For almost two years now I have been worried quite a bit about this crazy kid. He seemed to get sick about once a month with some sort of stomach flu. As his mother I felt completely hopeless. I asked the Doctor in VA, but she just told me to keep tracking it and that lots of viruses were going around. No one else in our family seemed to get it. I pretty much ruled out viral. I tracked his symptoms and ruled any sort of food allergy. I thought perhaps it was the house we were living in. The house in VA had some mold problems. We moved out of that house and the problem persisted.
A fear of dogs. A fear of thief's. A fear of strangers. These are all normal childhood fears. I can totally relate, because I was a stress case as a kid. Only through constant prayer and scripture study have I been able to over come some of the anxiety that has persisted into my adult life. I am still a freak show, just less emphasis on freak.
After Thanksgiving I did some research into this vomiting problem. I watched my son with different eyes. He had three more incidents after Thanksgiving. I started to believe that stress could be the culprit. After talking with Blake I found out a little more about his concerns and I tried to help him with them. As I tracked his prognosis I realized that before every incident I had yelled at him...not in the early morning hours when the episodes would start but the day before. This killed me inside. I felt I was causing him to have this anxiety. I knew.
I prayed about it, asking for help and forgiveness. This child, so precious to our Father in Heaven, I felt I was messing up. I have him in my charge for only a few short years. Trying to have more patience was a real challenge. Then one day as I was driving down my street all alone when a quite voice inside my head said, " Gentleness, he needs gentleness. He is my son. I know him." Wow, this was what I needed to hear. Really we could all use more gentleness. I am sure that the Savior would be gentle, and long suffering........ I held him more, read to him more, and listened to him more.
During this time I also did lot of research I came up with some ideas about the stress problem and then went to a doctor to discuss a plan of action. This doctor was extremely kind and helpful. We went in and did some blood work, just to be on the safe side, but the doctor seems to think it could be an acid reflux problem that could be stress based.
So, we are trying some different things in hopes that we can get rid of this problem. I realize so many other people have bigger issues with their children, but this is an issue I must face and it is big and real to me. I LOVE MY KIDS SO MUCH. I just want to do the right things to help them to be strong, faithful, independent, loving people. I guess that is where my anxiety lies, but that is for another time.