Good day today. Big Brother completed day 4 with no ‘time out’ removals. I plan, soon to create a “Peace Spot” for him (and Little) that is more of a sensory / coping / soothing place. I dislike time out and use it sparingly. I feel they’d be learning more to have a ’quiet place’ to go to – something to cuddly, maybe dim light, some sensory fidgets – so they can learn to self regulate rather than just learn “this gets you in trouble”. It is good to know “this is not ok” but that does not really do much unless they are learning another option in place of the not ok choice. So I really have been looking at ideas for creating a spot they can choose to go, or a spot I can suggest that offers something to then rather than just removes them. In the mean time, Big got though day 4 without a time out – at day 7 I have promised him a reward. The ‘stay out of time out another day’ goal has been something I can quote to him to get them to STOP and THINK, which is what he needs – to stop and think. Momma has to be responsible to be aware and remind him before he starts to cycle up and can’t think clearly.
Started Phonics Pathways with Big Brother today; and Little Brother was hanging on my other arm joining in as he can (he’d be able to do it all if he had the speech ability). Right now ve are talking about the 5 vowels and practicing their soft sounds (a = ant and so on). we’ll remain on this “lesson” until he can tell me the 5 vowels off the top of his head and quickly give their soft sound as I flip the letters up for him. The goal it is make it automatic before moving forward. He already knows them; it is just a question of practice and practice until it is fast and automatic.
Took the boys to the park today to enjoy some sun and fresh air.
This past week when Little Brother saw the GI doctor, he had blood taken in the lab, it was HORRIBLE. Poor little trooper. He sat still, on my lap, for the first stick. One labbie sticking him and one holding his wrist. I had him in my lap and held his other hand. She got the vein right off and I do not think she was ready, she jumped, sprayed blood all over and pulled the needle out (insert momma smacking her forehead here). The female, nicest term I have, holding poor Little’s wrist says “It hurts, but you can’t jump” uh he DID NOT MOVE, I said as much and was hugging him and trying to sooth him. I vas holding him, and he was trying to be good; HE is not the one that jumped. Big Brother had HUGE eyes and looked like he was going to cry. So that “assistant” left and had she not Momma would have insisted. The Labbie said “I need help” (really, you think) and brought in an older woman. Little really freaked as soon as they started the process on his other arm, I help him and he was screaming before she even started. Poor little guy, momma was getting MAD. Big Bother hid under the table and put his hands on his ears and was crying too. She poked the second arm and then started to dig for the vein. My head was going to explode; Little was flexing his entire body and screaming. The older lady quickly took the needle, pulled it out a little and sank it into the vein; lucky for her she did. Then she let the younger labbie complete the draw, she was changing syringes (not tubes like every other lab I have seen, syringes) of blood and dropped one on the floor, splattering more blood around, Big crawled out from under the table, picked it up with one hand (other still on ear) and picked it up for her and scurried back under the table. Finally done, Little was a soaking wet rag doll, I carried him out, he didn’t even lift his head off my shoulder, the screams and tears eased down to choked sobs in my neck. Big was a great help carrying everything out and staying right with me. (I think the happy face on the pressure bands just adds insult to injury, myself)