More adventures of a doodlebug


Okay so lately I have tried to cover a lot of the serious topics but today we are going back to something lighter.  So back to the doodlebug adventures.  Doodlebug enjoys life to the utmost.  I wish that I could seriously live my life with the joy that Doodle does.  Lately his seizures and breathing have been really flaring.  We have added another breathing medication to his regimen (he hates all his nebulizer treatments but he does them).  I think it is helping a little bit and he is able to do a bit more again.  His seizures however have kept him out of school for most of this week and so he has been home a lot.

His teacher has asked Doodle what he will be when he grows up.  With his usual smile he replied that when he is 50 he will be a dinosaur and when he is 100 he will be a dragon.  He says he is really looking forward to 100 as he wants to be able to blow fire.  Doodle loves all things dinosaur related.  He has long believed that we have dinosaurs living on our ranch.  Whenever it rains he goes out and looks for mud puddles that he believes are actual dinosaur footprints. He then talks to Dr. Grant (yes he believes he is friends with Dr. Grant from the Jurassic Park movie series.)  They can plan on where they want to dig next for their dino bones.  He is sure that they will find the next Jurassic Park here in our small community.

The gift that Doodle has is that to him all is right in his world.  No matter what is going on he is happy.  He has very little short term memory and so he forgets and forgives almost immediately.   He does not understand how sick he is or that he most likely won’t live to be a dinosaur or a dragon.  He does not understand how alcohol exposure prenatally changed him or took anything away from him.  To him he is loved and he loves with an exuberance that I would pay any amount of money for.  This is a gift as in our world most of us are so afraid to even put ourselves out there with anyone and try to care about them.

I am hoping that through Doodle people in his life will learn to love more freely, to enjoy life to the fullest.  I know that when he comes to get his daily cuddle I remember that no matter what I feel has happened that day it really doesn’t matter in the big scheme of things.  What matters is that I have one more day with my Doodle bug.

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About fasmom

The adoptive mom to 12 wonderful children who are affected by Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder and other issues including Reactive Attachment Disorder, bipolar, schizophrenia, CP, epilepsy and oh the list goes on...The thing is these children have taught me things about myself I never knew and would not have missed out on learning. Married to an amazing man and enjoying life on a sheep ranch.
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