This has become the new saying in the house because quite a few times a day Evan gets into something he shouldn’t and even Dylan now says “OH EVAN!” Most of the time Dylan just laughs at him which as you can imagine doesn’t help 😉 Evan turns 3 next month and it is reminding me what a long way we have come. I’ve been really frustrated with myself lately for my lack of memory. I thought I was passed being pissed about what had happened in that labor room 3 years ago, but I guess I am not. It’s causing more problems than I thought. Adam has to deal with the gaps of memory that sometimes does not make sense. I can sometimes remember the most random things that doesn’t have any significance but can’t remember an important date. I am terrible with recognizing people (even right after meeting them), can’t remember names, and have to write everything down.
With all of these issues, I have to realize that I am lucky but damn it sometimes it doesn’t feel that way when my 6 year old looks at me with confusion when I can’t remember something he had told me. For all I know, he thinks I just don’t care.
Evan continues to have some speech issues, but last week after going back to see the ENT, it was decided it was best to proceed with having ear tubes put in. This was after getting 2 ear infections within a 6 week period. They scheduled it really quickly and we had to go into surgery yesterday morning at 6:45 AM. I basically had to do what we did for the sedated ABR hearing test. I went into the room with him where we put the mask on him for gas while the anesthesiologist talked softly about taking a balloon ride and flying high in the sky which was totally appropriate since he is always talking about flying to the moon! He was out quickly, I gave him a kiss and it seemed like it took 10-15 mins and he was in recovery. Since the little bugger didn’t sleep the night before, he was OUT! Daddy tickled his feet until he woke up. We had to make sure he was OK before we were discharged.
He was in a little discomfort, but we gave him some Tylenol and he has been in a pretty good mood since so it looks like everything went fine. PHEEEW! I am positive we made the right decision here.
He went back to preschool and recently had a Mother’s Day brunch where he was supposed to hand me a potted flower and bring me to the table and serve me a Pb&J sandwich but as usual he did not want to participate and refused to be a part of the group. While all the parents stared on, I tried to calm him down and get him to sit at the table with me but kept screaming “NO TANKS!!” (This is because he would typically scream out “NO” so we are trying to replace that =) It was just too much for him (and me because I felt like I was going to cry if I had to sit there any longer with everyone’s eyes on me) so off we went and he was happy again.
I felt a little pathetic walking out because I could not stop the flow of tears. I sucked it up quickly and decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and I should be grateful that he is at least talking more! We just have to kick these behaviors =)