His anxiety is higher than it has been. He is having a really hard time with transitions again. Even small ones within our house. For example the other day we were finishing up breakfast and transitioning into our summer homework time and he had a slight meltdown. I had to talk him through what to do step by step. I've heard it called getting past the threshold and that is the best way I can describe it. He needs extra time and prompting to do some of the most basic tasks. He needs that little count down or a nudge from me to know its okay to move to something else. Once we do that and he gets on to the next task he is completely fine. I just have to remember that we can no longer rush anything. We have to take it slow with a lot of patience.
One of the first things we noticed was how much he is repeating nonsense phrases and gibberish. Just sitting there mumbling a whole lot of nothing or moaning. I really did forget how bad that used to be.
On the plus side he is talking in full sentences like crazy. He is answering all of my question with more than just a yes or no. He is adding his own phrases and opinions more than I have ever seen. Today at lunch I pulled out chips and asked "Hayden do you want chips" he then replied "Yes, not those, I want these chips" and got the ones he wanted out of the pantry. Hello, yay Hayden you rock and you can have whatever kind of chips you want.
We seem to be holding steady where we are right now. I am ok with that. I was praying first for no change. I was so afraid we were going to lose him. That he wouldn't stop talking and no longer have his own opinion and little attitude. We most definitely did not lose any of that.
I've had to change the way I parent. I am not complaining about that. I wasn't liking the mom I was becoming. Stress was ruling me more than I care to admit. We've had some reality checks over that last few weeks so I am trying to change the way I am handling things. I am yelling less and loving more. I am over looking the little stuff. I say "I'm sorry" when I lose it. I am taking moments to calm down before I react. Most importantly I'm holding tight to and feeling blessed for this life God has given me. I don't ever want to take it or my children granted. I am sure I would have come to this realization eventually but losing the medicine and a few nudges from God have made it happen a lot faster. For that I am grateful.