I’ve had this weighing on my mind for a while now. It’s hard to say these struggles but I can’t keep it inside anymore.
My sweet wonderful child. My perfect first baby. He was such an easy child. Barely cried, slept through the night by 2 months. Smiled, laughed, brought joy to everyone. He was my light during the Hubs deployment. But there have been struggles. He didn’t walk until nearly 15 months old. He didn’t speak until, well, never?
|Always on the move|
We did Early Intervention at 12 months to work on speech therapy. He started saying a few words and signing a few things. He got good enough that he no longer qualified for Early Intervention. Unfortunately, then he stopped progressing. He didn’t learn any new words. He started acting out in school. He had so many “bad reports” I thought he was going to get kicked out. It was incredibly stressful. It still is. He still has behavior problems. When he doesn’t get his way, he hits. He screams. He cries. He throws a tantrum.
|My little cutie|
Once we moved here, his doctor and his teachers noticed all kinds of problems. I already suspected he was delayed. I have friends with 2-year-olds who can communicate better than him. He barely talks. But he knows all his colors and letters and he can count to 10 with no problem. It’s like he picks and chooses what he wants to learn.
And so now we’ve begun a lengthy process of testing. He’s been to 3 different child psychologists. Next month, he has a month of evaluations to diagnose him with something. Already it’s a speech delay for sure. We’re pretty sure that he’s going to qualify for early intervention preschool, which is paid for by the state. One of his psychologists is also worried that he has autism spectrum disorder. That’s the scariest part. We have no idea what will happen next. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from having undying love for my sweet little Piglet.
It’s just so hard when someone tells you that your perfect child might not be perfect in everyone’s eyes.