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Sunday, June 5, 2016
I want to blog to tell you this will be a new kind of story. It will be about my kids, whom I adore. But also about a problem I have been hiding. After nursing Finn for almost 14 months I went right back to drinking. It wasn't daily at first, but the thoughts and drive were. I am going to embark on a 30 day free of alcohol test and let you know how that goes.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
He's here, He's here, and he's healthy
I haven't posted anything ina really long time because I was so nervous my whole pregnancy. I was pretty irrational in fact. I was convinced he would have horns on his head and all sorts of weird problems. The 20 week ultrasound showed that he was a healthy little boy and that everything else they saw looked great. When I came back for my 24 week appointment they needed a few more views that they weren't able to get at the previous ultrasound, and that was when I got hit with some worrisome news. They had noticed that the baby had a little hydronephrosis. My doctor said that was very common and that it usually resolves itself before the baby is even born. The other concern was that the baby had a single umbilical artery. I can't explain it very well but if you look up SUA on the web you will find a lot of stuff. Basically they watch you pretty closely with non stress tests and ultrasounds to see if the baby is growing well and if they are in distress at all. My doctor also recommended that we deliver at 37 weeks because the risks for losing the baby are higher with SUA. Because the placenta can be compromised (and his was..we found out later) So we knew our little guy was going to be on the small side. Going on the internet and googling medical conditions is never a good idea though when you are already an overly anxious person and pregnant. SUA is linked with Down's syndrome among other things.
I have a great OB whom I love and trust completely so when he told me not to worry and everything would be all right, I tried very hard to believe him. We had twice weekly non stress tests starting at 31 weeks and watched him on ultrasound to monitor his growth. And everything was going good but I was still relieved at getting him out a little early.
Tuesday July 16th was the day and there was not a lot of sleep to be had in our house the night before. So much excitement to hold my baby, and nerves that everything would be all right, and also a little bit of morning the last minutes of my pregnancy. Last time I will ever go into the hospital heavy with my baby and so much excitement. The last time I will ever hear the excitement in my husband's voice when he sees our baby and tells me "he's okay honey, he really okay!" And see the look in eyes when he looks at our new tiny baby and falls in love with him.
But back to that morning... we got there right at 7 and got things started, bloodwork for me and monitoring of the baby. Then my doctor popped in to say hello and that everything was running on time. John got his clothes to wear for the OR room and was looking all ready. Now it was time for me to walk my large body to the OR room. The anesthesiologist was great and was able to get the spinal in quick and easy. And then everything happens so fast, that was about 9am and they brought John back to where I was. There was a little bit of a weird sensation with the pulling and pressure and I definitely felt a weird sensation when they pulled the baby out. I heard someone call out 9:13 and then I heard the little cry that you always wait for. They moved him to the warmer table where I got my first glimpse of him. So beautiful and tiny and blonde. A whole 5lbs and 4 oz of fiestiness. After he was cleaned up and the APGARS taken he was wrapped and placed right on my chest for some skin to skin time. Such an awesome moment to have the one little person you have waited 9 months to meet (or all your life) is there and he is gorgeous and healthy and so so alert. There were a couple of concerns with his breathing and his blood sugars were low but our pediatrician wasn't worried and he was going to stay with me for the remainder of our stay.
Can you see my complete happiness of having this child in my arms?? So So much love and happiness here
Sweet little Finn Barron
Jack and Charley meet their new brother finally. I think they were a little nervous.
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Mackenzie and Finn (Oldest and youngest)
A sweet big brother kiss, melts my heart.
I have a little bit of post-partum depression but otherwise . everything is pretty perfect. I still can't believe he is here. It doesn't seem like very long ago that he was just something I wanted so much, something I prayed for every night. Now, exactly who and what I prayed for is here.
I have a great OB whom I love and trust completely so when he told me not to worry and everything would be all right, I tried very hard to believe him. We had twice weekly non stress tests starting at 31 weeks and watched him on ultrasound to monitor his growth. And everything was going good but I was still relieved at getting him out a little early.
Tuesday July 16th was the day and there was not a lot of sleep to be had in our house the night before. So much excitement to hold my baby, and nerves that everything would be all right, and also a little bit of morning the last minutes of my pregnancy. Last time I will ever go into the hospital heavy with my baby and so much excitement. The last time I will ever hear the excitement in my husband's voice when he sees our baby and tells me "he's okay honey, he really okay!" And see the look in eyes when he looks at our new tiny baby and falls in love with him.
But back to that morning... we got there right at 7 and got things started, bloodwork for me and monitoring of the baby. Then my doctor popped in to say hello and that everything was running on time. John got his clothes to wear for the OR room and was looking all ready. Now it was time for me to walk my large body to the OR room. The anesthesiologist was great and was able to get the spinal in quick and easy. And then everything happens so fast, that was about 9am and they brought John back to where I was. There was a little bit of a weird sensation with the pulling and pressure and I definitely felt a weird sensation when they pulled the baby out. I heard someone call out 9:13 and then I heard the little cry that you always wait for. They moved him to the warmer table where I got my first glimpse of him. So beautiful and tiny and blonde. A whole 5lbs and 4 oz of fiestiness. After he was cleaned up and the APGARS taken he was wrapped and placed right on my chest for some skin to skin time. Such an awesome moment to have the one little person you have waited 9 months to meet (or all your life) is there and he is gorgeous and healthy and so so alert. There were a couple of concerns with his breathing and his blood sugars were low but our pediatrician wasn't worried and he was going to stay with me for the remainder of our stay.
I have a little bit of post-partum depression but otherwise . everything is pretty perfect. I still can't believe he is here. It doesn't seem like very long ago that he was just something I wanted so much, something I prayed for every night. Now, exactly who and what I prayed for is here.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
10 more days
For 15 weeks now I have known something that should make me the happiest girl ever. Something I have wanted for so long. Something that my husband and I went to counseling for because we weren't on the same page. And then he said yes and it took longer than I ever thought for it to happen. At least a long time in my mind.
On a Monday in November I took a pregnancy test and there was just the very faintest line. I wasn't even late so it was just wishful thinking on my part. I had just had a very early pregnancy loss in October so I hadn't even had a a regular period yet. So totally wasn't expecting it and if I hadn't just had my blood drawn a couple of weeks prior to make sure I had negative hcg I wouldn't have believed it at all. But blood work confirmed it the next day. And then the hcg level tripled in 48 hours (Thanksgiving day :) so it all looked good. But no one should know they are pregnant at only 3 weeks because omg, this has already been the longest pregnancy.
I will just say that John and I had a pregnancy loss at between 18 and 19 weeks 8 years ago, right before Jack. Even though I have gone on to have two healthy live babies afterwards, that is the pregnancy that is most in my thoughts these days. I wish I could shake it and start think more positive thoughts but it is so hard this time. I have two devotional books that I read from every day and I pray a lot. really can't say why I am so worried. Maybe because this baby was so fought for? And I am older so I worry about if something were to happen to this one, would I be able to get pregnant again? Whereas before, ( I know it sounds bad) I just had the mentality that if something happens we can just try again. But what if John wouldn't want to try again?? Because this pregnancy started out as twins and that really freaked him out. I found out at my 7 week ultrasound that there were 2 little heartbeats. I had been hoping and praying to see one and when the tech was almost finished... she said "oh, I can't believe I didn't see this before. Look at that, that is another baby!" It was a pretty sureal moment but even in the middle of my shock I thought how in the world am I going to tell John. It was kind of an emotional weekend but he surprised me and handled it pretty well.
At my next appointment at about 11 weeks I had another ultrasound to check on the growth of the babies. Unfortunately, there was only one heartbeat. I was crushed but at the same time so happy to see that one was okay and still had a strong heartbeat. It was even wiggling on the screen as if to say I am going to be okay. I guess vanishing twin is a very common thing. We can find out so early that we are pregnant now and sometimes these early ultrasounds aren't a good thing. It probably happens more often than people know. I definitely have mixed feelings about it. I was excited at the idea of twins. My dad is a twin and my sister has twin girls. My grandmother actually had 3 sets so it was kind of a neat idea to me. On the other hand, I was extremely nervous about how we would handle it as a family when one is already going to change everything. But of course then you feel guilty for feeling that way. Ultimately, what I want out of this pregnancy is live, healthy baby.
About a week or two of finding out that one twin was gone, I started having some bleeding. Not too heavy just scary and not something I wanted to see. So I went in and they did another ultrasound. Everything looked good with my cervix, the placenta and the baby. So, it could have been from the loss or just unexplained spotting. It continued on and off for about another 10 days so my awesome Dr. would let me come in and do a fetal heart check on the doppler. He would let me come in anytime I was nervous. And every time he found the heartbeat quickly and easily. At my last appointment since nothing unusual had been happening we decided to just schedule my next appointment for the 20 week ultrasound. Which means I am going 3 1/2 weeks without the constant reasssurance that everything is ok. He told me that obviously he has an open door policy and that if I couldn't wait and got anxious to definitely call him and he would see me earlier. I am trying really hard not to have to do that. I want to be strong and just wait for March 15th. The hope is that I should be feeling some movement now or soon and that will help me to know that everything is okay. I think that I have felt somethings. I can't say definitely though if it is the baby I have felt or if was a gas bubble or something else. I want some definite movements so that there is no doubt about it :) This past week when I have gotten worried that this little peanut is still doing okay in there I have my secret weapon. I rented a fetal doppler and I will put that on my belly and within a few seconds or minutes I have been able to hear my baby's beautiful heartbeat and then that gives me so peace for a while. ( like 5 minutes)
So anyway in 10 days I finally have my big ultrasound that I have been waiting forever for. I am so nervous for it. Of course I want to see if we are having a boy or a girl because that part is so fun. But the scary part for me is making sure everything okay on the baby, do they have all their parts and does the heart look okay and nothing wrong with it's brain and that our little peanut doesn't have 8 arms or something. So incredibly nervous about all of that. So when I wake up tomorrow we will be down to 9 more days of worrying. I just have to keep myself busy or sleep a lot :)
So please send good thoughts and prayers my way for some peace in the next days and that this little peanut will prove to be very healthy on the screen and everything is perfect and how it should be.
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There is me at 18 weeks pregnant. Such a big little bump already. I can't wait to see what is going on in there. 10 more days :)
On a Monday in November I took a pregnancy test and there was just the very faintest line. I wasn't even late so it was just wishful thinking on my part. I had just had a very early pregnancy loss in October so I hadn't even had a a regular period yet. So totally wasn't expecting it and if I hadn't just had my blood drawn a couple of weeks prior to make sure I had negative hcg I wouldn't have believed it at all. But blood work confirmed it the next day. And then the hcg level tripled in 48 hours (Thanksgiving day :) so it all looked good. But no one should know they are pregnant at only 3 weeks because omg, this has already been the longest pregnancy.
I will just say that John and I had a pregnancy loss at between 18 and 19 weeks 8 years ago, right before Jack. Even though I have gone on to have two healthy live babies afterwards, that is the pregnancy that is most in my thoughts these days. I wish I could shake it and start think more positive thoughts but it is so hard this time. I have two devotional books that I read from every day and I pray a lot. really can't say why I am so worried. Maybe because this baby was so fought for? And I am older so I worry about if something were to happen to this one, would I be able to get pregnant again? Whereas before, ( I know it sounds bad) I just had the mentality that if something happens we can just try again. But what if John wouldn't want to try again?? Because this pregnancy started out as twins and that really freaked him out. I found out at my 7 week ultrasound that there were 2 little heartbeats. I had been hoping and praying to see one and when the tech was almost finished... she said "oh, I can't believe I didn't see this before. Look at that, that is another baby!" It was a pretty sureal moment but even in the middle of my shock I thought how in the world am I going to tell John. It was kind of an emotional weekend but he surprised me and handled it pretty well.
At my next appointment at about 11 weeks I had another ultrasound to check on the growth of the babies. Unfortunately, there was only one heartbeat. I was crushed but at the same time so happy to see that one was okay and still had a strong heartbeat. It was even wiggling on the screen as if to say I am going to be okay. I guess vanishing twin is a very common thing. We can find out so early that we are pregnant now and sometimes these early ultrasounds aren't a good thing. It probably happens more often than people know. I definitely have mixed feelings about it. I was excited at the idea of twins. My dad is a twin and my sister has twin girls. My grandmother actually had 3 sets so it was kind of a neat idea to me. On the other hand, I was extremely nervous about how we would handle it as a family when one is already going to change everything. But of course then you feel guilty for feeling that way. Ultimately, what I want out of this pregnancy is live, healthy baby.
About a week or two of finding out that one twin was gone, I started having some bleeding. Not too heavy just scary and not something I wanted to see. So I went in and they did another ultrasound. Everything looked good with my cervix, the placenta and the baby. So, it could have been from the loss or just unexplained spotting. It continued on and off for about another 10 days so my awesome Dr. would let me come in and do a fetal heart check on the doppler. He would let me come in anytime I was nervous. And every time he found the heartbeat quickly and easily. At my last appointment since nothing unusual had been happening we decided to just schedule my next appointment for the 20 week ultrasound. Which means I am going 3 1/2 weeks without the constant reasssurance that everything is ok. He told me that obviously he has an open door policy and that if I couldn't wait and got anxious to definitely call him and he would see me earlier. I am trying really hard not to have to do that. I want to be strong and just wait for March 15th. The hope is that I should be feeling some movement now or soon and that will help me to know that everything is okay. I think that I have felt somethings. I can't say definitely though if it is the baby I have felt or if was a gas bubble or something else. I want some definite movements so that there is no doubt about it :) This past week when I have gotten worried that this little peanut is still doing okay in there I have my secret weapon. I rented a fetal doppler and I will put that on my belly and within a few seconds or minutes I have been able to hear my baby's beautiful heartbeat and then that gives me so peace for a while. ( like 5 minutes)
So anyway in 10 days I finally have my big ultrasound that I have been waiting forever for. I am so nervous for it. Of course I want to see if we are having a boy or a girl because that part is so fun. But the scary part for me is making sure everything okay on the baby, do they have all their parts and does the heart look okay and nothing wrong with it's brain and that our little peanut doesn't have 8 arms or something. So incredibly nervous about all of that. So when I wake up tomorrow we will be down to 9 more days of worrying. I just have to keep myself busy or sleep a lot :)
So please send good thoughts and prayers my way for some peace in the next days and that this little peanut will prove to be very healthy on the screen and everything is perfect and how it should be.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
roller coaster worry
On Mondays I work at Jack's school library for a few hours in the morning. On those days we get there a little bit later than normal because I try to get all librarian cute instead of my normal yoga pants and hoodie look that I normally carry off so well. This didn't go so well in Jack's mind yesterday. He didn't realize that by the time we got there the bell would have already rang and it was time to head to class. No play time outside. That did not set well with Mr. Jack man. He got really whiny with me in the hallway and told me how mean I was and that I had ruined his day. And judging by the super crushed look on his face I probably did. So, I calmed him down as best as I could and sent him into the classroom not really knowing how his behavior was going to continue.
So flash forward a few minutes. I am all happy checking in books and organizing them on their shelves and is so simple and mindless and allows me to not really have to think for a few minutes of my day. But that was cut short as the office called into the room and I was sent to the office. It wasn't so bad they just wanted to set up an appointment with me to go over our last screening we did on Jack and maybe see what is next. The bummer thing is that for some odd reason they can ONLY meet on Tuesday mornings. And guess who works at her real job every single Tuesday? This girl. So right away, anxiety about not being able to be at this meeting. John will go instead and relay info to me as he remembers it. He better remember it all word for word and tell me 800 times every time I ask so what did she say about that again? Poor guy. But no, Stacy the school psychologist is going to call me this week so that we can go over everything and she can help me move forward with a plan. For now we are fairly confident that he has ADD. So we will be able to talk to his pediatrician about meds that might help for that. So, you start feeling better like.... ok this isn't the end of the world. We can so handle ADD we will rock it so hard it will make everyone want their kid to have ADD and mild CP. But wait! That is not all... also want to do more screenings to see if he has some other componets going on that may
be related to his CP. I think they want us to pursue a neuro psych eval. Which I am not even sure what all that entails. Or who we get it started with. And I was at work when all of this important meeting was going on and I was missing it. John did call at one point and put me on speaker phone. They said not to worry. She will guide me through what I need to do and she said she would call me later this week too so that she can catch up (and hear me cry) and we can over all of their findings on him and what she things we should be doing.
I know I mentioned before how great all of these people are that are working for my son. I just feel so blessed with them helping us and him get through this. The school psychologist actually has a son named Jack who has cp and is more cognitively impaired than John. So I think she pretty much understands all of this and my emotions.
So now I just have fill out another questionnaire and wait for the results of that and wait for Stacy to fax all of her other finding to our pediatrician so we can get that ball rolling for meds for ADD. And then just wait and see where we go with the neuro psych stuff. Which scares me the most but I guess I won't really know what that is all about until she calls me. So, I guess I just need to love on the little boy I have right now and know that we are on a great path of finding out what is best for him. A Jack plan. We want school to be good and I never want him to come home on Friday and tell me school is evil again.
Sorry this was kind of all rambly. I worked all day and worried my head off about all of this. Just had to get it out I guess.
So flash forward a few minutes. I am all happy checking in books and organizing them on their shelves and is so simple and mindless and allows me to not really have to think for a few minutes of my day. But that was cut short as the office called into the room and I was sent to the office. It wasn't so bad they just wanted to set up an appointment with me to go over our last screening we did on Jack and maybe see what is next. The bummer thing is that for some odd reason they can ONLY meet on Tuesday mornings. And guess who works at her real job every single Tuesday? This girl. So right away, anxiety about not being able to be at this meeting. John will go instead and relay info to me as he remembers it. He better remember it all word for word and tell me 800 times every time I ask so what did she say about that again? Poor guy. But no, Stacy the school psychologist is going to call me this week so that we can go over everything and she can help me move forward with a plan. For now we are fairly confident that he has ADD. So we will be able to talk to his pediatrician about meds that might help for that. So, you start feeling better like.... ok this isn't the end of the world. We can so handle ADD we will rock it so hard it will make everyone want their kid to have ADD and mild CP. But wait! That is not all... also want to do more screenings to see if he has some other componets going on that may
be related to his CP. I think they want us to pursue a neuro psych eval. Which I am not even sure what all that entails. Or who we get it started with. And I was at work when all of this important meeting was going on and I was missing it. John did call at one point and put me on speaker phone. They said not to worry. She will guide me through what I need to do and she said she would call me later this week too so that she can catch up (and hear me cry) and we can over all of their findings on him and what she things we should be doing.
I know I mentioned before how great all of these people are that are working for my son. I just feel so blessed with them helping us and him get through this. The school psychologist actually has a son named Jack who has cp and is more cognitively impaired than John. So I think she pretty much understands all of this and my emotions.
So now I just have fill out another questionnaire and wait for the results of that and wait for Stacy to fax all of her other finding to our pediatrician so we can get that ball rolling for meds for ADD. And then just wait and see where we go with the neuro psych stuff. Which scares me the most but I guess I won't really know what that is all about until she calls me. So, I guess I just need to love on the little boy I have right now and know that we are on a great path of finding out what is best for him. A Jack plan. We want school to be good and I never want him to come home on Friday and tell me school is evil again.
Sorry this was kind of all rambly. I worked all day and worried my head off about all of this. Just had to get it out I guess.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
ADHD?
On another note~ We have way TOO much candy here. I only made it to the Y once last week and there is this big old bowl of Halloween candy calling out my name. We didn't have very many trick-or-treaters here this year. We only made it one block ourselves. It was so cold here this year! I know we have been spoiled the last few years but oh man do I want to move somewhere warmer. This girl is not made for cold weather and apparently neither are my kids. I can't believe they were done after only one block.
And on another note~ John's dad is here from Texas and we are having a nice visit but I have way TOO many boys using my bathroom! I dream of the day when I have my own on suite bathroom. Gah, must sell this house and move. And move somewhere warm.
And on a final unrelated note ~ No, sadly that is not me in a bathing suit sitting somewhere warm.... but I love here hair. So, I just wanted to share that :)
Ummm, and maybe ADHD is inherited because I definitely seem to have it. Especially judging from this post.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Conner's
What if I answer something wrong?? So stressfull!! Not to mention some of these questions are honestly weird. I felt guilty filling it out.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Hey, where is my food I ordered?
Charley has been so demanding and whining a lot lately. It is really getting to us. He might win and take us both down at this rate. Maybe that is his goal. So much darn whining. Every night we tell him he has to do a certain amount of homework and then he can go do something fun like a game with mom or dad or something else he wants to do. Cue the whining forever, so he gets one page out of 500 done and thinks that is good enough and he should be all done. "Now let's plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Moooooomieeeeeee, let's play. come on come on lets play. Pleeeeaaaaaaaaaseee!! So then it is back to explaining that while it is great that you traced the letter A half assed on one worksheet, there are still 499 more waiting for us to do and omg, they are NEVER going away until we get them done. This pre-K stuff is not kidding around anymore. So ultimately no games were played with Charley tonight. John and I did stay strong and survived. John might have cheated tonight though. I'm not sure that he didn't have ear plugs in for part of that. Hmmm Then after all that Charley mentioned he wanted some toast before bed. I was kind of getting things ready and he walks up and goes " hey where is my food I ordered?" Eeeesh kid. Who are we raising here? Monsters I tell you Monsters!!! They are supposed to be in bed asleep right but they saw me coming up to my room with ice cream. The chorus began of I want a cookie I want a cookie and so on. So grabbed to cookies and threw one each to each of their locations. Heard some chewing but no whining anymore. whoosh. Maybe have a break until tomorrow morning. UNTIL the homework is mentioned again. Oh no, help us.
I want to order some food around here and have it delivered on a plate for me. I want to whine about stuff I don't want to do. Oh wait, I guess that is what I am doing here. Hmmm yay I don't like to have homework everynight with a 5 and 7 year old. They are too stubborn and now I am whining. Waaahhh
I did have a mini IEP meeting this morning with Jacks team at school. It went really well and I am glad they made time in their schedules to discuss my worries right now. I left the meeting feeling great and that my son is loved by them and they also want the very best for him. A couple of the therapists worked with him way back at the ECC so they have seen all of the growths and gains he has made. They told me that they are really not worried that anything spectrum is going on with him. Their feeling is that there is some attention componet going on and some anxiety for him also. He tends to want to be a perfectionist and it stresses him out if he can't do something right the first time. New things or changes also cause him some anxiety. We still think there is a sensory thing going on but when you are anxious you do tend to soothe yourself any way you can and for him it is rocking on his legs and spinning something in his hands and sometimes hand flapping. Those are things that can sometimes look like autism things. And really it is just anxiety. So we are doing a couple of tests this week to grade his anxiety and attention levels and then the social worker will also observe him for a day. The tests get sent out to be scored and then we should have recommendations soon. I just feel so good that I think we are in the right hands. All of these women that I sat with around the table told awesome stories about my son and showed me where they have seen improvement and how much they all get a kick out of him. It is obvious that they are on team Jack and we all want him to do the best that he can. I prayed for another awesome teacher this year and I got it tenfold with all of these other ladies. OT, Speech, physical therapy, and the social worker. The social worker even has a 7 year old son with CP (and he also has major anxiety) so she can completely relate. Also one of the other therapists has a child with anxiety and is going to help me navigate all of that if the tests come back with what we believe they will.
So maybe I am like Charley. I didn't order any food, but this team of Jack's is exactly what I prayed for. So maybe they are my order for Jack.
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| He looks sweet here, but don't let him fool you. He will take you down no problem with is whining. |
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| This one didn't want anything to do with that dumb old homework either. The Mo Willems website was way cooler. He did however write out all of his words with me once. Yah, score one for me. |
I want to order some food around here and have it delivered on a plate for me. I want to whine about stuff I don't want to do. Oh wait, I guess that is what I am doing here. Hmmm yay I don't like to have homework everynight with a 5 and 7 year old. They are too stubborn and now I am whining. Waaahhh
I did have a mini IEP meeting this morning with Jacks team at school. It went really well and I am glad they made time in their schedules to discuss my worries right now. I left the meeting feeling great and that my son is loved by them and they also want the very best for him. A couple of the therapists worked with him way back at the ECC so they have seen all of the growths and gains he has made. They told me that they are really not worried that anything spectrum is going on with him. Their feeling is that there is some attention componet going on and some anxiety for him also. He tends to want to be a perfectionist and it stresses him out if he can't do something right the first time. New things or changes also cause him some anxiety. We still think there is a sensory thing going on but when you are anxious you do tend to soothe yourself any way you can and for him it is rocking on his legs and spinning something in his hands and sometimes hand flapping. Those are things that can sometimes look like autism things. And really it is just anxiety. So we are doing a couple of tests this week to grade his anxiety and attention levels and then the social worker will also observe him for a day. The tests get sent out to be scored and then we should have recommendations soon. I just feel so good that I think we are in the right hands. All of these women that I sat with around the table told awesome stories about my son and showed me where they have seen improvement and how much they all get a kick out of him. It is obvious that they are on team Jack and we all want him to do the best that he can. I prayed for another awesome teacher this year and I got it tenfold with all of these other ladies. OT, Speech, physical therapy, and the social worker. The social worker even has a 7 year old son with CP (and he also has major anxiety) so she can completely relate. Also one of the other therapists has a child with anxiety and is going to help me navigate all of that if the tests come back with what we believe they will.
So maybe I am like Charley. I didn't order any food, but this team of Jack's is exactly what I prayed for. So maybe they are my order for Jack.
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