...is becoming quite the challenge with our little smurf. There are very rare moments of happiness and peace throughout Sam's day...occasionally none at all. For the most part Sam is anxious, agitated, distant and pretty darn hostile to most things. It is an incredibly sorrowful sentiment for a mom to share about her child...it is even more sorrowful when we're battling to pinpoint the cause/s.
And so we resort to one of the few things which still bring a smile to Sam's enchanting little face...swinging. And lots of it.
...we swing when the sun shines...
...mesmerised by our swinging shadow.
(Not as mesmerised though as Mom about where his slipper's got to).
We swing when the sun doesn't shine too :)
And, as terribly exciting as what it is standing swinging a little smurf for up to an hour at a time (although not as exciting as the neighbours having to listen to my swinging adapted songs : The Sammy on the Swing goes up and down (Wheels on the Bus), Old Macdonald had a Swing, Hickory-Dickory-Dock, the mouse ran up the swing...the swing struck one, the mouse fell down...and so on and so on) every so now and again we have to actually go inside and attend to life. But never fear, Sam's baby swing is near...
Swinging with Barney and Baby Bop
Ooooh! So that's where it went.
At best I'd have to say we're stagnating a little with Sam's progress but the truth is there's been slight regression with some things. While Sam's still taking some "normal" food, we're back to a fair amount of pureed food. Sam's heightened sensory defensiveness is the most troubling issue right now. He is, once again, absolutely petrified of the "small things" he was doing okay with just a few weeks ago like being able to...
...I was just about to type "being able to stand and cruise along the bath in the evenings".
Where on earth is my mind? I keep saying it's almost as if something happened (eg. a fall) to make him frightened again because even just handling him in your arms is pretty challenging, if you lean him too far backwards or sidewards he freaks out and grabs whatever he can hold on to as if you're about to toss him over the side of a 30-storey building.
And I just remembered that a few weeks ago, while standing watching me ready his bath he suddenly released both hands and took a nasty tumble, landing up with a swollen and bloody lip. I think I even posted a pic on FB (I've come to the conclusion that FB is my blog's greatest enemy). Okay, so that's one mystery solved. Now to try figure out why he has become so much more flappy and stim-seeking, frustrated and angry and completely distressed with the slightest bit of social interaction.
Because of the amount of body-bashing Sam does to fall asleep and, during the course of the night, to get himself back to deep sleep, we decided a couple of months ago to change Sam's cot-bed set into the little bed. However, despite the awesome custom-made bedguard Dad made, Sam refused to sleep in the bed. So, trying desperately to revert back to the things which had previously seemed to work for Sam (he was quite happy throwing his little body violently against alternating sides of his cot, it was us who couldn't bare to watch it) Dad put the cot-part of the combo back together over the weekend.
Sam's quite happy to sit and iPad in his cot, but he's not doing a whole lot of sleeping in it yet. Patience.
Sam's sign for "cry". He keeps instructing everyone to cry.
Random : Taking the Tubbies for a stroll and, even though it leaves little place for his hands, he insists on all four of them coming along :)
We're starting a new adventure tomorrow...I really have my heart set on it being a blessed adventure for everyone concerned so here's hoping...xox