So 4 months later, merry Christmas, happy new year and all, here's what we've been up too...
After months and months of phone calls and referrals to every Tom, Dick and Harry we could think of we, finally had the diagnosis we expected; that our wee boy is on the spectrum.
Rewind several months ago or more ago and we were riding on grommets to solve all our problems, they were going to be a miracle so to speak and the hyperactive child who could not be tamed - or that's how it felt after me pulling my hair out and endless tears asking why being a parent is so hard- would be cool, calm and collected which is probably not a phrase used to describe many 2/3 year olds very often I now realise.
So it was a huge sigh of relief for us to be told, yes he is on the autism spectrum. And that was that, we all started a new chapter in learning about the world through our sons eyes and have been getting so much support left, right and centre it's amazing. I think I'll make another post during the week - if I remember- going into all the different organisations and support we have had.
That day, we came home, dad went back to work and I held the tears of relief back while watching our little boy who has no idea of the adventures were about to go on eat a bunch of grapes and watch monsters Inc until he took a danger nap - y'know the kind of nap where it's probably too late to expect a reasonable bedtime after, but you let them anyway because a grumpy toddler for the next couple of hours seems like hell.
It's scary to think that everything we know is changing for the best and the boy who took off his nappy pants and used a toy hammer to smash poo into the carpet - yes this happened, it doesn't only happen in the funny pictures you see shared on various social media groups - is now starting to listen to us and fly his helicopter round and make noises in the most beautiful way that we thought we would never experience with him, it's amazing how much of a difference it has made to us all by just being able to accept and embrace him as he is and not try to fit him in the box of what he should and shouldn't be doing at his age.
Riley has turned 3 since my first post and boy has he embraced being a threenager.
B2 (we haven't got a name yet) is due in a week and a half - it feels like there is about 900 days to wait- and it turns out choosing another boys name we agree on is extremely difficult. I'm mostly packed and prepared ready to go at a moment's notice and honestly don't think I have put much thought into giving birth and the rest of it, I must be due a meltdown very soon.
Despite the shambles of a start to summer which is more up and down than my hormones at the moment, a wee monkey who is expert in all things driving me loco and the stages of pregnancy I didn't get to experience last time - like stretch marks that are so itchy I may end up clawing the baby out by accident- the end to our year was a beautiful one with friends and family and the new year promises to be full of excitement from babies to seeing my parents for the first time in a year, which I fully intend to document it all on here, the good the bad and what I highly suspect to be most of, the ugly.
