You and I…
There are a few words everyone single person in the world is fed up of hearing right now so I will just get them out of the way…
Not many people think like me but if you read my last post you will be aware that I rely on my job for a little break; a cheeky three day holiday in which I am not Mummy but I am Marie and Marie never has snot or other bodily fluids on her clothes, Marie very rarely has to speak to her colleagues in baby-talk and she can have a conversation which doesn’t end up getting hit or bitten. I love been a mom but I need that time to be Marie… Sometimes I forget who she is.
I know it was a risky thing to want but my goal was to stay in my office as long as possible, to maintain my routine (and in turn Williams) but also to keep hold of my sanity. I cried when I was told I would be needed to work from home, not just little tears but load messy ones. 😭
Dave tried really hard to let me work in peace in my little office/bedroom but it proved a little too difficult to forget I was there, especially during a particularly bad nappy explosion which I would have usually avoided had I been at work.
I made it through two shifts, The Wednesday of the first week and the Monday of the second. I’m not going to lie I probably did more work on those days that I would have done at the office because there were no distractions, Head phones on, blinds open and frantically typing away. On the Monday an email came out stating furloughs were on the cards and would be discussed with our line manager that day who would be in touch… Hours felt like days and then the call came. I was being furloughed and would not be allowed to work until further notice… this was indefinitely with no end date in sight.
From a business perspective it makes perfect sense and I knew I would be one of the first on the list because lets face it. How much training can I do on my own in my bedroom. I had loads of material to work on but that isn’t a necessity. My complete access was revoked within 2 hours… ‘HELLO!!! I STILL WORK THERE!!!’ I can’t even sign into my laptop to write on here or play bloody solitaire. I can’t do anything… indefinitely. My anxiety kicked in; I didn’t finish my last presentation! would I ever finish it? It was really good, or I think it was but I can’t even check!
I’m still getting paid which is amazing as it means I can still provide for my little family but it does worry me that if this doesn’t end soon will all of us on furlough be first on the chopping block for redundancies… As HR put it: My role was identified as one in which the work can be absorbed by other areas of the business… what if they realise this can be done permanently? Now I have this little nagging feeling that I made a mistake when I changed my contract even though it made me eligible for my new role and I love my job but the little niggle is still there and i know it is completely irrational. I mean I know my work didn’t release this virus to get rid of me but that doesn’t stop my brain thinking all sorts 😷
William has been on top form since nursery closed its doors about three weeks ago. If you have read any of our previous blogs you will be well aware we are all slaves to his routine because he can not handle any changes. Plus lets add Chicken Pox to the mix because things aren’t difficult enough for him!!!
One of the first things that happens when something changes in his routine is that he stops eating and since food is such a high motivator for him that it is always a massive concern to us. He usually goes one or two days and will not eat a single thing, no matter how many of his favourite things we try to bribe him with.
Popcorn – NO
Cake – NO
Sprouts – NO
Chips – NO
Mummy’s flesh – ALWAYS!
After a while he will start picking at small amounts. The dog loves these days as William will bring food to his mouth but then throw it behind him or just shove the full plate to the floor. Rusty eats so well on these days 🐕
The following day he will be ravenous and will demolish adult sized portions and then start on mine and Dave’s too. Occasionally the dogs and almost always any bits of paper he can get his hands (or should I say teeth) on. Unfortunately his poo doesn’t come gift wrapped like I so often joke.
Speaking of shit… Williams Neurodevelopmental paediatrician says its not uncommon for children with autism to have ‘lazy’ bowels which makes sense as he has never been regular but when it finally comes its usually uncontrollable and smeared all over his bedroom 💩
He doesn’t even care when he has been (the phrase happy as a pig in shit has never been so true 🐷) so it often goes unnoticed until the smell hits us 🤮 however there has been an exception recently… during a nappy change he crawled onto my lap for a cuddle or so i thought. He giggled and pooed all over me!!!
The other day on one of his no food days William decided he didn’t want to be anywhere near me all day. He stayed in the same spot on the sofa only moving to lift his arm for his juice. He didn’t sleep, he just laid there for hours staring into space. after a few hours he crawled on to my lap and curled up like one of those yappy little Yorkshire terrier type dogs. It was cute and I felt privileged he had come to me for some comfort. I welled up a little and stroked his hair and in return he threw up all over both of us and then for good measure all over the rug too 🤮 Every parent has to deal with messy incidents but William absolutely detests getting s bath or shower so it always results in more trauma for him… and us.
As time has passed he understands what no means but choose not to listen. He will stop what he’s doing, pretend to do something else and then decided to do it anyway. Last Thursday he was doing everything he usually knows not to, The things that could result in him getting hurt.
He climbed on top of the TV stand and tried to pull the TV over… “William No!”
He climbed the dining table and threw the contents to the floor… “William No!”
He rattled all the kitchen cupboards. Purposefully spilt his drink on the floor. Fed the dog his breakfast. Threw the plate on the floor. Hit me when he realised he had no food left and then preceded to flip his table and chair.
After a few hours I had to lock myself in the bathroom to get away from my 3 year old and have a cry… He cried the entire time I was in there whilst rattling the door handle #badmom
I just needed a few minuets to let it out away from him and compose myself as he doesn’t understand when I’m upset or frustrated.
He knows I shouldn’t be at home, He knows he should be at nursery and he knows when he hasn’t seen Big Nanna. I don’t know if he will get used to this craziness and I don’t know if I want him to? I’m praying this ends soon. If he gets used to it things will be easier for us but then we will have the same battle on our hands if things get back to normal… not if! WHEN!! WHEN THINGS GET BACK TO NORMAL!
We call Big Nanna every day so he can hear her voice and she can hear him laugh and chunter…She sings round and round the garden to him and I do the actions. It adds a small amount of normality and routine to our long days but it makes me sad. He has a certain smile that he saves only for her and I miss seeing it. I miss seeing Nan’s face when he immediately leads her to the biscuit barrel or the mischief in his face when he finds both doilies in her living room and places them together (usually on the floor) The bond they have is so special and if i’m honest it makes me a little jealous sometimes but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I worry about Williams development now more than ever as he has been showing slow but wonderful improvements recently after a lengthy period of no change or even regression and I panic in case this drastic change causes him to regress again and it was devastating last time but he is slowly edging into the up to twenty months bracket and I really want him to get there. No movement is better than moving backwards but only time will tell.
Will this be over in time for his PCP meeting in May. They told us it was a really important meeting to get his EHCP in place ready to start applying for schools in winter. Will this happen? What if because of this virus we can’t have our meeting, meaning he doesn’t have an EHCP, meaning we can’t get him into a school that would be suitable for his needs? Lisa (early years team) called to check we were OK and asked me to call her if I needed anything. Why didn’t I ask her these questions? If there is no end in sight by middle of April I will call her.
I also need to chase his blood tests and genetics testing as we never heard anything and we are unlikely to do so now. Also no follow up appointment with his Neurodevelopmental paediatrician. Its crazy because its not essential healthcare but it is to my boy! it is to me! I feel utterly selfish thinking about these things but if I don’t who will?