Well, my parents were not able to babysit last night so we didn’t have our date night. Harrumph! We did manage to rent a movie and get some “down” time that wasn’t about studying, cleaning, doctor’s appointments or taking care of Nik. We got a commitment from my folks for this coming Friday night, though, so I think we can muddle through another week without forgetting each other’s name!
Today has been a terribly stormy day with thunder and lightning and driving rain. Though, why on earth it’s called driving rain is utterly beyond me; you can’t see a darned thing to drive when it rains that hard! Our well laid plans —to take Nik to the park in the morning then the pool in the afternoon —fizzled out big time. We took Nik to XBos instead.
Overall, he did really well. He cruised and climbed and slid with both Mommy and Daddy a few times. He seemed to be really enjoying himself until Daddy took him up into the structure one last time to try a different slide. We still don’t know what it was —the noise, the lights, being tired, or maybe fear — that made Nik completely freak out midway through the trek. I was waiting on the ground level while Niksdad took Nik up through the structure. They were having a perfectly good time until somewhere near the top.
I could see Nik fighting against going up the platforms as they got closer to the “big” slide (which Nik loved when he went down with Daddy a little while before). Daddy would help him up and then Nik would climb right back down. This went on a few times and then Nik just went ballistic. He fell to the floor screaming, crying, kicking, hitting his head and biting his hand. To say it was awful would be an understatement; I know you all fully understand what I am describing.
Poor Niksdad made the mistake of trying to restrain Nik (he was in a relatively safe area and was not in danger of falling) and got a head-butt in the nose as Nik thrashed and reared into him. I felt helpless and frustrated. I could see what Niksdad was trying wasn’t working and I didn’t want to tell him so in such a public way. I simply told him to keep Nik safe and I was on my way up. I don’t think I’ve ever climbed and clambered so fast in my life.
When I got to Nik he was still frantically wild —very much out of control. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my lap —receiving my own head-butt in the neck for my efforts. My objective wasn’t to restrain him but to stay with him (thinking very much of Kristina’s post about being Zen with Charlie) and to let him know he was OK. I just told him over and over that he was ok and that no one was going to make him do anything he didn’t want to do.
As I spoke very calmly to him, I began doing some joint compressions on his hands, arms and shoulders and gently pressing his hands together so he could (maybe?) get some calming input. I started to rock forward and back as I held him and hooked my arms under his knees, hugging them close to his chest. I felt his body begin to ease and the crying became more of a whimper. I scooped him up in my arms and asked Niksdad to go down first so I could hand Nik down to him as we went from level to level. At one point, I simply carried him until we got all the way down. By the time we got to the main floor, Nik was nearly recovered.
We took him into the toddler play area —with all the little Tumble Forms type stuff —Nik was back to normal in minutes. We decided it was time to go and headed back out in the rain. By the time we got on the road, Nik was singing and smiling as if nothing had happened.
I felt so awful for Niksdad. One, because Nik hit him so hard that he nearly broke his nose. Two, he didn’t know how to help when Nik really needed him. I don’t mean that in a judgmental way at all; rather, that we are still fumbling our way around and trying to figure out what works. Niksdad is still learning that restraint makes it worse. I think I get it more readily because I am the one that is usually with Nik at all of the “awful” appointments where he needs to be held down for something (like the g-tube stuff or EEG’s). Since I am not strong enough to hold Nik as he gets bigger, I have had to find alternatives.
The only reason I thought of trying the joint compression is because of Miss D, Nik’s new OT. I’ve watched what she’s done with him the two times we’ve seen her; it isn’t a magic cure at all, but it definitely helps Nik maintain focus and calm. I’ve been trying it at home over the weekend but haven’t been able to tell if it helps. I think I can safely say, after this morning, that it does.
Nik ended up having lunch and taking a nice nap while Niksdad got to study for his final exam tomorrow and I got out of the house for a short break. All is well and Nik is now sound asleep for the night. Let’s hope…