Before Connor’s surgery to help infection drain off his ears there was so much going on with him. He screamed most of the day. He only slept 10 min at a time and wanted to eat all the time. He didn’t want to be consoled. Just wrapped up and put into his swing.
I was still trying to recover from his delivery and I was exhausted all the time. Not to mention the stress of not being financially ok, no matter what we did.
I was a mess. No one knew I was feeling that way. No one knew what was going on in our life. Just comments on how we obviously made bad decisions since we were poor. We usually got told what we were doing wrong instead of asking what was going on. Judgments were made without knowing anything. That made it harder.
About this time is when we were wondering if there was something more wrong with Connor besides his immune problem. He didn’t want to be held. He acted like he could t get enough to eat. He had to have weighted blankets on him. And there was the regression he would go through.
He would hit a milestone early. Like really early for his age and then regress. It was so hard because I wasn’t getting any answers from doctors or anyone else. Just that I was a bad mom. (No I did not feel entitled to receiving help, but I really did need some).
Much later Connor would receive the diagnosis of Autism. It explain so many things, especially his screaming. It was because of sensory problems. But the diagnosis was the beginning of a long uphill battle.
To this day we do not know why he was getting sick all the time. And no it wasn’t just eat infections. Poor guy had RSV several times one winter, along with other sicknesses like bronchitis and bronchial pneumonia. This left him with developing asthma.
After his surgery which tubes were placed in his ears (took all of our money and then some), he could run and play a lot better. The day of surgery after his anesthesia wore off he took off running.
He continued to be sick a lot but at least he could hear. His poor ears would drain and drain. His meltdowns got worse at this point.
This would lead up to my first miscarriage that I had at 20 weeks along.
To Be Continued…
Adventures in Carrolling 