Up to No Good

Nathan’s been up to no good lately.

Saturday he swallowed his sock while he was in his car seat on our way home from Mac’s birthday party. And by swallowed, I mean it rounded the corner of his throat and my husband had to pull it out like a snake.

Sunday, my husband and I got home from our anniversary lunch date and his G-button came out. We saw him squirming and giggling randomly at the dinner table. When I later put his pajamas on, I realized the whole thing was out, which explains the giggling. It must have tickled him coming out.

Sure feels like he’s set out to upstage us. We had so many things to celebrate and he was unintentionally drawing all of the attention to himself. He’s up against three firstborns; however, so good luck with that Nafe!

The surprising thing about all of the Nathan scares is, my husband and I weren’t all that scared by them.

After my husband successfully dislodged the sock we both looked at each other as if to say, “Of course he swallowed a sock.” I’m sure it’s not the last time he swallows something he shouldn’t, and hopefully next time won’t result in a trip to the ER. We were so thankful to not need to spend Saturday night in the germy waiting room.

And does anyone else find it slightly amusing that he can swallow a whole sock but not any food or drink? My friend jokingly suggested that we start him out on steak. I doubt Jessica, our feeding therapist, would agree to that one, but it’s not a bad idea.

As for that button coming out, this type of thing is when the drama runs especially high in our house. Whenever things get just the little bit gory or gooey. Whenever there is blood or vomit. That’s when I yell for my husband. After the G-button came out (and again on Monday morning) we decided it was time for me to step up and learn how to switch them out all by myself. Even though I don’t do blood and guts well, I didn’t faint, feel nauseous or scared. This is big growth for me. I may well have had to do it solo had we not been able to get an extra sterile button on Monday, as my husband is out-of-town the rest of the week. It’s time for me to learn to do the dirty work because the reality is, I’m around him way more than the Mister. And the good news is we realized it was a defective balloon and don’t anticipate this becoming a regular problem.

Nathan is slowly and completely changing my typical parenting response. If he was Mac four years ago, I would have completely flipped out and spent the whole night awake and in fear of sock swallowing and button pulling happening again. And then coming up with strategies for it to not happen again. Fretting, fretting, fretting.

With Nathan, what’s the use of worrying? There is always going to be something to fret about with this kid. He’s full of surprises and mysteries that I can not fully imagine, plan, and prepare for. I’m so tired and I don’t really like surprises. Don’t get me wrong I am advocating to ensure that he reaches his full potential and already brainstorming ways to keep him safe in our home, but really a girl can’t be much more prepared than me. I’m learning the balance of wisdom, strategy, and grace in all situations. And grace is the one I need most.

He is humbling the socks off me (pun intended). It’s incredibly irritating and frustrating that he is starting to do things most typical kids would inanely know not to do. The thing is, I’m starting to believe more confidently that whatever Nathan does or doesn’t do, is no reflection on me. Good or bad. He just is who he is and that’s how God made him. It doesn’t change my value and my worth. Nor does it change the value and worth of my family. It just gives us lots of funny, very humiliating stories to tell.

So rest assured Nathan won’t be wearing socks without shoes on all winter long. You may even see him out and about in footie pajamas. This new stunt of his calls for a wardrobe alteration much like the zipper sleepers.


We are pressed on every side by troubles, but not crushed and broken. We are perlexed because we don’t know why things happen as they do, but we don’t give up and quit. We get knocked down, but we get up again and keep going.” – 2 Cor 4:8

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