It has been a rocky road in the Bland house. Sam has the flu, and tonight I had my own little 5 star visit to Memorial Hermann. I have a respiratory infection, a bronchial infection, and asthma. I got 3 breathing treatments and a boat load of medicine. I am so tired of not being able to breathe. 3 weeks is far longer than I had planned to be sick. Sam has been on Tamiflu since Thursday, and today he still has fever and sounds awful, but I think we are seeing some signs of improvement. Thank the Lord.
Maggie, Sam, and I all had our flu shots, and my girl and I haven’t come down with it. Maggie has been on Tamiflu, as it would be really dangerous with her asthma to get the flu.
My sick baby boy 😦
Me at my MOST attractive. It kind of looks like a mug shot, huh?
We were so excited for tomorrow, because Katy Mills Mall organized a sensory specialized time and place for kids like Samuel to see Santa without being overstimulated. We had an appointment, and we would not have to wait in hour long lines. And, although we can’t go this year, what a blessing this will be for other children with various health and disability issues. What a thoughtful thing to do. It is called Caring Santa. 
Our ticket
Our ticketWhen I took Sam to the doctor Thursday, he had just started showing symptoms and wanted to get off my lap. He walked over to a stranger and began rubbing his head on her knee, just checking it all out. The mama was so sweet to him. I explained to her that he does that instead of using his hands when he comes in contact with anything and anybody new.
I was immediately conscious of how most autistic children have no sense of “stranger danger.” It just worries Scott and me so much because he has no concept of the world out there, and he cannot communicate for help if he is hurt or scared.
Thankfully, he is still so young, and I am always with him. I am scared to send him all day to an ABA therapy school when the new year comes. As a mother, my mind is constantly spinning with what ifs.
What if he is not treated nicely, and he can’t tell me?
What if he is unhappy all day and can’t say it?
What if I didn’t make the right choice for him?
It is so consuming at times, that I just have to put my brain in numb mode. Easier said than done, for sure!
I am dreading the day that I drop him off for the first time. But, I am going to have to trust my instincts, which means listening to God’s cues and guidance. It is so hard to give control to the one with the master plan. He does know best. He will protect my baby. He will wrap him in people who love him. I will remind myself of this every day until I can finally let go.
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Let go let God. When thoughts go through our minds like a carousel that you cannot stop……Let go let god….good thing to remember. Thank you. Hoping the Bland household feels better soon !
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