On Saturday Dylan turned three.
I mean how fast was that? It feels like he was only just a tiny little newborn, though in other ways it feels like it has gone so slow with all the constant waiting for appointments.
Dylan spent his day doing exactly what he wanted too do, what better way to spend your birthday?
Amellia was awake first and came and lay in our bed with us until Dylan was awake and ready to go downstairs. Thankfully we didn’t have to wait too long before he woke up but it gave me enough time to try and explain to Amellia that he wouldn’t be eager to unwrap his presents like she is and to let him look at them in his own time.
We weren’t really sure what to expect with the unwrapping thing and how he would even react to the whole day. We only wrapped a few of his presents to try and help him not get too overwhelmed,. With it being impossible to explain to him that it was his birthday or what a birthday was we couldn’t prepare him for what to expect which is the same for everything that we do with him and one of the reasons why he struggles so much.
With it being his birthday and him having no clue and no excitement its a pretty tough hit to take as a parent. You always think of your children loving there birthdays and having the best day ever, but to Dylan this was just like any other day with a few new toys.
When we got downstairs he headed straight for the Elmo and cookie monster teddies that we had got him as he totally adores sesame street at the moment and he has always loves teddies of programs that he loves. He would have played with these all day but Amellia was desperate for him to open his presents from family over in Wales, thankfully I was able to distract her for a little while so that Dylan could have a little play, but she was so excited that it didn’t last too long.
With a little bit of encouragement and a helping hand from Amellia he got his presents unwrapped and had lots of fun looking at what he had got.
After we had had breakfast I then took Amellia out to play in the snow so that Dylan could have a look at his presents by himself and enjoy them slowly while she wasted some of her never ending energy racing about in the snow and getting some quality time with myself too.
After we had defrosted a little inside it was time for grandparents to come over. We enjoyed some cake, more presents and chat. Amellia then took her grampy back outside to throw snowballs and go sledding. She really loves the snow. It also meant that the house was quieter again for Dylan to help him regulate himself.
After everyone then had left we had treated the kiddies to McDonalds for Dylans birthday dinner as this is something that he actually eats. Madness right, but apparently no one makes chips like McDonalds.
Amellia & Adrian headed back outside for a last play in the snow before bed and then as if by some miracle Dylan took my hand and stood by the door. Now if you read my recent post you will understand why this was a huge step, so I very quickly got his shoes & coat on and mine then opened the door. I expected him to slam the door right away but wanted to be prepared just in-case.
He took my hand and marched off down the street!!
I was over the moon, I mean what he has been like recently about going outside and then he does this it was incredible! He wanted to stay outside all evening though, so we let him walk round the block a few times and I headed in while Adrian did another lap so that I could make inside even more exciting that out!
After a little fuss he came inside happily and watched Storybots while playing with some goo.
After this real emotional high for us and thinking the day had gone pretty well Dylan then quickly changed. After getting his pjs on he had a huge meltdown. Amellia was trying so hard giving him his favourite toys and everything she could think he would like but every time he was just lashing out at her, so Adrian took her upstairs before she ended up hurt and we could see how hard she was trying to help him and was getting frustrated that she couldn’t help.
He wanted me to stand up, but not touch him or be near him so I sat on the sofa and he was pulling me back up. I tried everything I could think of and in the end I just kept putting him back on the matt we have so to prevent him from hurting himself when he was head banging.
It was getting to the stage where I was hoping the snow would disappear so I could take him for a drive as I just had no idea what else to try. I ended up just sorting the room out around him so he could still see me and I was stood up because me sitting for some reason was really annoying him and then the next thing I knew he had passed out he had screamed so much.
Poor boy, it was horrible.
The day had just caught up with him and was too much.