We had our appointment with Early Intervention this morning. I wasn’t exactly nervous about it. I was anxious to find out what they’d say, and I was worried that he wouldn’t qualify for services, but hey, he ACED his delays, so we’ll be having someone come to the house twice a week for both occupational therapy as well as speech therapy. We totally screwed him up royally. Rock on. I’m so fucking proud.
The Mini has what’s classified as Global Developmental Delay. Meaning he meets or exceeds some areas, yet, at the same time doesn’t. If that makes sense. He has words (quite a few, actually), but doesn’t use them to communicate his basic needs for the most part. Now and then, he’ll say cup when he wants his cup, or milk when he wants his milk, but it’s not consistently and he doesn’t seek us out to get those needs met. The rest of his words come from some prodding on our part. And generally never when I point to a certain object. If I point to a horse, he isn’t quite making the connection of what the hell it is that I want, but if I say “horse” he’ll make his “neigh” sound. His gross motor skills are spot on, or ahead for his age (as well they should be for all of time he spends mastering all types of movement), but his fine motor skills are a bit behind. He has a hard time putting pegs in holes, or shapes in sorters without some sort of assistance. Although, truth be told, I can’t find a way to make that activity fun for him, and it’s met with more frustration than anything, so we don’t push it. I don’t want the kid to grow up blowing up random shapes because I forced him to shove the triangle in the proper receptacle. Tonight he put the circle in the round hole and we cheered like he was coming out on stage to perform a rock concert (even our chihuahua cheered). At least he found that slightly amusing. He can understand simple commands and has been able to for awhile (he could turn the pages of a book on command before nine months), but has a hard time understand more complex ones. He understands us. If we say go upstairs, he runs to the stairs. If we say “shut the door,” he shuts the door. If we say go to your chair, well, depending on his mood, and how hungry he is, he’ll go to his chair. I know he understands a lot of what we say, and I think he’s largely frustrated that he can’t communicate back.
His language, while he has words and is on track for the amount of words he has, is at about 6-9 month old level. He has the words, but the interaction and proper usage push him back delay wise.
The gist of it is that he’s somewhat bored (he’ll run around to stimulate his brain and then start to babble once he’s gotten some of his excess energy out). He’s right brained and a scattered learner.
I was quite surprised at how delayed he actually was in the areas he was delayed. Early Intervention people are very awesome and caring. They spent time interacting with him, and I think managed to write down nearly every word we said. At the end of the visit, I nearly cried. Finally we’re getting help. We’re not crazy. We’re not horrible parents. You have no idea what the hell they should be doing at what age when it’s your first. You just try to do the best you can.
I had an a follow up appointment with the Ayurvedic physician, which is a bit of a drive with traffic. It was without the Mini so that we could discuss any questions without him having a meltdown for being trapped in a small office. I had too much time to think due to being in the car for so long.
At first I was relieved, then I felt horribly guilty, and now I’m just sad. Not because I feel sorry for myself, or ourselves, as the case may be. It’s nothing I’m ashamed of. But because I feel as if somewhere along the way, I lost sight of what he was doing and therefore missed signs that I could have caught earlier.
Thankfully, she put me on something for anxiety, which, really, thank god, because I’m a hot mess.