No more roaring, honest.
Okay, seeing as you asked, I’ll expand – without the huffing and the shouting.. No.1 – tis apparently just result of stress of moving to High School, was entirely expected by CFS co-ordinator knowledgeable lady, and is why she didn’t sign him off her books when he was haring around swimming pools and going to the skate park last summer. Whilst he was slowly struggling (and not really coping) with the adjustment, his energy was sliding, and then around November his immunity took a dip, and the throat and ear infections began, then he stopped falling asleep at night (we’re back to midnight at the earliest…) – eventually had to stop pretending it was a bug (he’ll-be-better-next-week), and realise it needed better handling. Hang on, I...
MOanfest R Us
Okay. So. Don’t know where to start really… No.1 has his SATS next week – school has decided to go ahead with them (and that’s a WHOLE other post), so it has been revision, revision, revision for weeks. Practice papers, homework and stress stress stress. NOT good for my boy, he’s been deteriorating rapidly since the oh-so-perfect easter holidays, and last night was final bloody straw. Sobbing in my arms at 11 at night, desperate for sleep, hurting from head to foot, and for the first time ever he wailed “it’s not FAIR! Why ME? I just want to be normal, and for it all to just GO AWAY.” Broke my heart, and felt like wailing and sobbing alongside him. Utterly impotent to help beyond sympathy. Stress comes out...
*swearing*
Sigh. I don’t mean to keep banging on about No.1.. but here i go again… It’s now 10p.m. And I’ve spent the last half an hour holding a sobbing soggy sad pile of 11 year old. First time ever he has screeched “It’s not FAIR! I don’t WANT to be ill and hurt any more! Why can’t I just be NORMAL?”. Tis the friggin pits, and I very nearly joined in with his howling. I’ve calmed him and soothed him and tucked him up and stroked his hair and left him calm in a dark room. And now I’m sitting at my desk, listening for any more sounds and feeling very very sad and helpless and angry. And I want to go curl up in my boys bed with him and make it all okay again. And I can’t. And that’s a bit shit. ...
Schools Appeal Part Deux…
So we dressed our best (easy for recently-personal-shopped-sharp-Mr-C, oh sooo tricky for she-who-grew-out-of-her-work-suits-two-babies-ago), and clutching our paperwork off we trotted. Twasn’t terribly positive… They got very caught up on NO.1’s CFS, despite us NOT appealing on medical grounds. We got told off for no supporting medical evidence from a doctor (despite being told AGAIN we were not appealing on medical grounds). But did get told that the Chair was a retired Psychiatric nurse and he had grave concerns over the suitability of shipping a child in No.1′s situation 9 miles away from his support base (WHAT ABOUT IGNORING THE MEDICAL GROUNDS?????). They didn’t seem to comment on the whole academic achievement thing at all, which we felt...
Smug No.1 post – look away now if parent boasting offends.
So. No.1′s cleverness. Waa-a-y back in Yr 5, pre-illness, he was targeted as high L5 for his SATS. When he came back into school last September they dropped that to a hopeful 4. He was re-targeted before Easter – at 5A/B across the board. *beam* SO proud of my boy. He’s missed almost an entire academic year in total, and despite the schools doctor and consultant agreeing he needs additional one-to-one tuition to help him keep up he received NOTHING. He has had absolutely no academic help whatsoever from the LEA, just random and sporadic homework from his teacher. And look at him now. Had lo-o-ong meeting with his teacher today – had a few issues to sort out, and went in to the playground feeling cross; then No.1 came out and said he’d been weighed...
sigh – just a little bit TOO 11 today.
No.1, riding high on the effect of his new found wellness, decided he was up for a day at his best friends. The day involved swimming (and sliding and diving and much naughtiness according to the lifeguard) at the local pool, pizza lunch quickly followed by a trampoline session in the garden, then a frenetic game of hide and seek, and finally a jaunt down to the river for some serious Boy Stuff in the mud and trees to round the day out nicely. I picked him up and he was flushed and excited, eyes sparkling, face beaming… Happy. By the time we got home he was walking slowly and his shoulders had droope, his flushed cheeks quickly paling. By the time I was trying to wrestle Pink in to bed he was quietly crying in frustration at the pain and tiredness...
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