I arrived home and E wouldn't acknowledge me and I couldn't talk to him either. I was sad and fearful. Ryan and I mumbled through a conversation about school (it's hard to tell a kid anything when you know they aren't hearing you anyway).Then my other half announced he was taking the other kids to get ingredients for sundaes, looked at me and said, "You can do it. Fake it." Then they left us.
So we forced ourselves to bake brownies and I let him lick the spoon. We filled the sink with big, calming lavender bubbles and played as we washed dishes. I decided to use calming & soothing scents like lavender (sorry, Wob, no patchouli) and filled the kid bathroom with everything midwife. Etienne soaked in the tub and I gave him a foot massage. We listened to Exodus and rocked. Hummed music and prayed. He appeared to despise it but I found myself calmer and my heart softened to this boy again. It took him 3 hours to fall asleep and he wasn't having labor pains.
It was worth a try. Trial and error. The tools of my trade served me well and now I know that Etienne could care less, but I do think he liked the foot massage.
|Historically, the scent of lavender has been considered valuable for it's calming effects. Modern studies support this herb too. Etienne does not.|