we went to the wackey warehouse, first time we've ever been. a girl there was asking about dd1. so i told her how old she was and her name. she then asked what's wrong with her? why can't she walk? why can't she talk?
what do i say to that? i didn't know. i can explain it all to an adult but another child i just simple answered because she can't.
it really made me realise yet again how much she stands out as being different.
also, she does this thing where she sits on her bum but lifts her legs about an inch or two off the floor and balances waving her arms and fingers. she looks up at a ceiling whilst she does this and appears to be in a world of her own. she does it throughout the day, more when she's tired. her breathing becomes noisy. nobody can tell me why she does this. the girl spotted dd1 doing this and asked what she was doing. i said she's just having fun. it's hard, i don't know myself what she's doing.
i feel all over the place again at the moment. she's coming on so well in herself, but compared to other children her age she stands out more and more. i'm so happy that she's been accepted in the sen nursery, but then i'm getting so fustrated with waiting for other things to be done with her.
i'm finding it really hard to take her out again. we've got her in a side by side buggy with dd2. dd1 keeps rubbing herself down below and again we're not getting help to deal with this. we've been adviced to not tell her no as she won't yet understand why. we've been told to distract her, but again she goes into a world of her own and her breathing becomes so heavy. i don't want to take her out in the buggy as this is one of the main areas she does this in. we're also about to move house because she does this in bed and she shares her bedroom with dd2 and we now want to seperate them as this isn't going away.
i try to pretend i'm coping, but i'm not. i've never got over how we almost lost dd1 when she was 3 days old as nobody realised how ill she was and she ended up in multiple organ failure.
i really wanted another baby when dd1 was still a baby herself. i now have dd2 and if it wasn't for her i think i'd be much worse off then i am now.
i should be so happy that dd1 has survived and is getting better in herself but at points i'm finding it so hard to deal with whats going on and constantly fighting to get her the help she needs.
i know i'm just having a bad day again and finally letting off some built up steam but will i ever come to terms fully that she is different? i love her so much but sometimes i really struggle to. i hate feeling like this.