Yesterday was one of the bad days, was testing for all but mainly me. The week started off very much like last week did- visit the doctors but this time with Alfie.

Teddie was well behaved in the surgery, think he’s used to it now.  He seems to always head straight for the weighing scales, not sure where he gets that from. We were in there minutes so headed to the pharmacy to get drops for Alfie’s eye then headed to the school- that’s where the problem began.

Once we said goodbye to Alfie and started to head out the school Teddie realised Alfie wasn’t coming with us. Naughty mummy forgot to take a reinforcer so poor Teddie cried from the minute Alfie walked through the school door till we got home, the distance isn’t far but felt like miles when you dealing with it.

Everything from there seemed to annoy him, he banged everything he played with, lunch wasn’t right, generally, everything was an issue for him.

I had a school meeting in the afternoon which I had been dreading for days but more so yesterday as he seemed to be annoyed my everything.  Teddie was good as gold while we were there, he played with Alfie and all the other kids while us adults were in the meeting.

I could see Teddie needed to go to the toilet but every time I asked he said ‘no’.  I knew he needed one, so I took his hand and headed to the downstairs toilet. For some reason, he was absolutely petrified of the toilet, I let him go back to play with the others but knew he still needed to go. I decided to take him upstair’s to the toilet in the hope he wouldn’t have an issue with that one, as I carried him upstairs I have never seen fear on anyone’s face as much as I did on Teddie’s, as much as I wanted to let him go I had to put him on the toilet as he had been holding it in for ages. I manage to get him onto the toilet, reassuring him constantly. He seemed relieved to have gone for a wee but couldn’t get out the door quick enough. We stopped outside the door and had a big cuddle and told him how proud of him I was.

I could see Teddie was holding himself so I decided to take him upstair’s to the toilet in the hope he wouldn’t have an issue with that one. As I carried him upstairs I have never seen fear on anyone’s face as much as I did on Teddie’s, he screamed and screamed, he was so frightened.

As much as I wanted to let him go I had to put him on the toilet as he had been holding it in for ages.  I manage to get him onto the toilet, reassuring him constantly. He seemed relieved to have gone for a wee but couldn’t get out the door quick enough. We stopped outside the door and had a big cuddle and told him how proud of him I was.

He has never been like that before, Although it was a new environment Teddie showed no other signs of anxiety other than going to the toilet, I hope this was a one-off as hated seeing him so frightened.