I know things can be worse. I know I have a lot to be thankful for. I know Auggie has improved his eating. I know there will be good days and bad days but we'll get through them. And I know Auggie is happy (most of the time) and healthy.
(If you want to skip ahead to the pictures, feel free... I'm going to rant for paragraph or two.)
But today's Occupational Therapy (OT) appointment was horrible! I feel like I've failed all moms in the history of the world because I could not get Auggie to eat. He only ate 4.5 ounces of his morning bottle (which is typically 6-7 ounces). He ate a smidgen of a blueberry waffle and one or two bits of yogurt without me having to force it into his mouth. He usually eats a quarter to a half of a waffle and a little less than half of his yogurt. His sessions are 45-60 minutes long and I promise you, he screamed and whined for about 30 of it. I felt bad for the therapist, myself, Auggie and everyone else in the building. When I finally went downstairs to check out and pay our co-pay, the secretary at the front just kind of chuckled and said "All done, hun??" while looking at Auggie. I was so embarrassed! And much more frustrated! I couldn't do anything to console Auggie... he didn't want to be in the high chair, held or on the floor walking. Everywhere he wanted to be, he couldn't because there were other sessions going on. It was taking everything in my body to keep myself from crying out of frustration.
I just don't get it. I know appetites change from day to day but I don't know where we went wrong or why Auggie is so aggravated with eating. I don't even want to go back for another OT appointment because we haven't gotten any new information to help him along. Should we go back? Auggie eats (or not) in front of the therapist and she just says "keep doing what you're doing... he'll get it soon." Ugh!
And now onto pictures! These were all from just before bed time last night. He likes to pile his stuffed animals into his ball pit and throw them out and lay in them. I love how his hair gets all static-y when he plays in the ball pit.
|Look at that hair!|
|I don't know if you can tell, but the|
brown animal on the right is being thrown
|Guess its time for bed!|