We had this too-much-fun day on Saturday (me and my little star- my husband was too tired and overworked). First we went to a Birthday Party at a mom's friend's house. The little boy is only two... but that kind of makes him on par with little star socially I think. Anyway, he was pretty excited about it even when I told him there would be no bouncy house like the last one he was at. The part was low key- it was like a big play date- all the parents- even the fathers were all there, the kids were little so they mostly just hung out and played. My little star got lots of junk food- not like candy, just teddy grahams, gold fish, crackers- really his favorite stuff. He wasn't interested in the chili or some shredded cheese, but he also didn't even want to try a cupcake which had pretty appetizing frosting on it.
My little star predictably fell asleep in the car on the way home. So I parked him in the driveway- the weather was nice to do this in, and went in the house, checking his status every so often. Well, I think I must have missed his wake up because he was very upset when I checked. He's been napping in the car a lot this year, so I'm not quite sure why it upset him so much- he's never been upset before if it took me a few minutes- it takes him a while to awaken fully usually. I felt pretty bad about this, perhaps I should stay with him next time.
Anyway, after a potty stop (he refused to use it even though I brought his own at the party) we headed off to the harvest festival, where he had a good time despite waiting pretty much forever for a "hay" ride. He did awfully well waiting- I let him snack on some cheese, and he quite enjoyed the ride. I really think we shouldn't have waited that long- kind of a ridiculous waste of time, but little star didn't really seem to mind much. He also didn't want to run off from me to play with three of his "friends" from preschool who were within sight, but far across the field. At the festival my little star, aside from the cheese I brought from home, ate exactly three pieces of candy- two gummy bear type things and one jelly bean. I didn't foresee any problems.
The next morning my husband made us waffles- he always does this and they are really good. My little star ate the waffles though more slowly than usual, and didn't touch the cheese I gave him to supplement- though he did eat some banana.
My little star seemed very tired that day even with just hanging around inside, so I gave him lunch of which he didn't eat as much as I expected, but enough, and I got him to nap.
After our nap ( I got one too- I have some sort of evil cold thing), I knew I had to do some lawn mowing, but that little star seemed too tired come outside without a meltdown. Lawn mowing, because our batteries are dying takes about two ten minute intervals with the batteries, so I let him play inside while I did it. He was fine after the first ten minutes- wow no melt down. He was listening to his favorite tape "The Civil War". I finished off the batteries, and he was fine when I came back in. He was so fine- he lay there on his now favorite blanket that he must have with him, listening to his tape. I began cooking dinner.
We've started with a timer to help make potty time more.... enforceable? So anyway the timer went off and he went to the potty. He said his tummy felt funny, and I said it would probably feel better after he used the potty. So he sat on it; I went to put the pressure regulator on our pressure cooker. I came back and he'd vomited... and then did it again. What?? Did he have stomach flu? Not that again! He didn't eat anything funny TODAY... yes he had some other stuff yesterday, but that was a long time ago. Was I going to come down with it too? Oh no, and don't we have this appointment with the psychologist about him tomorrow? I can't send him to daycare with stomach flu!
On the plus side- he did it IN the BATHROOM, and not on the carpet, and not while I was outside. Really this could have been a lot worse. He didn't want to eat dinner and I did not encourage him. He went to sleep early. He slept through the night. I went into him in the morning, and he began talking about "oil poop"- I think that's loose stool to him-and he did have a messy diaper. Grr. I thought we were done with that, but he had one the day before as well- not loose stool, but I was prepared for it this morning because if you have a stomach virus, it comes at both ends.
So I changed the diaper, and it was, lo and behold, not loose. And he wanted to eat breakfast. Maybe I could send him to playcare. We started with half a banana, waited a bit, he seemed fine. He ate the other part of breakfast. He seemed fine, and I sent him to daycare... because really how much are they going to charge me for canceling an appointment (our first) at the last minute? We barely got there on time. We chatted with the guy and of course still know nothing because he has to see little star next week to really tell us anything.
When I picked up little star at the end of the day today he was fine. I am so relieved, no stomach flu. Though... I still don't know why he was sick- was it really the party food and three pieces of candy. I really didn't think what he ate was that bad... and why would it take so long to be problem?
And the other troubling thing... the psychologist informed us that our family doctor was taking another position in the county- one I'm really glad he is filling, but how can we possibly find ANOTHER doctor- he is our third one we've lost in our six years here. My son has already had two different ones and he's not even four yet- and it wasn't easy even finding a good doctor that was taking patients. It means another appointment to meet a new doctor.
Really, some people have a lot bigger troubles. At least we have health insurance- did I mention my son never got enrolled in a dental plan, and we didn't know it until after we took him to the dentist. Although we do have to pay for this... I'm not sure we've really lost anything by not paying premiums for almost four years and then paying for one cleaning. We've just been lucky his teeth are good.
My little star predictably fell asleep in the car on the way home. So I parked him in the driveway- the weather was nice to do this in, and went in the house, checking his status every so often. Well, I think I must have missed his wake up because he was very upset when I checked. He's been napping in the car a lot this year, so I'm not quite sure why it upset him so much- he's never been upset before if it took me a few minutes- it takes him a while to awaken fully usually. I felt pretty bad about this, perhaps I should stay with him next time.
Anyway, after a potty stop (he refused to use it even though I brought his own at the party) we headed off to the harvest festival, where he had a good time despite waiting pretty much forever for a "hay" ride. He did awfully well waiting- I let him snack on some cheese, and he quite enjoyed the ride. I really think we shouldn't have waited that long- kind of a ridiculous waste of time, but little star didn't really seem to mind much. He also didn't want to run off from me to play with three of his "friends" from preschool who were within sight, but far across the field. At the festival my little star, aside from the cheese I brought from home, ate exactly three pieces of candy- two gummy bear type things and one jelly bean. I didn't foresee any problems.
The next morning my husband made us waffles- he always does this and they are really good. My little star ate the waffles though more slowly than usual, and didn't touch the cheese I gave him to supplement- though he did eat some banana.
My little star seemed very tired that day even with just hanging around inside, so I gave him lunch of which he didn't eat as much as I expected, but enough, and I got him to nap.
After our nap ( I got one too- I have some sort of evil cold thing), I knew I had to do some lawn mowing, but that little star seemed too tired come outside without a meltdown. Lawn mowing, because our batteries are dying takes about two ten minute intervals with the batteries, so I let him play inside while I did it. He was fine after the first ten minutes- wow no melt down. He was listening to his favorite tape "The Civil War". I finished off the batteries, and he was fine when I came back in. He was so fine- he lay there on his now favorite blanket that he must have with him, listening to his tape. I began cooking dinner.
We've started with a timer to help make potty time more.... enforceable? So anyway the timer went off and he went to the potty. He said his tummy felt funny, and I said it would probably feel better after he used the potty. So he sat on it; I went to put the pressure regulator on our pressure cooker. I came back and he'd vomited... and then did it again. What?? Did he have stomach flu? Not that again! He didn't eat anything funny TODAY... yes he had some other stuff yesterday, but that was a long time ago. Was I going to come down with it too? Oh no, and don't we have this appointment with the psychologist about him tomorrow? I can't send him to daycare with stomach flu!
On the plus side- he did it IN the BATHROOM, and not on the carpet, and not while I was outside. Really this could have been a lot worse. He didn't want to eat dinner and I did not encourage him. He went to sleep early. He slept through the night. I went into him in the morning, and he began talking about "oil poop"- I think that's loose stool to him-and he did have a messy diaper. Grr. I thought we were done with that, but he had one the day before as well- not loose stool, but I was prepared for it this morning because if you have a stomach virus, it comes at both ends.
So I changed the diaper, and it was, lo and behold, not loose. And he wanted to eat breakfast. Maybe I could send him to playcare. We started with half a banana, waited a bit, he seemed fine. He ate the other part of breakfast. He seemed fine, and I sent him to daycare... because really how much are they going to charge me for canceling an appointment (our first) at the last minute? We barely got there on time. We chatted with the guy and of course still know nothing because he has to see little star next week to really tell us anything.
I learned from the psychologist that a difference between Aspergers and high functioning autism is that kids with Aspergers wants friends and has them in the beginning but give up up on it later because they are not good at and have had bad experiences, but high functioning autistic kids never really wanted friends to begin with. I'm really not sure where little star would fall (if he's even on the spectrum at all). I asked him if he wanted a birthday party with other kids this evening and this time he said YES. I asked him what the kids would do at his party... but he said they would poop (a word that is constantly in his speech lately. I don't think he's thinking this through exactly- but he is enjoying the parties..even if he's not really playing with the kids.
I think they told him not to talk about it (poop) at school. He said "don't use poop work" (I think he meant words). That surprised me since its actually developmentally pretty normal to do at his age. Then again, it wasn't his lead teacher... if I can trust what he said (not really), but I'm pretty sure who would have said it, and if I think of it, I'll ask. And, to be fair, I'm very tolerant, but after a while, even I get tired of this topic of conversation.
When I picked up little star at the end of the day today he was fine. I am so relieved, no stomach flu. Though... I still don't know why he was sick- was it really the party food and three pieces of candy. I really didn't think what he ate was that bad... and why would it take so long to be problem?
And the other troubling thing... the psychologist informed us that our family doctor was taking another position in the county- one I'm really glad he is filling, but how can we possibly find ANOTHER doctor- he is our third one we've lost in our six years here. My son has already had two different ones and he's not even four yet- and it wasn't easy even finding a good doctor that was taking patients. It means another appointment to meet a new doctor.
Really, some people have a lot bigger troubles. At least we have health insurance- did I mention my son never got enrolled in a dental plan, and we didn't know it until after we took him to the dentist. Although we do have to pay for this... I'm not sure we've really lost anything by not paying premiums for almost four years and then paying for one cleaning. We've just been lucky his teeth are good.
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