What a day! A couple of ups and lots of downs. Mike and I had a huge argument. I'm pretty sure he was standing in the middle of Target yelling at me on the phone. Seeing as Mike is one of the most non-confrontational people around, that's saying a lot. We ended up asking my mom to stay later so we could get some dinner together and talk. It boiled down to he needs to speak up when he has a problem (referring back to the non-confrontational thing), and I need to not go on the defense and start attacking right away. Honestly as we were arguing today I had one of those moments were I was just lashing out and I had no idea what I was saying. I never understood how couples got the that point, where they say things they don't mean and don't even know why they said them, but now I understand more. I hope to not be like that again. Now I'm the one going to talk to the doc about finding someone to talk to. He did tell me that when it was time to get off the Wellbutrin, I would have to start counseling. And with all the stuff going on with Spencer, it certainly couldn't hurt.

On to Spencer. Started out like the last few days. Not responding well, whining, etc. He could have cared less when I left for the dentist and cared even less still when I returned. Really quiet. All those scary things. I had to wake him up for speech therapy because he went to sleep late. When we got there he was really quiet, but that's nothing unusual there. I talked to Jen about the possibility of the processing delay and she said she agreed and modified her treatment. Much slower, giving him time to respond and it paid off. He was jargoning by the time we left. She also apologized for no one calling on Monday to tell me she wasn't there and said it wouldn't happen again. When we got him he was more like himself. Like something just snapped and he was back. Maybe he just wasn't feeling well. Rachel is sick too. It's possible. I hope... Anyway this evening when I left to go meet Mike he was upset when I left and when I got home he was genuinely excited. And talkative and responding all night too. He's watching LE right now.

Two good things happened though: Frist, I was pretending that I wanted some m&ms but couldn't find them. I had to wait awhile and take his hand to get him started but he went to where they were on his own and pointed to them. He looked at them immediately when I mentioned them initially, so I know he's got that label :oP.

Secondly, in the evening, I was sitting across from him and moving my head towards him and pretend scaring him. That's always made him crack up. Well he started doing it back to me and was ecstatic when I 'jumped' from being scared every time. That's the kind of back and forth play we need. Yippee!!

Rachel is sick. She doesn't have a fever, she doesn't seem to feel bad. She's had such bad diarrehea, it's been awful. I don't think she's peeing much at all. She has still been eating, though not as much as usual. I didn't give her any solids today, but it didn't seem to help. Tonight she pooped so hard, so much, and so liquid that it exploded right out of the top of her diaper and all over me. I gave her some more of her bottle. That makes 3 and a half today, about 21 ounces. She usually take at least 30 plus solids. She's asleep now. If she's still not feeling well in the morning, I'm going to take her to the doctor.

End of day? I'm calling it a wash. Lots of good, lots of bad. Lots of tears. Doesn't matter, it's over now.

Tomorrow is Mike's surgery. Hope it goes well. It would totally suck if he was blind ;o).