Can this day get worse? Why, yes. Yes it can. So not only did we have speech therapy today in which I was gently guided to look up Apraxia, but then my dogs brought me a present. And it wasn't a very nice one. You see, they were penned up on the deck while I vacuumed. But I soon heard them barking and didn't really think too much of it since they bark at a variety of things. They bark at planes flying above, at birds, at clouds...I have never said that our dogs are very smart.
But I soon saw Elsa running in a field next to the house. This made me mad because that means they jumped the fence on the deck. I went out there to scold them and that is when my present arrived. Elsa brought me her chicken leg. Actually, it was a chicken foot but let's not get too technical.
I know it was a chicken or a rooster because we looked it up. It also made the most sense because two of our neighbors have chickens and a rooster. So I put the dogs in our garage with some water and scolded them. By this time, I had to leave for Dylan's OT appointment.
Ray met me at Dylan's OT appointment so he could help with Jonah and I could focus on Dylan's therapy. At Dylan's therapy appointment, we reviewed goals. I am proud to say that we have accomplished Dylan's current goals such as ability to move forward on his own, etc., etc. But we began talking about toys and new goals. During this conversation, I was reminded of a phone call from another mother yesterday who has a child with special needs too. She was upset that her son was not able to work toys that a "typical" 6 month old can manipulate. Her son is 19 months. Ironically, after that phone call, during Dylan's OT appointment today, we began talking about toys that he should start playing with. Wouldn't you know, we started talking about the same darn toys. And Dylan can't operate them too. Dylan is 20 months. Amy, I feel your pain. Literally.
Back to the chicken foot. After I got home from the OT appointment, Ray and I searched the field for the rest of the bird. We were unsuccessful in our search but upon closer inspection of the foot, we found it to be a little more decayed than I thought. This ruled out the possibility that our dogs caught the chicken. We just got the leftovers. Lucky us.
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Hi Kristi,
I know very well the "sinking" stomach feeling from getting not-so-positive news about Evan (the most recent was when I saw the list of his diagnoses on his clinic summary sheet from Chilren's last Monday--I know he has kidney issues, but seeing the code for "Chronic renal insufficency, level 4" was unsettling; level 4 of anything is never good!). But I have noticed that most of the time my "mommy gut" knew something wasn't right already, and getting a name for what ever is going on just confirmed that I was right. Try to remember that whatever diagnostic names get attached to Dylan (as long as they are accurate), they aren't changing anything. Obviously he had signs of apraxia before the therapist brought up the subject. A diagnosis is really like a tool--it's a means for you to get Dylan the therapy he needs to maximize his development.
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