Meltdown

You finally woke up at 7.15am. After an initial stirring at 4.30am, you finally raised yourself after 14 or 14.5 hours. Although we would normally be happy, we were actually quite worried. Mummy said if it carried on she would call a doctor, upon which I sort told her not to overreact. You are now trying to source your energy from different foods, different food groups, and you are getting little protein or at least we suspect you are getting very little.

Then you flapped your arms. And we looked at each other. It's funny, four days and you can get very used to no screeching and jumping. But you were definitely stimming again. I thought maybe it was the lack of a bath of Epsom Salts the night before - I don't know. I just seems that the Epsom Salts calmed you down a lot. Your language and eye contact were good, but all the patience and calmness with regards to things that stimulate you went. You were fine in the lift and with obsessions, but when we dropped Mummy off at work there were genuine tears. A meltdown, 10 minutes of crying. Then we got to Safta's to drop off the forms for Bituah Leumi and you were hysterical, you wanted to go in, and because of Saba Mendes and his absolutely unbelievable stupidity, we can't go in when he is there. It is amazing that you have more maturity than him. My child is having a 10 minute meltdown because he takes some form of exception to me. I'll put up with it temporarily because you are much more important, but something will give and it will be him.

I got you back to the house and gave you a bath. It seems that the Epsom Salts need 15-20 minutes, and it is sometimes hard to either get the bath filled or keep you in there for that long. You keep turning off the taps, and then you get a bit irritable and ask for the towel. We did give it a go though. Odd how you now love your mum giving you baths more than me, a couple of years ago it was our time.

The day carried on like that a lot. You had a long nap, which made me think that all sorts of things are going on with your body - the old balance is being knocked out of kilter. There could be some detoxing and some healing going on too. Doesn't stop us getting very scared though that this might be putting too much of a strain on you. I can't see it. I mean, you eat - no law says it has to be based on one type of flour rather than another. You have never been hungry and you get enough treats not to think you are being punished or anything. I think it is concerns over nothing.

Odd though, through these tantrums and outbursts of frustration and inability to cope, you still had improved eye contact. Usually, that went to pot at times like this. And the language you used was still more dynamic, less scripted. The was still less echolalia. Some bad days all we heard was the phrasing used on Numberjacks or Titch.

We picked Mummy up and went to the Winter Pond Park for an hour. It was very good to see you happy, and we had lots of fun running around. Mummy doesn't get to come to play with us a lot, so we climbed a bit and ran a lot. You obviously think that ice lollies are free, not 4 shekels. Mummy checked the labels, and the Strauss one was fine, you got lemon flavour. You climbed on the table where two likely lads were sitting and said "arukhat erev". Very sweet. They were very taken with you, though it was hard to explain to everyone you weren't allowed to eat dairy, and you had a celiac diet too. You also did a very weird thing. You went off to a quiet part of the park, and stood there. Quiet and motionless. Mummy said you were doing a poo. Sure enough you were. But unlike before where I think that you were maybe not even aware that you were pooping, this time it was quite determined. And the poop was pretty solid. I've been thinking that you have sensory issues around your bowels. If, for example, you were always in an IBS style discomfort you would just expect that to be the case, you wouldn't complain all the time, that is just life. And you wouldn't really know about when you were pooing. You just go. You can always go, if you see what I mean. Now, when I was collecting the pee, on Day 1 of the diet, you knew you needed a wee. You asked me to give you the pot, and you put it in place and peed in it. It was quite weird - sort of potty training. You tell me when you want to go, and we put you in the right place. And that was the night after the Epsom Salts and the first day of not fighting during nappy changing. Now this, fully aware you are pooing. If this theory is right, it is not surprising it is hard to potty train kids with sensory problems. Anyway, your poop - solid as it was - caught us unprepared, and a nice Arab lady gave us a Huggies #5. Despite the fact that I did actually have a nappy in the car.

You had double helpings of your Epsom Salts Bath today. Mummy gave you a bath in the evening, and as she was putting you to bed I collapsed, I didn't even see the second half of Maccabi away to Alba Berlin. It was one of those days I think.

Today's Food:

Breakfast: Date & Banana Smoothie with hidden Calcium Citrate - gulped down!!! Cornflakes and Rice Milk

Snack: After this, I just don't remember!!! It's hard to keep a log of everything when you aren't actually able to open the laptop without you commandeering it.