Saturday, November 28, 2009
let's just talk about something else, shall we?
Let's just say Thanksgiving day for us was not how we expected it to be.....we unfortunately had a week of dealing with an older child who became somebody else. The rage, the fits, the bursts of tears, the anger towards all of us sent my husband and I in a whirlwind of stress and worry. With the peak happening on Thanksgiving day, our concerns were more about making it through the day than trying to have any rest at all. Dinner was full of tears, as I ran away from the table exhausted and overwhelmed.
What was happening?
Our eldest son is asthmatic, and although his attacks are becoming less frequent as he gets older, he still benefits from a nightly dose of Benadryl to cope with allergies. As luck would have it I ran out, and gave Zyrtec a try instead (what was I thinking?). We unfortunately didn't make the connection until a week later, and with high hopes that this may be the catalyst, we sent him to bed Thanksgiving night without it. As I left the boys' room "thankful" that the day was over, I found myself in bed praying that this was the problem....I couldn't bear the thought that this was something more permanent, and oh how I hoped the worst was over.
The next day became our official Thanksgiving. We woke up to a boy who smiled and was happy. His physical anger towards his brother was replaced by excitement as the boys drew together on the floor by the fire. He no longer kicked the furniture, punched the walls, cried uncontrollably, spit at my face,etc... (Wow. This is hard for me to read that part back. It just tears me up....). He laughed, he hugged, he listened, he cared....he came back.
I know it was only one week, but it felt so much longer. We were scared and worried, feeling like we had lost control.
We are just so thankful. Thankful that we found the problem and managed to fix it. That poor guy couldn't help himself, and we had no idea. Looking back at it now, I can pinpoint the minute it began, and can't help but feel some guilt over not seeing it sooner. He had just as rough of a week as we did, and now we have focused on our thanksgiving "re-do". The dinner may have been leftovers shoved between two pieces of bread and a couple of glasses of "past it's prime wine", but it was the best Thanksgiving dinner we have had. We sat back and drank our vinegary drinks with happiness as the boys smiled and giggled alongside.
It was a great Thanksgiving. Just one day late.