Both my children have dyspraxia, and had speech and behaviour delays. They are three years apart. The time I had them both at home before school started was the most challenging of my life. Really felt like I was on a boat in a storm all the time, and everything around you is falling, screaming, never predictable. constantly.
I also had a haerromage after you youngest’s birth, breastfed, husband was at work most days long hours, no nearby family.
It really was hell.
I shudder to think of adding another baby to the mix and having the lack of space issues that you do.
If your DS does have some kind of developmental delay, then you’ll get used to the fact that others won’t understand that the things that work for them won’t always work for your child.
For instance, my kids have never been able to sit and play with a toy. When they were little i’d Look at other people’s children in amazement as they played with toys nicely, coloured in, enjoyed sticker books. Mine would throw the toys around, rip the sticker books, gaité the crayons and run off within 30 seconds. Even now, at 6 and 9 they cannot focus on anything for longer than 5-10 mins. So difficult.
I’m trying to remember the things that kept me sane.
I had a good friend who i’d Hang out with a lot so I wasn’t on my own. We’d take it in turns to look after each other’s kids too so the other could have a break.
I used television as a way to get my oldest to stay still/quiet while I attended to dd .
I’d always hand over to DH as soon as he got home from work and just go lie down/ go for a bath/run to recharge.
I had cast iron routines that i stuck to every single day. Same things, same order, same phrases, same expectations.
I made sure I got out the house as soon as possible each day. Some how being outdoors helped immensely.
I made myself go to playgroups everyday, ( although this sometimes was stressful because of the children’s behaviour) I did make friends though.
I was on anti depressants for most of their early childhoods.
At weekends me and DH Had a lie in each and stool to it religiously. And really protected each other’s sleep. ( locked the bedroom door, kept kids away)
At weekends we’d divide and conquer too, and separate dd and Ds as much as we could
I got as much medical help and referrals as possible. Diagnosis made things easier not because you the doctors cure your child instantly, but because it gives you a condition to research, strategies and advice to google, books to read.
I joined lots of online support groups and Facebook groups
I joined my local play centre for children with additional needs. Life saver!
I practised practised practised descriptive praise, saying what I wanted them to do rather than shouting no constantly, made string simple rules and boundaries and tried so so hard to find the positives and praise them.
I used a lot of dark gallows humour.
Are you in Scotland OP?