Showing posts with label Lessons in Frustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lessons in Frustration. Show all posts

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Deep Rooted Sibling Angst & NET

While I was pregnant with Bup and W was just a baby himself...really, only 1yr....I imagined these two black haired little boys, with curly or wavy hair and beautiful blue or green eyes, maybe a dimpled chin, that would be friends...buddies...pals....brothers to the deepest level.

Fast forward 4.5 yrs and we have two light brown haired boys, more blonder in the summer....one with hazel green eyes and one with blue, blue eyes, both tall, both adorable and fun and sweet with one vying for the other's attention and the other dismissing his younger brother in anger and annoyance and frustration. 

"W never plays with me."
"R is so annoying. He's is too crazy, too weird. Why do I have to have a brother? I never wanted a brother. Give him to another family."
Not the words I ever envisioned from or for my sweet little boys who are to be brothers and friends, not brothers and enemies. There's enough of that in this family world.

This brotherly angst was running much deeper than just simple sibling rivalry. 

Nothing was working. Not encouragement, not talks, not setting up similar interests, toys, not reprimands, not hugs, not one on one time....NADDA!

We needed help. Big Help!

This is where the magic takes place.  After the desperation. 
How do I explain NET? Neuro Emotional Technique. A practitioner tests your body against specific questions and your body responds yes or no, then those areas are adjusted (in this case chiropractically using an activator), specific pressure and pulse points are held, questions asked, affirmations made, and breakthroughs happen. 
It's amazing. It's unbelievable. It sounds like hocus-pocus, crack pot stuff.
It's magical.
It works.

What came out of the these sessions? A greater understanding that W's resentment of Bup all started when Bup was diagnosed which coincidentally is a few months before W's diagnosis. Bup's diagnosis time affected W in so many ways....having his mom taken away for weeks, days and hours at a time due to appointments, hospital stays, seizures, etc. At 3yrs, W's world still revolved around me and there was a lot of uncertainty happening in our home. Even though, B and I thought we were doing our best to keep things regular and normal for both boys, to keep W in the loop and not tossed aside. All of this affected W deeply. Deeply and strongly. Heartbreakingly.

The first treatment brought a breakdown in W. Tears, sad, soul breaking tears. Straddling me, head on my shoulder, crying such sad tears and begging to be done and leave. 

The next two treatments brought no tears. Brought out a happy, patient boy with a bodily response in a positive manner. And now....

After three treatments, W and R are happy, friendly, sharing a room, sticking up for each other,  and play together! This is a FIRST for us.  Even Bup notices the difference as he stated in the truck, "I just like my brother W. He plays with me."
Truly magic.


And I am ever so grateful. 

Can I explain it? Not very well. But NET works. It works and it's worth it. To see and listen to these little brothers play together and laugh together and no more words of hurt.....that is worth everything to me.



Thursday, August 16, 2007

Picture This....

It's storytime for 2yr-3yr olds at the library. The program room is full of toddlers and their mothers. The librarian at the front of the room beside her easel is reading a book about farm animals as it's the Farmyard Friends series today and all the children are sitting nicely on the floor or in their mom's lap....all except one, my one! W is escaping from me for the umpteenth time....he crawls through my legs, under my chair, runs between the row of chairs and the wall until he gets to the waist high shelf display of books, knocks a few over, then goes to the front of the room behind the librarian, steps over the cord to her ghetto blaster so that he can access it better, while he is playing with her CD player I hastily finish setting R unbuckled into his car seat and stride to the front while trying not to step on anyone or get in the way, to capture W. He does complain and I whisper vehemently into his ear that we are leaving now. While holding a squirming 2yr old on my knee I manage to buckle the babe in his seat, carry both of them to the door (all the while there is still storytelling going on) and struggle to open the door without dropping either child or my purse because apparently I looked really in control and no other person within arms reach (there must have been 5 adults within reach) was able to open the door for us. Aarrggh! Did I mention that the baby WAILED as soon as we sat down in the program room and W managed to kick the boy in front of us twice ( of course he kindly said "Hi, hi!" when the boy turned around to see who was kicking him). All this and more in 15 minutes.
That little tricker! Last week he was prefectly behaved at storytime. We will not be returning to storytime. Illiteracy is in our future. So is a harness and a straight-jacket. Everyone looks great in white.

Picture This....

It's storytime for 2yr-3yr olds at the library. The program room is full of toddlers and their mothers. The librarian at the front of the room beside her easel is reading a book about farm animals as it's the Farmyard Friends series today and all the children are sitting nicely on the floor or in their mom's lap....all except one, my one! W is escaping from me for the umpteenth time....he crawls through my legs, under my chair, runs between the row of chairs and the wall until he gets to the waist high shelf display of books, knocks a few over, then goes to the front of the room behind the librarian, steps over the cord to her ghetto blaster so that he can access it better, while he is playing with her CD player I hastily finish setting R unbuckled into his car seat and stride to the front while trying not to step on anyone or get in the way, to capture W. He does complain and I whisper vehemently into his ear that we are leaving now. While holding a squirming 2yr old on my knee I manage to buckle the babe in his seat, carry both of them to the door (all the while there is still storytelling going on) and struggle to open the door without dropping either child or my purse because apparently I looked really in control and no other person within arms reach (there must have been 5 adults within reach) was able to open the door for us. Aarrggh! Did I mention that the baby WAILED as soon as we sat down in the program room and W managed to kick the boy in front of us twice ( of course he kindly said "Hi, hi!" when the boy turned around to see who was kicking him). All this and more in 15 minutes.
That little tricker! Last week he was prefectly behaved at storytime. We will not be returning to storytime. Illiteracy is in our future. So is a harness and a straight-jacket. Everyone looks great in white.