On the eve again....
So here we sit again, folks. On the eve of the adoption order being granted. Personally, I'm not holding my breath. Miss Delia calls me to double check if the DBS form has arrived. In actual fact, we have two forms. She makes some random joke about London buses but then says she needs to come round after work and visually see them. LBM is not happy to see her. In fact, his behaviour is beyond worrying. He scurries to the furthermost corner of the house, whimpering. I eventually manage to entice him out with a phone charger (anything with a cable these days is a hit. Geek!) and he begrudgingly comes and sits with us. He is not happy about it and I just want her to go so my little boy can relax. I admit to her that I simply don't think he likes her and immediately regret this. I can see she is a little bit hurt. She tries to engage with him a little but he remains cautious. As soon as she is gone, he perks up and we carry on with bed time. He chooses a different story tonight and stares deep into my eyes as we cuddle goodnight.
On other spectrum's he is coming on leaps and bounds. He is babbling away in full sentences all day but alas just not in English. We have come so far on the food front and I have to look back and remind myself of this on a daily basis. It's not always hunger and we have to be so careful how we approach food. It's such a complex situation as its not something I want him to stop doing. I do want him to eat. Just not all the time. And not for comfort.
We do still have major issues on the play front. Toddler groups, play dates and soft play are my nemesis. But I have to keep persevering to keep him socialising and if I go in with zero expectations, then anything past the front door becomes an achievement. I have learnt so much about him and I know that sometimes, it's just not worth trying to force him to stay somewhere. It's detrimental for everyone involved. We just come back and try again another day. It's can be particularly lonely at times but I know, deep in my soul that things can only get better. Either that or I am opening up a play group with only electrical household equipment as toys. No trampolines, slides or toy cars. Just phone chargers, vacuum cleaners and mountains of computer accessories. I can see it now........neon lights and all.........Geek City.
- mummy in the baking
- This blog is about me and my voyage to becoming a mummy. Ironically called “mummy in the baking” as together with my passion and obsession for all things cake related, I will never be able to have my own "bun in the oven." Years of fertility treatment have taken their toll and I now find myself on a new..eek, i hate this word...journey! The crazy train to adoption. I hope you will join me while I bake my way to becoming a mummy. I want this blog to be a source of information as well as a comforter. I hope it will inspire and help anyone who is considering adoption or who has in fact already bought their ticket for this..here I go again...journey. Cake makes me happy and I hope you will enjoy sharing my love of it. I want it to help lift your spirits and hearts through what can only be described as 'the trials and tribulations of the adoption process.' Along with my desire to be a family, I love my dogs, have an unhealthy love of sausages and chenin blanc, adore my land rover uber-nerd of a husband and continiously dream of balmy summer evenings. Baking in progress…..