Therapy

Monday night I met with the therapist to discuss all that's been going on. She likes to meet with at least one of the parents first, and it was really reassuring to sit down and not feel like I'm a total failure. She went over so much and took a complete history. Down to how the pregnancy was, how delivery went, etc. She feels pretty strongly that this is not autism. He's met all his milestones early or as expected. He's always been social, minus the typical stranger stages. He adjusted great to school and all those changes. But he is a major worrier. He worries things that most adults wouldn't think about. So she definitely feels he has anxiety issues. And because of those and his eating fears, she is calling this a form of an eating disorder. And if we are unable to get him to eat and follow our rule and get back on track in a few weeks, then it's off to an eating specialist/disorder therapist. Completely blown away by that one. I guess I am stupid and didn't realize that kids this young could have that problem.
The good news though, is that he is doing much better. He is definitely hungry and thinking of food the way he use to. During the bad 2 weeks, he kept saying he was full and never asked to eat. Now he eats breakfast at 8am, by 10 is asking about lunch. Lunch we're lucky to make it to noon, and then by 2 he asks for a snack. After snack, by 4 he's asking about supper. Breakfast goes good everday. Lunch has been great the past 2 days, so he gets to have whatever he wants for a snack in the afternoon. Supper last night was awesome, and he asked for another serving. Then after he got rewarded with his popcicle. In the middle of that and his happiness got crushed and we were on the verge of a panic attack. The little kids stay late on Tuesday's. So we were all eating supper, and he sits in the middle of the kids. I had just gave Danielle her fruit, and went to get some ready for the baby and I heard that horrible sound of barf. I look back and she had barfed, and was still going, all over the table. Poor Kristopher was stuck in the middle of them, and the high chair was in the way. I pulled the baby out of the way quick and K got to run out of the room before his supper joined the table. We spent a good 1/2 hr reassuring him that she did not get sick because of her food, that she just doesn't feel good and it was bad timing. She currently has an ear infection and I think the upset stomach has to the medication. So, as I'm cleaning her up, and talking into the other room to him, he decides he is still ok with eating and wanted to finish his popcicle. He just didn't want to be anywhere that he could see or smell what I had to clean up. Poor kid. So, he is making major progress. I know after I had to clean all that up, I was done eating for a while. I don't think I will ever get use to cleaning up real vomit. And note to self. The next time she is picky about eating, and only wants to drink milk, I think it needs switched to water just in case. There is just something that makes it 10x worse when milk is involved.

So back to the therapy. She met with Kristopher alone yesterday for an hour and came out saying we are on the right track and she was pleased with things went. We will talk about everything before his next appt and she wants to see him back weekly for a while. Next appt is next Wednesday morning. He said he had a blast and can't wait to go back. It's play therapy and he claims they didn't talk about anything. But when I asked what he played, they were playing puppets with playfood and some of the puppets were picky eaters. He doesn't realize he was giving her a ton of info that way, and I think it's pretty awesome how that works. I can't wait to hear what she is finding out from him. At least we're making real progress finally, and he's eating and acting more normal.