cloud into clear sky — with nary a yell or a scream (and many of you reading this will know exactly how much that means to me). He drives and moves and speaks in a kind of alert relaxation. He’s very zen and has never even tried to be. And he’s tall. Handsome. Has this deep, soothing voice. Am I going on and on? He’s a wonderful man and we’re giddy-happy together.
BONUS: He loves animals/dogs and has a sweet little black lab named Eddie.
They are sharing my heart.
So we’re watching Jonah’s health and my own too – I was going to blog about my attempt to be a kidney donor but instead I’ll just give it a mention. The last set of tests before the transplant at NY Presbyterian Hospital showed that I had kidney stones and therefore can never donate a kidney.
Please send healing thoughts an/or prayers to my intended recipient, D, who has no kidneys at all and is on dialysis 3 times a week at age 28.
And while you’re at it, please join us in hoping and praying that Jonah’s aggressions stop, that he was just not feeling well, that he’ll continue to verbalize more and attack less and less often.