Yesterday I went to my ladies' Biblestudy in the morning and ran errands in the afternoon, so i didn't get home until 2. Today I took Abby to the city an hour away for an appointment with a pediatricin, didn't get home until 1:30. Both days, I have found it a huge difficulty to get anything done. Partly from being gone for a fair amount of hours, but mostly from the resulting laziness.
But nobody wants to hear a complainer, especially someone continually complaining about themselves. Instead I will inform everyone of how the doctor appointment went.
We went to the pediatrician on a referral from the hearing specialist. The apointment was to see if we could pinpoint why Abby has speech problems. I was apprehensive about the appointment since I didn't feel a super-great connection with the speech pathologist. The speech pathologist actually made me feel like a huge piece of dog poo. But that's a whole other topic that I don't need to get into since I've come to terms with it (really).
Anyways, blah blah blah, the appointment went fine, and the doctor is pretty positive that Abby does not have autism. Which has been an on and off again fear of mine. I knew that she didn't, deep down, but I still feared that she did. Basically there are no physical reasons that can explain why Abby is delayed. All her other developmental areas are fine. So the doctor says, just start the speech therapy when they call, and that will be the best thing for her.
And despite the fact that I didn't really learn anything new, it felt reassuring to me. Driving home, I felt empowered to do what I needed to do. I could continue to do "preschool" at home with Abby, and send her to an actual preschool in the fall. I could deal with the intimidating speech pathologist and stand my ground about my beliefs. I could even clean and tidy my house...maybe.
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