It’s always fun riding the elevator in this building to get to the fourth floor where the kids receive services.

Since the boys’ developmental pediatrician is retiring at the end of the year, Bub has been transferred into the child psychiatry unit at the hospital that his developmental pediatrician will have worked at for a very long time. He’s already met them and is being prescribed the prescriptions that he’s been taking (guanfacine, Risperidone, Valium as needed) through them, which is one less thing that I have to worry about! With any luck the dentist the boys have been seeing for… well, forever, will be able to put sealants on Bub’s molars after he’s been sedated with Valium. We can do haircuts now. He can get immunizations at the pharmacy.

These medications have been an absolute game changer for him and I am exceedingly thankful for them.

But my site host is giving me a bit of shit, so that’s going to have to wait until it’s n—

Wait!

Success!

The position of the legs is definitely a trait he inherited me, but how in the world did my child grow so long?