We’ve had another pretty good week so far, with just a couple of incidents.
The night before he went back to school, Mini had some trouble settling to sleep – obviously anxious about not being at home, although it must be very confusing for him because he desperately loves being at school, but clearly worries about what happens at home when he’s there.
Monday night and Tuesday night were the same, with him being reluctant to go to bed, saying he wasn’t tired, and that he felt lonely. Me and the NC had to administer many many many cuddles to make sure that Mini was reassured that we were just downstairs, and we weren’t leaving him on his own.
Yesterday afternoon saw both Mini and Dollop a little wound up. We didn’t have a calm 5 minutes, despite me suggesting lots of calming activities and book reading (usually Dollop’s favourite thing to do). This continued through dinner and into the bath! Mini just would not stop messing around in the bath, and in the end kept slouching down so his face was mostly under the water, and then flailing around pretending he couldn’t get back up. This was just downright dangerous, especially when he caught Dollop with his thrashing limbs too, so he came straight out.
Whilst the NC continued to bathe Dollop, I carried Mini through to the sofa where we sat and had nice warm cuddles, with Mini wrapped in a great big towel. 5 minutes of crying to go back in the bath and promises to be safe, and all the while I repeated soothing words and ‘I love you’s ’. When he did calm down he told me that he didn’t know I loved him. And he told me that he didn’t know if Daddy loved him either. ‘But we tell you all the time that we love you’, I replied.
‘Well, it's not enough mummy, I want you to tell me more’….