Before I bore you with details about who goes where on a Wednesday, let me set the scene for this particular Wednesday:
|Scary, on a better day, playing on a play|
mat and Mack helping him find the toys.
Scary has reflux. He has a milk protein allergy. His formula expires after one hour. He needs to gain weight. To that end, he NEEDS to eat. Guess what? He struggles to drink a bottle. Can you hear those soft sobs? It's me whimpering.
His folks have been thrilled that I could get him to drink his bottles better than anyone. They asked me to ramp him up to 5 ounces from 4. Me: 'I got this. Hey, this is my domain.'
Wednesday: Scary arrived with a cold (thanks to Joey who came with a really nasty cold last week, which earned him free-play, solo in the basement playroom each day. No germ sharing on my watch). Damn germs spread anyway- I must've blinked. Scary WAS IMPOSSIBLE. It took me 2 hrs to feed him 3.5 ounces. After he had a huge blowout, I suspected that it was more of a tummy issue than his cold. Coach thinks I'm crazy for blaming everything on poop, but I am rarely wrong.
THEN: We believe the novelty of being far away from home at college has worn off for Lad. He calls home daily- sometimes more than once a day. If I was in a joking mood, I would ask my readers if they remember how impossible he was before college? Rants about 'I am never coming home to visit during college!' are a distant memory.
My non-joking manner stems from the fact that Coach and I have been quite concerned. We don't dare say, 'Why are you calling home so much? Do you miss us? (bust a gut laughing because that COULDN'T be possible). If we ask why he is calling home so much, and he needs to feel a connection to us - then what happens if he is embarrassed to call home, who does he reach out to?
Anyway, it has been weighing on my heart. Then Wednesday: Ed texted me during school to say that he is worried about Lad. My weighted-down heart sank. Ed was all: 'Talk tonight' - I was all: 'No you tell me what is happening right now!' Apparently, Lad texted Ed reminiscing about childhood. I called Coach who was all: 'I have patients.' And I was all: 'No God damn it, your patients can wait!'
So we decided to contact Chip -therapist who worked with us when kids had issues related to ADD. I still see him a few times a year when I need to sort shit out. I highly recommend this to anyone. Well worth the money. Stigma, pigma. I, for one, am over it.
Chip calmed me down. He believes that Lad reaches out to us when he is overwhelmed or stressed. Initially he thought it could have been because he was lonely, but I pointed out that he 1-has a girlfriend. 2- is thrilled the crappy assistant water polo coach quit. 3-had the whole team over to his apartment for the Superbowl. 4- seems to have friends and says he likes the school.
Chip admitted that all of his kids went thru a phase in college where a flip was switched from 'I am going far away from you' to 'Can you visit me every other weekend?'
Chip's advice was for Coach and I to call Lad a few times a week to check in with him. Make sure he feels our presence. Good advice, especially because then I can control when I call him. Don't get me started about my kid's ill-timed phone calls. Never fails.
Well, now you know what was stressing me out, I will need a whole other post to tell you about the perfect ending to my day. Come back! Promise? I am vulnerable, are you not getting that?!