First, I would just like to say, Merry Christmas to you all!
This season has been a bit of a whirlwind. We didn’t do a large Christmas but it was nice that we were able to take Yves and AJ to meet Santa for the first time. No tears from anyone! It was awesome.
We actually got a smile from Yves in this photo. To the right of the photo is my brother and his wife. Coincky-dink: we took these photos on the 11th which was also Richard and my 8 year anniversary.
We’ll see you next year!
My brother holding AJ on the left and Yves on the right (of the photo)
Richie holding the boys. Yves on the left and AJ on the right.
Life sure is strange. We have managed to move within the last 3 months (tbh, it was last week. )and we now live in a beautiful 3rd floor walk-up. 2 full bedrooms, 2 full bathrooms, and guess what? Mama got her soak tub. Wine and tubbing all day long, people. We have been through 4 month vaccinations and 4 month sleep regression. We gave up and ended up bed-sharing. He goes to bed first through the extinction method and then Richard and I go to sleep when we are ready. To be honest, we all sleep better for it, so I am happy with my decision to bed share. Not to mention, I have woken up–to probably just periods of apnea–and shook Yves awake because he didn’t seem to be breathing. I thank bed-sharing for being able to react quickly.
This kid loves lights, he has always loved lights. Seeing all the Christmas decor made him lose his damn mind.
Once again, I am doing my rainbow tree. I swear, next year I will pick a different scheme. We did get rainbow icicles to match though….
No more eating on the couch! We have a dining room again! We haven’t had dining space since we left our first shitty apartment. This is a super welcome improvement. Though, I hate that it’s carpet. I’m going to end up putting one of those desk mats under the table because food + carpet = disgrossting.
I vaccinate. I will always vaccinate. A couple of reasons: 1) An autistic child is not a DEAD child. 2) My son having Autism is not the end of the world [ we have no reason to suspect he has autism anyways] 3) There is ZERO evidence of vaccines causing autism. The benefits far, FAR outweighs the unfounded, and unproven risks. This is not up for debate with me or mine.
After running what must have been a thousand errands after I got off work yesterday, I decided to take Yves to public health to get his first set of vaccines done. I was pretty nervous about it, not because I’m afraid of what they’ll do to him, but because I know the needles hurt and I was afraid of the aftermath of his crying. It makes me feel guilty, a little bit. Aaahh, it’s for your benefit, Yves. I swear.
You can see the instant he recognizes that maybe his leg is being stabbed. The face I’m making is a face of “LOL, this is for helping but I’m sorry it’s hurting, please don’t hate me.”
His little panicky cries broke my heart but he did so well! Hell, I did really well because I wanted so desperately to cry with him but if I made a big deal about it instead of working to comfort him, he’d probably end up associating it as a dangerous situation to be in. When it’s not.
He had zero reactions, although he was a little hard to calm down at first. I had to drive home with my hand behind me petting his cheek because he couldn’t soothe unless I had contact with him. Yves got lots of cuddles, a massage and a warm nursing-bath (we nursed while bathing) before going to sleep. He seems to feel much better and was even in a smiling mood before falling asleep!