My Braeden

My little Braeden is quite unwell at the moment and I simply cannot seem to make him better.

As I was lying in bed cuddling him this morning, all that I could think of was the fact that I just didn't know what to do next to help him.
With Ryley, I know what to do 9 times out of 10. The other 1 time I will always go to the doctor. And even then I am usually right with what is wrong and needed to make him well again.

Braeden visited the doctor for the first time a couple of weeks ago. Pretty good going really (first time in nearly 4 years).  He had to go to the doctor again on Friday night (well the hospital actually). And to be honest, he probably needs to go again (I think? Fuck. I just don't know). 

I have to say that stress is playing a major role here. Braeden was really affected by the craziness of the conference week. And now, even a month later, he is still showing that he is not ok.
I am a social worker right? I should be able to help him through this yeah? I should be able to stop the regression I see happening before my eyes. I should be able to manage the fact that he told me this morning he was worried about Ryley.

Well I can't.

I can't even help him be physically well. 

I just don't know what to do next.

Bring on the holidays, some sleep, some time to relax. Hopefully that is all he needs.



Comments

  1. E.December 19, 2011 at 8:06 PM

    Anna, I am so sorry that Braeden is unwell. I think regardless of our jobs when it comes to our children we revert back to simply beifgn a parent.

    I hope that he recovers soon and that some rest and relaxation helps you all.

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  2. AlisonDecember 20, 2011 at 7:50 AM

    Oh - I hope he is feeling better soon.

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  3. Phil DzialoDecember 21, 2011 at 7:16 AM

    Doing what you do best for the healing process, a tight hug sends your energy in the most powerful way imaginable. The best and purest medicine...

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  4. HilaryDecember 23, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    Anna,
    I'm so sorry!! I hope the break is all he needs as well.

    I worry so much about Toller. I worry about what he sees/hears/feels when it comes to his sister. He was there when she had her seizure and later when we talked about it he asked some great questions, but I wonder what else he is thinking and wondering about that he hasn't asked me. UGH! I hate it!!!

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  5. anna@blogaboutabloke.comDecember 23, 2011 at 3:50 PM

    Thanks everyone. He is doing much better. I am planning to write a series on siblings this year. I will be interested in everyone's input that is for sure!!

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