Days like today are why I restarted this blog.
I'm sitting here crying during a work break. Lucas is being super difficult for my mom and I don't know what to do.
He is not an "easy" child. He is a 2 year old. His behavior may be typical for his age, but is so much more destructive than we have seen before that it makes it hard.
The typical punishments or redirecting don't seem to work. And I don't know what to do. I'm requesting guidance, but am lost anyway. He is healthy but has potential Apraxia (he can't be diagnosed just yet) and has been in therapy via Zoom since April.
A year ago when the doctor first suggested he might have a speech problem and wanted to do a referral I laughed, I figured he was a later talker like me. Now it's real that it's not just delayed speech. He has a problem that he needs to work hard on to improve and we need to work hard with him.
And I'm not coping with it well. I also feel like I am the only one doing anything to help. Struggling to work with him to improve and work on his speech.
I've been doing what I can to hold myself together with him, pushing aside my feelings of inadequacy as his mom. I should probably go back to therapy. I stopped when the quarantine started. At that point I was doing pretty well managing my Postpartum Depression. I reminded myself that he is his own person with different needs than his brother... and it worked. But as his behavior has grown more difficult, it makes me question my treatment of him all over again.
I need to learn to take it one day at a time. Today is a good reminder of that, because I became overwhelmed very quickly this morning.
Yes, I know this post is very rambling.... but that's what I needed to do.
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