homeopathy

My son Jonah was having a really hard time. He was doing things like throwing himself on the ground and hitting his head on the floor. He was crying so much and struggling. He was obsessing about everything, his shoes, the yard, his shirt color, his toys, my whereabouts, everything. Crying, crying all the time. I was holding him all day. My back hurt a lot and I was frustrated. I think I was pretty much over my head with worry with tiredness and with general confusion. The problem with me these days is that I am so disillusioned with my field that I have lost heart in any sort of helping professional so I was feeling alone with the whole thing which is scary and hopeless. On a dear friend's recommendation we took Jonah to see a homeopath in Cambridge on Friday. I talked to this man for an hour and a half on Wed, crying about little Jonah and my worry for him and my sadness for his suffering. He was kind and compassionate and really listened to me. I thought if this is all I get, this would be enough for right now, someone to listen to me without judgment in a place of love. We took him down on Friday, Gary me and Jonah, just the three of us. We held hands as we walked down Mass Ave in Harvard Square and Jonah was happy to be with just us. We waited for the homeopath, Dan in his little waiting area and Jonah and I read a book. We spent three hours with Dan answering questions about pretty much every aspect of Jonah's life, from what he likes to eat to what position he sleeps in. He covered everything and was an amazing listener. He did this dousing thing with a pendulum, totally out there, way funky for me, not so much for my husband but I am the skeptic of the family. The funniest part was that Jonah laid on Dan's floor and played with a train quietly the whole time, nothing like how he normally is. In the end I paid him and took his remedy and thought to myself out of the whole thing it was worth it to have the day with Jonah alone, to take him out to dinner in Harvard Square and to have been heard in such a way by this kind man, no expectation nothing. We gave Jonah the remedy that night, one dose and that was that.

Today is Tues, four days later. Jonah is a happy guy. Jonah smiled pretty much 75% of the day, had maybe two meltdowns that were quickly remedied with hugs and conversation. Jonah told Molly he loved her and let her hold him anytime she wanted to which is totally out of character for him. He has been sleeping better, eating better, waking happy and playing independently. Tonight when I was singing him songs he harmonized with me for 1/2 hour and then told me he was happy. He said, "I am happy." out of the blue.


I am surprised to report that the little sugar pills helped my little Jonah and baffled as to why. None of it really makes sense which makes me believe in all sorts of other nonsensical things like God and angels and synergy and humanity.
Mostly I am just glad Jonah is happy.