I’m wavering. It’s been barely a day since I wrote that pushing John to interact via ABA is worth it, no matter what, if it brings him into our world. But I’m listening to him scream right now and I’m not so sure, world. He sounds miserable.
Yes, he’s operating on little sleep. Yes, he has a stuffy nose. Yes, I took away his Po doll before he was ready. No, it’s not usually like this.
If there were a place I could run to and back — in fact, if running were something I could even do — I would, just to shake all of this uncertainty from my limbs and head and heart.