Whenever I stop blogging for a week or longer, there is too much to say. Then another day goes by and more happens, and I start to dread attempting to sift through it all to highlight all the events, which then usually get amalgamated. So be it.
Sometimes I’m lazy and turn everything into a pictorial. This will be kind of like that, I suppose.
Last week Jonah had a doc appointment with the pediatric rheumatologist at Albany Med. I love her and her staff. They get Jonah right into a room and usually see him quickly. I’d made sure to buy a whole pile of octopi, so I was prepared with both that and a bag of fruit snacks for Boo. I called my dad to see if he wanted to come, because Jonah is rarely aggressive at this particular doctor, and I thought Jonah would like to see his “pa.” So my dad met us there. But Murphy’s Law being what it is, Jonah came at me at his usual light-speed and grabbed the front of my shirt, nearly ripping it in half down the middle. Luckily both N and P were there from the school, so they intervened quickly and that was that. It was enough to send my dad off into the waiting room for the rest of the appointment. Though I tried twice to convince him to come back in the room, he refused. His theory is Jonah aggressed because he was there, which may or may not be true…but he was a good boy for the rest of the appointment.
It’s a shame my dad did not get to see him for a longer period of time. I think he carries a deep sadness inside him, a kind of trepidation in his gut that simply will not abate. I understand this, though it’s distressing for me to witness. Sometimes I wish my parents had adopted another kid or two, so they’d have more grandchildren.
This was the second doc appointment that week, the first being the amazing one I’d talked about last post, so I got to see Jonah 4 times in one week, most of which were affectionate and joyful visits.
Though his retina doc still wants Boo to wear the eye shield, we got permission for him to go swimming with a life vest on (so he wouldn’t go too much underwater), and evidently Jonah was okay with that, even though he has never in his life needed a life vest. I thought he’d pitch a fit, wanting to go deep under and swim along the bottom as is his preference…but I suppose he was in no mood to look this gift horse in the mouth (even one which forced him to compromise).
I missed him so much after that — maybe because I’d gotten to see him so many times the week before. So I was really looking forward to yesterday. When my mom and I were driving down I was in an awesome mood.
But the visit was tough. Jonah was on the playground when we arrived to pick him up, and though I held my arms out wide for a big hug, he ran straight into daddy’s embrace. This I can handle and understand; he is with his dad more than he is with me, but still I can’t help wishing he’d run to mama once in a while.
We arrived at the apartment and all seemed okay. I was proud of myself because once he tried to lash out at me and I deflected his swing “Karate Kid” style, wax on-wax off, just like Daniel-son. But then he got me good a few minutes later, coming at me with two fists and tightening each on a wad of my hair. I called out and Andy came running, lowering Jonah to the floor and telling me to come with them (as if I had a choice). I grabbed each of Jonah’s fists and pushed them into my head so as to lower the pain level and ensure he didn’t dig his fingernails too deep into my scalp. While Andy was trying to disengage Jonah’s fingers and my mom tried to reason with him (Now Jonah, don’t hurt mommy), I writhed on the floor and cried like a wimp.
Then Jonah scratched up my eyelid (my eyes were closed tight) and bit my left arm, twice, hard, leaving painful welts I can feel today. His shoes were still on, so I got a few nice hard kicks to the stomach as well. Finally Andy disengaged him and I ran into the bathroom and closed the door. If I’d had a sense of humor about it at the time, I’d have taken my camera into the bathroom and shot pics of myself. My hair looked Halloween-crazy, teased into a mountain of snarls and tangles. I carefully combed it out and removed a huge handful of hair from the comb, washed my face with cool water, took a few deep breaths, and came back out to the kitchen.
After that he was mostly okay. I’d bought him a train video (a double DVD of real trains) and he liked that. We took Jonah for a car ride (my mom stayed back after I helped her log into Facebook so she could look up some relatives) and Andy gave him an eye drop, and for a while it was peaceful enough. Later we had to pull over twice because Boo started crying and asking for one of his favorite caretakers at his residence. Each time Andy got out of the car and hugged him tight, letting him cry. I breathed deep.
We have two more eye doc appointments next week – one at the glaucoma doc and another back at the retina doc. I hope and pray the blood in his eye has abated, and that he will have some sight left in the eye, and that he can swim as he likes for as long as he likes. My poor Boo.
Someone at his school called me last week to see if I had any questions about Jonah’s progress or anything I was concerned with, and I mentioned the medications and the aggressions-sans-antecedents, and she assured me that it was a fine idea to speak with Boo’s med doc, though I still want to wait until his eye situation is under control. Also, the pediatric rheumatologist saw no problems with his joints, so if he does not need it for the eye, we may be taking him off the Humira and possibly also the Methotrexate. So I don’t want to monkey with his psych meds at the same time.
It is hot today and I am smiling just picturing him able to go in that pool – not being left behind as all the other kids get to swim. I hope he is having a happy day. I’m still doing well and shrugging off the incidents where he hurts me. I know he does not mean to hurt his mama. I know he loves me and I love him and we are all doing everything we can to ensure his happiness, safety, and well-being.
I know we are lucky – especially when I broaden my perspective and think of the rest of this planet.
Every morning I wake up and the first thing I think is thank you. My new job has an overwhelmingly positive effect on every single piece of what I think, what I do, and what has become most important to me.
Andy may bring Jonah up this week to swim in my mom’s neighbor’s pool. We just have to borrow a life vest from someone. I will get in the pool with him and we’ll have a blast. At least this is what I hope.
“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.”
~ Martin Luther King, Jr.