Regression Evaded.

Last week Brian struggled at school.  Crying, lethargic, whiny, kind of tantrum-my.  I knew that he was sick.  I knew he had been out of school for eleven days because of Christmas vacation.  Yet, I couldn't kick that nagging feeling that he was regressing again.  Last year it was after the same break that he slowly started to regress- he regressed so hard from January through March that he stopped writing his name, saying words that we had worked so long to say, and was suddenly unable to stay in his inclusive classroom that he was previously prospering in.

I felt like I was going to see that downward spiral again.  Once you've seen your child regress (once, twice, three times) I think you stop breathing and the world slows down every time there is a sickness or there's a couple days of bad moods.  You try to be positive and not think that, but it's close to impossible when you've dealt with that pain previously.

But, today Brian came out of school, smiling, laughing, running up to me with a huge hug.  He had fully positive reports from everyone with a "back to his happy self" note in his backpack.  I think we're safe, without a regression this time around.  I can breath normally again.