I am sitting here next to Riley, and watching everyone else just lounge around. It’s a much needed lazy day and Im enjoying every second of it. Well, except for the crying baby! I had a very exhausting day yesterday. Where one child told me she hated me, another smothered me with his love. I had chores to do and I still need to go school supply shopping. Oh, and I have to get the kids enrolled in school. And pray that the new school accepts Riley and his tics. I no longer call them new because I am looking back and remembering different things he has done that were brushed off as him being silly or gross. Like his scab picking. He has always been obsessed with bandaids, because he was always getting little sores. And now I realize he has been picking at his scabs. The one new thing he does is nosepicking. Yeah, every kids picks their nose but his is borderline obsessive. It is almost as if he cant breathe without his finger jammed deep into his nose! For someone who is excessively worried about how others view him, the thought of someone judging him has not calmed his now two-week long habit of nosepicking. Oh so, Becca woke up early this morning and wandered around the house. She said she watched Riley for a few minutes and noticed him doing his head jerk (from side to side). He then woke up and eeked because she scared him. So, I guess if I had been better educated, I could have possibly known that his strange little antics were actually tics. Sigh, funny how hindsight can make you feel like a failure.
Even though his psychiatrist knows of these tics, she didnt seem overly concerned. His phychologist wants to see him in two weeks while his regular therapist hasnt seen him in weeks so she will be quite shocked at the new developments at his next appointment. Soooooo Monday morning I am calling his pediatrician to see about an appointment with the neurologist.
