The OB that I had for that pregnancy kept “insisting” that it was December 2nd in spite of the fact that I have thirty-day cycles and Monster’s femur length proved that it was December 4th, but I don’t exactly trust the person who couldn’t bother to screen me for domestic violence for shit. He was actually surprised when he asked about the father of my child at my first postpartum appointment and I responded, “He’s in jail right now,” because he was literally sitting in jail as that appointment was taking place. Needless to say, I found myself another OB when I found out that I was pregnant with Bub, and I would have kept him as my OB/GYN were it not for the fact that if I do get pregnant again (and decide to keep it, because “threat to maternal life” still qualifies me for an abortion under Texas laws such that they are), the doctor that I see for my Depo-Provera shots is skilled in high-risk prenatal care and… yeah, I would definitely need that, heh.

Hims also had no cavities and cooperated more for the dentist than he has in years! Yay Bub!

He also let me cut some of the hair beside his ears. He’s been skittish about that for awhile, though.

This is how Bub has to sleep every night, and I find it absolutely adorable. So I took a picture.

I did the rest of Bub’s intake for the behavioral therapy that we want him to start, although before they can begin providing services he needs to have a psychological assessment on file. So that will get scheduled whenever that can get scheduled. I told the therapy clinic that I would like this to take place in our city if that can at all be arranged, although I am okay with commuting if there is absolutely no way around it and we have exhausted every other option. I try to avoid commuting out of this city whenever possible though, especially now that we know that Bub’s meltdowns have worsened in frequency and severity (which could be, and very likely is, caused by the onset of adolescence). The longer that he has to spend riding in a car, the dicier things can get, even when I bring everything with us that stands a chance at keeping him calm or occupying his mind. And this is even when he’s been sedated as per advice and recommendations from his care team — before it used to be Benadryl and melatonin, which wouldn’t cause him to go to sleep but would calm him down, and now it is Mirtazapine given during the day if that is ever absolutely necessary.

He will be on a wait list for the rest of the services that the county can provide, all except for the behavioral therapy whenever the psychological assessment is done and therapy is able to begin. That much can happen sooner than everything else. However, the wait list for other services that he can be provided with is years long. That much I don’t actually mind at the moment, because the primary service that I want him to begin to get is the behavioral therapy whenever it can start to be scheduled. But whenever those other services can start for him, I mean, that will be nice. And none of them seem like they will hurt matters any.