Finally got him into a child Psychologist today. Hopefully this will help him. After my obligatory parent 20 mins for the first session to explain why we were here and what was happening, he went in.
And you know what? He came out...HAPPY...that made me happy. I am hoping he can get some of his worries of his chest and start to feel like a kid again, happy, carefree etc.. To be 11 and be so emotionally distressed is not good and it breaks my heart to see it.
This has been such a long term thing...Grade 1, I have been back and forth between GPs, Specialist, dietitians, Ear/eye Drs, teachers, Royal Children's Hospital Behaviour Clinic and I really think this is my last port of call.
I want him to be happy.
I want him to enjoy school.
I want him to be an active part of our family.
Unfortunately he inherited my crappy genetics. (Hence why I would never donate eggs or do a traditional surrogacy) Ok 1/4 kids to inherit is not bad statistic, but to watch my child suffer because its in his genes...no.
Anyhoo, enough about B...
Skippy is getting bigger, Tummy is getting bigger and I feel her more and more now. I even felt her by putting my hand on my tummy tonight and got a little poke :)
Nawww, cant wait until they are stronger and IM and IF can feel them too :)
