Andy has been sick, yet again, and he is miserable. People stare when he cries, and believe me, I WISH I knew how to get him to stop crying. It's been 3 and a half years of this. Frustration because he can't speak to me. Although, I think he can understand me quite a bit, when I talk to him.
Life has to go on though. Even though he cries and cries. I have to go shopping, I have errands to run. People look at me like "why do you have him out?" He needs to get out of the house too. I have mom or mother-in-law watch him sometimes, but he can be TOO much sometimes. For anyone. Even his mother.
We are moving soon, from a ranch to a colonial house. This means all bedrooms will be upstairs. Scary, I know. I have an immobile child. He will have to be carried upstairs to his room, and to be bathed. We are going to try it though. We love the area and the schools, which is why we are moving to this small Michigan town about thirty minutes from here. We know we may have to move some day, or make other accommodations within this colonial for Andy.
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