Sometimes I cry…

This has been one of my hardest blogs to write so far. It has been a very challenging week and most days tears have been shed. And tonight all four of us shed some tears. It hasn’t solved anything but it helps release the emotions of a stressful week.

Firstly there have been tears thinking of preparing my baby boy for starting school in just 5 months time. Having your baby start school is an emotional time for any mummy. And everyone says how emotional it is to see your treasured baby suddenly wear school uniform and carry their first school bag. But for me it really is my baby. He is still drinking out of a baby bottle. He is still wearing nappies. Still reliant on me to meet his every need, still eating with his fingers, sucking on a dummy, being carried up and down stairs and still unable to speak a single word. He only took his first steps 18 months ago. And because of the system in the area we live in we still don’t know where the local government plan to send my special baby to school. As a parent I have researched in detail all the local provision available and even tried to visit schools to see what services are available. Frustratingly the council are not allowing me to visit my first choice school until they have formally notified me of their decision. I still don’t know when this will be. Thinking of my baby starting school makes me cry. Will they know how to communicate with him in a way he can understand? Will they know he would happily carry on playing in a dirty nappy for hours trapped in his own world? will they have any idea why he is flapping? Will they let him take his socks and shoes off like he loves to do at home? Will they know what his all time favourite things are to calm him down (water and feathers)? Will they care for him like I do, hold him when he cries and tell him how special he is? It may be 5 months away but I still shed a few tears thinking of all this.

Secondly there have been tears after some difficult phone calls. Calls from people who have never met my precious boy but who feel they can tell me that his needs are not ‘severe and complex’. I cried tears of sadness after that call. Then a call from a friend telling me a good friend of mine had just passed away. More tears. And the following day calls from a charity willing to help me fight to get my son into the right school to meet his needs irrespective of what the council recommend.Tears of relief and gratitude.

Then I shed more tears after a routine eye appointment for Isaac uncovered news that due to his neurofibromatosis type 1 and other scarring on his right eye it is likely he has very little vision in his right eye and that over the last 8 weeks there has been a real deterioration in his vision in this eye. My poor boy was unable to communicate any of this too me. And to discover all this he had to endue 24 hours of blurred vision and possible headaches due to having to have eye drops put in both eyes. Oh my baby… sometimes I just cry for you and everything you are having to go through.

Tonight he fell and really bumped his head at a children’s club. It was a real sore one and tomorrow he will have quite a mark on his forehead. I held my baby boy and shed tears with him while everyone continued playing around us. I wish I could wrap him up and shelter him from life. I wish I could just sit and hold him in my arms sometimes and pretend the world is just passing us by. I know he will survive this bump and I also know there will be so many more. If his vision is so poor and his co-ordinations and motor planning so affected by his autism and developmental delay there is no doubt there will be many more bumps to come. Please Lord protect this baby of mine from any internal damage I can not see.

And now comes the hardest part to blog about. The hardest part to share with a world of people I hardly know. The part this week that has brought more tears than any of those other challenges we have faced joined together in the last 7 days. The reports and evidence that my baby boy has stated to self harm. He has started to bite his wrists until they bleed and does not seem to feel the pain. Oh Jesus….help me as I drown in my tears. Carry me through this valley. I want to talk to my baby, let him open his heart to me, hear his cries, share his tears. Instead he chews on a metal teaspoon watching peppa pig, and so locked in his own world I can only imagine the pain and frustration that could cause my 4 year old baby to self harm. Is it excitement, frustration, anger, stress? Is it sensory related or a sign you are hungry or thirsty? Oh baby…I wish you could tell me. I want to help you.

So in all this I cry and I pray. And I believe that tomorrow is a new day. A fresh start. And God will carry us through all this. I still have a strong faith…it’s just sometimes I cry.

“you keep track of all my sorrows, you have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book. My enemies will retreat when I call to you for help. This I know: God is on my side.” Ps 56:8-9 NLT

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12 thoughts on “Sometimes I cry…

  1. I am so sorry things are so hard right now. I wish I had some healing words to comfort you through the hard times, but I promise there will be better times ahead.

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  2. I love that verse, so appropriate for your family, and all of us who suffer. I pray that God will lift you up and make you strong. I don’t cry much, but when my son has a seizure, I cry. It is so sad what can happen to our children. We have to have faith in the storm. God bless.

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  3. Great post I do hope you can dig deep and find new strengths. I am very aware that this could have been any of our stories. I will follow you and hopefully I can tune in and give you a cyber hug to help you through the crappy days and celebrate with you the many milestones and good days ahead. I follow a blog Autism sparkles you should look it up. I’ll send you a link if you like.

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  4. You are not alone! There is One Who carried the weight of all our tears on His shoulders and conquered all for us. I know you know Him. You are often on my heart and mind and in my prayers. ~Isa. 41:13~

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  5. This must be incredibly hard, I have a special needs daughter with different kinds of needs and I worry about the whole school system too. In fact I’d be happy to homeschool. Virtual ((hugs)) to you. Your not alone, even when you feel sometimes you are.

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  6. Miriam, you are amazing. I am so touched by the depth of love you have for Isaac. Just think God loves us this much and more. Be comforted by the love that you have which will see you through. Big hugs xx

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  7. Thinking of you and sending blessings. I have a severely autistic son who self harms and I know how painful and difficult it can be and the need to protect these extra vulnerable children from life. You’re not alone.

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  8. I dont know what to say to this Miriam, i only know i really want to comment. I do not have children and probably have no idea what you are going through but i will pray that things get easier for you and Isaac..sending my love an positive thoughts to you and your family. xx

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  9. Reading this blog brought tears to my eyes. Let out your tears, momma, it’s perfectly okay. Crying should help you feel better and also show Isaac how much you care about him and want to help him. Whether or not he can communicate it to you, he knows how much you love him and want to help him. He knows that; don’t doubt yourself for one second. I cannot imagine going through these hardships with him but it will only help your relationship grow stronger. It saddens me to think that a precious 4 year old is harming himself over emotions that at times he cannot help or stop. I do believe, though, that your son is going to get the best education he can at school. It’s hard to believe as you send him off every morning, but I do believe that those teachers are going to love him close to as much as you love him. Don’t worry, and keep praying. God will lead you through this.

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  10. I feel so sad that god puts people through these hard times I cry for your son and pray god makes it easier for you and him in the struggle we call life i pray your prayers and mine for you are heard and you feel some happiness and joy with your sin other than pain for his illness and things it brings 😦

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  11. This is exactly how I felt 16 years ago. I knew something was wrong with my son, but no one could figure it out. Then I got the devastating news. NF1. The one thing that helped me, was lots of research and questions for the school. Start early with the school. There is so much red tape for children with special needs. It takes time to set up plans. My son is 18 years old now, and the good thing is this. I never let the school try to dummy him down. Kids with NF can learn. Push him and never ever take “no” or “he can’t” for an answer. My son is now the head of the Computer Club at school, and in honors classes. Push your son and challenge him. Then…find a great doctor who specializes in NF. You will get through this. It will get better. Love him with all your heart. Good luck. If you need anything at all, you just let me know.

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