I don’t think many of us handle change all that well, especially when it’s change that is thrust upon us rather than change we choose, but I am seeing how Caleb, at two and a half is really having a tough go of it.
He has been extremely clingy and mom-centric for the last few weeks (which why Tuesday was surely meant to be)…and I think it has a lot to do with Russ’ schedule. He never knows if daddy will be home when he wakes up or when he gets home from school. There’s no predictability or regularity to the schedule these days. And in the last month, I’ve been gone for two weekends for the Montreat College Conference and our Youth Mystery Mission Trip.
And to make matters worse, we converted his crib to a toddler bed last weekend because he got his leg over the rail at nap time and we wanted to avoid a fall and injury. I thought he would be excited about his big boy bed…but he said, “No, it’s not right” and did not want any part of it.
THEN, I went and cut his hair…too short. I thought I could totally do it myself while Russ was working, but I picked the wrong gauge. oops. He’s still cute though. Obviously.
I realized he was having a tough time with all this change when it occurred to me that he has picked the same two books to read before nap and bedtime EVERY DAY for the last two weeks. One little thing he could control. One little thing that wouldn’t change. While I was getting a little tired of reading the same books over and over and over again…if that’s a safe haven in the midst of the crazy that his dad and I trust upon him, I can roll with that.
Especially now that he has added another change to the mix. We have always said with this boy who plays hard, runs fast, and falls often, it wouldn’t be a matter of IF he broke a bone, but when. If with our best efforts at preventing injury, the when is now. He fell off the steps on the playground at school yesterday and we made our second trip to the MUSC peds ER…which just happens to be where Russ is working now, so that was convenient. X-rays confirmed that he broke his collar bone.
Poor little guy. This boy who plays hard, runs fast, and falls often is tied up in a sling. His arm hurts whenever he uses it or moves it wrong.
He was happy yesterday when on some loopy meds
But today has been a bit rougher. So he’s stayed in his pjs…held on tightly to his lovie…watched too much TV…and gotten lots of snuggles from mom and dad
And we’ve already read “Go Dog, Go” and “Henry’s Awful Mistake” a few times.
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