Sigh.
So we spent all of yesterday with hubs’ family, which means four little boys tumbling around like maniacs outside at their Grandma’s farm all day. Although we did go see Iron Man in the afternoon, and then the guys all had a poker game while I got my boys and their cousins settled down for the night.
My mother in law insisted on keeping Mouse while we went to the movies, then of course was exhausted when we got back and had a list of comments and criticism a mile long concerning how we raise him, because in her mind he doesn’t need any therapy and we just need to “be firm” and “learn to spank.” (Her and my sister-in-law’s versions of spanking includes wooden spoons and belts, which to me is beating a child and not even spanking.)
Because she knows so much more than all his interventionists and therapists who have a file full of his developmental and speech delays @_@
She keeps commenting on his “sucking his thumb” and how we need to “pepper it”. Ugh. He doesn’t suck his thumb - he bites it. He also chews his fingers, toys, clothing, and anything he can darn well fit in his mouth. This is why I have special teethers and nursing necklaces for him to chew as well, because he is constantly searching for oral stimulation. There is something he feels he needs, just like a smaller infant does, and I’m not about to put Tabasco sauce on everything or hit my child for putting things in his mouth.
It’s so frustrating when we are seeing huge progress in his speech and behavior now that he has been in speech and physical therapy for over a month and all my husband’s family seems to focus on is his “bad” behavior when he can’t act or talk the way they expect a nearly three year old to do.
Don’t even ask what her reaction would be if she knew he wasn’t weaned yet :P
Of course he was an angel all day today at church and visiting my mom’s nursing home, and our whole family is suddenly the recipients of loads of spontaneous hugs and kisses. Earlier when he did something clever and I said, “Good boy!”, he turned around and hugged me and said, “Good momma!” for the first time. So nice to have him choosing to be physically affectionate and using some two word sentences now.
I will say, after seeing how my husband’s family reacts to Mouse’s needs and issues, I feel so, so blessed to have had parents who were always just very accepting of me and my differences due to being autistic. I’m also very glad that if something were to happen to me and my husband, we’ve made it clear we want my sister to raise the boys, and not any of my in-laws :(