Regression

Set backs happen I suppose. Previously potty trained children start having accidents again after the birth of a sibling. A child who was coming out of his shell starts to act shy again around people. For us, regression started last week after 2 months of steadily making progress.

On a Thursday Mini Me jumps off the bus like he always does, only this time he's visibly upset. He's crying and refusing to talk. I give him some space and wait a little while. I ask again, what's wrong? Did something happen at school? On the bus? Nothing. No words, just a head shake and noises. Dreaded noises.

Noises is how Mini used to communicate. You knew he was upset when he burst into his high pitched squeal and ran. He had been doing so well lately with using words to describe when he was upset that I had all forgotten the death squeal. That is of course until last week when it reared it's ugly head. Now I know that I'm suppose to be all motherly and nuturing, but the death squeal kills me. I hear it and it makes me angry. It reminds me of how far we have come and now how far we have regressed. I know that the road is long and not without set backs, but the return of the death squeal? Ugh. Lord help me.