Last weekend, I hit rock bottom. It was a rough weekend. One that was filled with less eye contact, more tantrums and general frustration. I was convinced we were going backwards.
I have a little bit of an anxiety problem.
Things are getting better. The Mini likes his teachers. He’s babbling in his incoherent baby babble a lot more over the last two days, making a lot more eye contact, completely unprompted and at random. There were even a few times where he would come up and just randomly spout something out. He’s asking for things more. Usually his cup or a snack, but he’s realizing that he needs to ask and is trying hard to enunciate snack so that I understand, “No woman, it’s the god damn SNACK I want, NOT my cup.” He’s less frustrated knowing that he can ask for things. He’s been happier and more affectionate over the last few days. Yesterday, he “read” Snuggle Puppy to me, complete with kisses on the appropriate pages.
We still have a long way to go, and that’s OK, but a large part of getting through this is letting go and just letting be what will be.
And that’s the hardest part.