Minnesota Autism Mom

My lil one just got sick. Like really sick. Like..I have never seen him really throw-up before. He was clearly upset and wouldn’t drink anything. I can’t imagine what his mouth is like. Did I tell you he will no longer drink water or milk? Yeah, that’s super fun. Let’s chalk this up to another super fun phase. My solution? Watered down juice. Keep watering it down until it’s finally water. I don’t know what else to do. He used to like these things. He has gone days w/out drinking. This is why I had to go back to giving him juice. This was beyond some petty power struggle. Or I lost. I don’t know.

Anyway – NO idea where this sick thing just came from. We got him from school as usual. No report of having a bad day or symptoms. We took him to Wendy’s where all he did was drink pop and pretend to eat the hamburger we bought him. Yes, pretend. He is learning to take the world’s smallest bite so he can get what he wants. Which would be pop.

Then we went to the beach and had a good time. He sat in the shallowest part of the water and played with the water. Mostly just filling up his bucket, cup by cup. It was purposeful. This was fun. I felt normal. I even forgot about the screaming in Wendy’s where my husband kept telling me it was ok as I asked our child to quiet down. I have grown self-concious. I could see the people’s looks from the corner of my eye. They were real. They weren’t real annoyed. Just a little.

We went to DQ on the way home. Wow, we really eat healthy! Lil man now couldn’t eat enough of my dessert (see how I justify my caloric intake) and fell asleep easily as soon as we got home.

But, he didn’t want to wake from his nap. I had to make him. He ate Fruit Loops dry and I tried to make my own dinner. He only complied if he could physically be sitting on me or held. And then that’s where he acted different. He just was so sleepy. He wasn’t in a bad mood. He didn’t want to do anything. We watched Mickey, Blues Clues, but he prefered those stations that just play music. It was weird. Then he started fussing. I decided, ok, it’s 7 pm. You can go to bed now…I guess. And as we got up, he barfed. ew.

I don’t know why I wrote this down. I hope that he’s ok and that now that he got sick, it’s out of him. We have swimming lessons and a b-day party tomorrow. I would love to not be home w/ a sick child. But, I guess I can’t control this Wish me luck.