bo flooded the kitchen today while I was upstairs changing to get ready for a field trip w/ his early intervention class. I came downstairs to hear him hitting the panic button making the van alarm go off and saw the sink was overflowing and the bottom cabinets were filled w/ water and the floor was wet all the way to the bathroom.  I was in tears, late for their trip and Bo wouldnt listen.  I think my tears got to him and he finally went to time out in his room, Dean came home to help me clean up and Dean’s mom came to pick up Bo and Caleb to take them to the park where we are supposed to be going. Now it’s raining. I feel so defeated by Bo. I dont know how to handle him anymore. Spankings do no good, he hits us and bites us. Time outs are ineffective.  Short of admitting myself for becoming insane I dont know what to do, and then it just leaves Bo in someone elses care. I dont know what to do. I am tired and lost.  I need to go wake up Zeke and head to the park in the rain. and to think the day started off well…I actually made it to the Y this morning.  so Bo did fine there, of course. He’s just a hellion for me and Dean.   God help us all, this child is going to do me in! I just want to crawl back in bed and dream it all away.
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Willoweve was also a huge challenge before she started speech therapy. She would hit, bite, scream and bang her head. We found a direct one on one correlation as her speech improved so did her behavior. For her the behavior resulted from frustration and the inability to communicate what she wanted or needed.
It was incredibly hard, especially as all this was happening while I was pregnant with Quinn. I often asked myself what I was doing wrong and wondered if I was insane to have another child when my daughter was so obviously out of control.
It took time but Willoweve has improved drastically. She talks, is happy and her frustration level is so much better. Her speech and OT helped so much I cannot even tell you. Even her therapist said she was a different child at the beginning then she was at the end.
Now she is in physical therapy for limited range of motion in her legs and she is in occupational therapy to help her with some of the other areas she needs a little help with. She is suppose to be evaluated for speech by the public school system soon. So while she still needs a little extra help she is MUCH MUCH better.
My encouragement to you is that it does get better. I know how hard it is having been there. Please don’t commit yourself :)Although I will admit I sometimes considered it, I figured it would be a nice vacation from the stress!! Bo needs you, his mommy. Hope this helps.