One More – Thurs 7th April 2016

Can you hear me “yay-ing”? You might be able to, even if you read this a few days later.

  
D had her last-but-one injection today, so there’s one more to go.  One more until we don’t have to play the “D runs around/squeezes me” scenario until I nearly burst whilst the nurse tries to get the needle into a squirmy, wriggly, very unhappy D.

It hasn’t been easy for any of us, especially the nurse – poor thing – she’s always so gentle and empathetic with D, but all D sees is this:

A big part of me worries about what will happen after the injections stop.  I’ve been deliberately vague about the “what and why’s” on here because it seemed easier.

They were started just over 2.5 years ago because D entered precocious puberty at aged 8 (way, way, way too soon for anyone, but throw autism into the mix and …nope, not yet).  The injections have been a blocker of hormones, because not only were there the obvious signs, but she was also shooting up in height and X-rays revealed that her body was about 3 years ahead of itself.

We deliberated for a good while before agreeing to the monthly injections.  She’s been closely monitored throughout this, there could have been side effects, we were grateful that there weren’t and, once she’s no longer having the injections, her hormones will return to what stage they were at, albeit just having had a 2.5 year holiday.  

There have been times when I’ve been squeezed so tightly by D I thought my ribs would break, or my neck would snap.  Times when she’s screamed at me on the way to school because she’d known an injection was due, times when she’s gone up to class in tears after an injection and I’ve felt so guilty about walking away – made worse by the fact that she didn’t seem to get any “are you okay’s?” once she got through the classroom door.  

It was, as the nurse agreed today, the best one yet (injection acceptance wise).  D snuggled into me on the sofa and squeeeeeezed my arm but didn’t scream and when prompted, said “thank you” to the nurse, bless her.

Poor love, she’s done very well.  Knowing it would hurt, despite the placebo of numbing cream, working herself up in the build up to each one but recognising that it needed to happen.

Just one more to go.  

My main reason to be cheerful and my word (or two) for the week.  No throwback post tonight because we’re looking forwards and yay-ing.

How’s yours been? 

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