Finally friday!

It was just one of those weeks. After almost 3 months, Ian had another seizure. It was a small one and really not too big of a deal but just discouraging after 3 months. The new medication he's on really has made a difference so I am very thankful for that. Now we get to start the 2 year countdown all over again. I sometimes think that his seizures come to humble me. I have been so frustrated with him this week! I really felt as though I'd had more than I could take with him and then this happens. It reminds me how special he is and how fragile life can be. And it makes me try harder to be patient. He had a great morning and I was so relieved to not fight with him all morning before school. He had only been in school an hour when they called. After I picked him up from school he was fine and actually pretty well behaved for most of the day. Later that afternoon he started in with the yelling and crying. I had to remind myself that there are somethings he just can't help. Like the fact that he spits when he talks. Adam and I are always reminding him to not spit but he can't help it. Yesterday as I was watching him talk and watching all the little particles coming from his mouth I thought "I am so thankful he can talk. Some kids with Autism don't." And sometimes I think he can't help the yelling. He yells like the rest of us talk. He almost doesn't have the ability to talk on a normal level. Everything he says is exagerated in tone and pitch. And as tired of it as I get, it's Ian. It's part of what makes him, him! I don't love some of the things he does but I sure do love him!