We stocked up on hats today at the Dollar Tree. Why’s that? maybe you’re asking. I’ll tell you. On the way home from Texas, R2 decided to pull out a large section of his hair, leaving an amazingly smooth bald spot at the back of his head. How did this happen? It’s a good question. I think it was a perfect storm. First, he got bit by fire ants, a lot, on his hands. We didn’t notice the bites, and he didn’t make a sound. Then, we drove for 14 hours. I noticed him pulling his hair, but he does that all the time and it doesn’t usually come OUT. So it wasn’t until we were back in KC that we found the bald spot.
It just made me feel sick. There is something so frustrating and painful about not being able to prevent your child from hurting himself. We’ve dealt with it for years with self-injury, and have finally gotten a grip on that, just to have the hair-pulling start.
My strategy for coping has been trying to not let him out of my sight, ever, and to constantly tell him to stop pulling his hair. That was CRAZY making. Today, I went up to his school for a meeting and they had a hat on him. Voila! He will be wearing hats at home for the next month until we get into the behavioral specialist. Sheesh.
In other news, baby presents! Wheee! Caution: Toby filmed this, and it’s a bit of a rollercoaster.