I am not a big cry baby in normal life...except when it comes to this guy.
Yesterday Baby Connor started his special school and it just plain sucks. I know it's a total miracle that he gets to go here, and that it's the best thing in the world for him, but having him there all day makes me feel like someone chopped my leg off.
He rode the bus this morning and it was more than I can bear. Excuse me while I go throw up and cry.
He really likes Bob, the driver, and MaryKay, the aide. He RAN to the bus this morning he was so excited. They brought the bus over to our house a few days ago just so Connor could meet them and run around the bus and play on it. He knew exactly what to do when he saw it today.
He did great his first day, but seized a lot. His teachers did a good job keeping count, which I really appreciate. He's seizing there because he's in class doing therapy when he would normally be sleeping at home. The less sleep he gets, the more episodes he has. Poor little bubs finally fell asleep at the end of an episode for about 30 minutes. Good thing he'll sleep anywhere.
Hopefully he can adjust to this schedule and get used to not having 500 naps a day. He likes it there, which is great. But I'd so much rather have my little boyfriend with me all day, everywhere. Don't know if I can do this.