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Motherhood after Infertility and Parenting a child with ASD

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Still maintaining…

I am still trucking along. It’s been 9 weeks since starting my eating/life style change and while I am more lax on the weekends, I stick pretty strict during the week. I have lost 22.6 pounds so far but still have quite a way to go. As of right now though, I am on track to meet my goal by the time we meet with our RE in July. I just need to make sure I stay on the wagon and keep working at it.

I had the first of my dental procedures two weeks ago (a root canal) and am anxiously awaiting my next appointment on the 23rd. That appointment I will be sedated and they will tackle everything that is wrong with my teeth: three crowns and 6 additional cavities. I am so ready to have a healthy mouth again. Rotting teeth suck and while I know I did it to myself, I still am having trouble thinking about going and getting it all fixed. The money alone for this is INSANE, approx $10,000 before insurance (which will cover about $3,500 of it).

G is still his adorable difficult self. He has been having difficulty in daycare with his “strong personality” and has days where his behavior is so bad that they make sure to tell me about it outside away from him/the other kids. Then he has fantastic days where he is nice and behaves – I never know what report I am going to get when I pick him up. The terrible two have started a little too early for me and I hear age three is even worse so I am not sure how I am going to survive the next year and a half but we will do it together.

He has also started to regress a little with his sleeping but I am honestly soaking it up. He went through a period where he didn’t want to rock or cuddle before bed and I was slightly devastated but the past couple days he hasn’t wanted to let go of me at bedtime. I am cherishing every single second of it since I don’t know when it’s going to end.

He is growing SO much and most of the time I just wish it would slow down. How I miss him being so little when at the same time realizing he is only 20 months… how can a 20 month old be so OLD? It’s hard to wrap my mind around most days. I love him more than life itself and yet he can drive me to my breaking point in only a few hours. Wouldn’t have it any other way though!