I wish every post could be uplifting and optimistic, but I'd be lying if I didn't say there are some days I want to throw my hands up and say I'm done, someone else needs to take over. Then there comes along a rewarding breakthrough day that gets me over the feeling sorry for myself that makes me excited to see what Dacotah does in the future. So with that being said:
School, Dacotah is doing great. He still has a lot of separation anxiety when we drop him off in the mornings, but greets us with the worlds biggest smile at pickup time, followed by "when is sissy coming home". He doesn't tell me about his day, but his therapist reach out and let me know what they are working on so we can keep working with him on the weekends and when school is out. As a mom with my focus being on him when I see his facebook pictures at school, I notice the small things, that he is sitting just outside of the group, that he is listening to the teacher, or that he never looks at the camera when they try to take his picture. These are little things. The big thing is he is learning. He gets very frustrated when he can't get the words out.
Halloween: Dacotah wanted to be batman, so we got him a $15 costume from Walmart that had a face mask, well as you can imagine the face mask last 2 seconds. Literally long enough to snap a quick photo! Big sister was a kitty cat and was super excited because this year she would get to meet up with a friend instead of only going to a few houses. We went to our regular places and by the 4th stop of the night, Dacotah says "it's late me go mommy's house". I told him we needed to make one more stop to the trunk or treat at our home church. (I still call it our home church even though we have barely gone since he was born, the constant worry of his allergies and him melting down, prevents me from feeling okay with "dumping" him off on the nursery worker.) So we get there and are greeted awesome with always "How are you all and how's Dacotah". Dacotah shys away but does wave hi, Montana runs off to visit her friends from her old school. As we are standing there Dacotah notices Mr. Rocky and the popcorn machine. He says "me watch that". So Rocky loads up the popcorn machine and Dacotah stands mesmerized by it for the next 30 minutes. He rarely looks up and it's just long enough to make sure that I'm watching it too. Linda says "My he sure is growing, and with tears in my eyes and my heart breaking "yeah he sure is, but it's heartbreaking that my soon to be 5 year old would rather be watching this vs trick-or-treating"". Everyone tells me he will get there and he is making progress for sure. After he has his fill of watching the machine, he says he is ready to go bye bye and takes off toward the van.
We continue to meetup with Montana's friend B and her family. Make a quick pitstop by my friends house to see them dressed up like mustard and ketchup. Dacotah sees the fire hall is open, so we stop by to see our local firemen and their big trucks. They see Dacotah and tell me to take him in to look at the trucks, and for the next half hour, Dacotah smiles ear to ear, racing from one truck to the other, back to another, ringing the bells and having a blast. Thanks Big Stone Fire Department he had a blast!
So we leave from there to grab some food so I can get us ready for our trip to go see Dr. Sprouse in Maryland. It's just Dacotah and me this time. His dad is in training in Roanoke for his new job. To say I am dreading this drive alone, would be an understatement.
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