We had a bit of a set back in the attachment department since the surgery. I think the trauma of the recovery room--waking up and being cared for by strange people--was more than Isaac could handle. And because he never really went through the typical adoption attachment issues, it makes sense that something as significant as surgery would trigger it. For nearly a week after his procedure Isaac couldn't---wouldn't---sleep unless he was touching me. Glued to me, really; kung-fu-ninja death grip style. Which also meant I wasn't sleeping. *Yawn*. It broke my heart to think how scared he must have been for those two hours in recovery before I was brought to him. Both with his birth mother & foster mom, they were there one minute...and then they weren't. Did he think I wasn't coming back?? Oh my sweet boy...hang on as tight as you want! I'm NOT going anywhere!!
He has also been on a eating & drinking strike since the surgery (again, an attachment issue) which has been a little more troublesome. I tried every trick in the book, including not forcing anything and letting him tell me when he was ready to eat...20 hours later, I had to draw the line. If I can get him totally distracted, he eats & drinks like a champ so I'm thankful for Elmo on the Kindle! I'm hoping this phase passes quickly...and praying for wisdom in the meantime.
In every other way, Isaac is a normal two year old. :) He hates being told no (who doesn't?!) and has one of two responses---a pouty lip that should be nominated for an Oscar or full-on crocodile tears that are really quite pathetic. Both of which remind me of our Father's sweet patience with us as His children. He also has started giving real kisses, which is SUPER cute. Sometimes if I ask for a kiss, he throws whatever body part is closest in my direction and hopes it lands near my lips. Other times, he looks me straight in the face, grabs my cheeks and smooches me full-on the lips! How can that not melt your heart?! He has also developed a habit of, what I can only describe as, hugging my face. He puts his cheek on mine, wraps his arms chubby little arms around my head and squeezes as hard as he can! I usually end up laughing, which makes him squeeze even harder. It's an awesome cycle to be stuck in!!
Isaac is also officially walking. In fact, he walked the length of the house and followed me out the front door one day as I was loading presents into the car. Good gravy, child. I won't lie, he looks like an orangutan walking with his arms above his head and oooh--ahh-ing with excitement as he propels himself forward. While crawling is still his business form of transportation (fast & accurate), walking has become both pleasurable & comedic for us both. This new found freedom also means the bathroom doors are closed (hello, unrolling the toilet paper!) and my sock drawer is in permanent disarray. Both are wonderful 'problems' to have when I think again of this beautiful little miracle living in my life.
Here are some random photos of the last two weeks:
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| Helper of the day at the dentist's office |
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| Catching up on some reading |
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| Hamming it up with the phone |
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| Getting his GQ on |
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| Bubbles!!! |
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