(yes, another math play on words)
With luck, Henry's regression period is coming to a close. He's starting to stand on his own again instead of just folding up his legs whenever being lowered to the floor. A few days ago, he'd started again to stand on his own power when he was distracted, and only collapse in a pitiful heap when he realized that he was standing and that we were paying attention. Lately, his standing has been less and less surreptitious and more deliberate.
It was heartbreaking, really. In light of the developmental delay, when he had really gotten into the walking-with-assistance/charging headlong into adventure, it was tiring for us, but a good thing because we thought he was physically catching up to kids his age.
Then Evie arrived, I went back to work, we switched bottles on him, and things went to hell. He suddenly reverted back to "helpless little baby."
At first, we thought he was injured somehow, between all the running and the braces we have for his feet. But neither we nor the doctor could detect any physical injury or discomfort. That led to our only remaining option of toddler-based regression.
One step forward, two steps back, as it were.
But if I was to force myself to look at the positive takeaway of this, this means that Henry has enough situational awareness to have regressed at all. If he was completely out of touch with his surroundings, I doubt this would have happened. Small comfort, truly, but comfort nonetheless.
(though admittedly, constantly having to look for the positive in daunting situations just to keep from giving up and crying does get very exhausting after a while)
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