Daniel gets a big boy bed

As many of you know, Daniel was quite sick last week and was diagnosed with pneumonia. He had a raging fever, spiking to 105.7*. We spent two and a half hours in the emergency room and he was given a shot because swallowing medicine for him is very traumatic. He gags and vomits all over the floor. Not only the medicine, but anything else that is in his stomach. I am very thankful that for the most part he has been a healthy child. The ER doctor totally understood my dilemma. The new pediatrician doctor I had to see in the office I go to did not. She offended me and I left knowing that I did not want to return. The doctor that I have taken my children to for the past 6 years resigned in August. At least that is what they "told me". I have been so unhappy and my latest visit with Daniel proved my point and I knew I was going to have to go elsewhere. Low and behold, my girlfriend emailed me last night and told me she new where my doctor was. I can't even begin to tell you how happy I was. I needed to go in for a visit today for an issue for myself that I knew would require a prescription. She was so happy to see me and I was as equally happy to see her. She told me "the story" of what went down and all I can say is.......I have my fabulous family doctor back. I was dreading taking Daniel in for his re-check next week and Andrew needs to be seen this week as well. He has a deep cough and is wheezing and with his VSD, I can't take any chances. And now, I don't have to stress about it.

On top of being sick this past week came the change for Daniel of moving to a big boy bed. I have been prepping him of this change since September. You see, I believe Daniel has some sensory issues and while he has not be officially diagnosed with this, I have many friends who have children with various issues and they have been a big help. One of Daniels hardest things to cope with is change within our home. We repainted the walls and had new carpet put in a few weeks before the actual bed/desk/night stand came. That was enough of a change. Then when Daddy went in to take the crib apart the morning before the bed came, you would have thought he lost his best friend. It was not a pretty sight. I had to take him from the room and hold him and tell him that everything would be alright. However, many times that does not work and Daniel just needs to work through the distress on his own. Once he calms down, then and only then can I talk to him about it. I got the bed put together with his new bedding, set his desk up with some of the familiar room decorations and put books in his night stand along with his Halloween pumpkin. He was proud as a peacock and that huge smile that he has was plastered all across his sweet little face. He snuggled right down into it at bed time and has been as happy as a clam at bed time since then. Now......if only everything else could be that easy for him! ;)