I am struggling.
Struggling with parenting.
Struggling with the idea that my child is not perfect.
At Colby's 18 month well visit the Ped asked if he was speaking at least 10 words.
My answer was a resounding "no".
Not even close.
Yes, he does the toddler babble but other than that we get the occasional
"no", "ball", "hi".
Other than that my toddler was a babbling, wild man.
So, the Ped referred us to a speech evaluator.
The husband and I talked about it and decided we would give it a month.
Maybe he would take off talking on his own and we didn't need this
professional toddler whisper in our lives.
Well, a month and a half later we were not seeing any progress.
So, we decided to finally book an evaluation for him.
The very first evaluation seemed to go ok.
He liked Miss L. and played with her.
However, the questions she was asking us called to fail him.
My child failed.
After she gave us the results and told us the next steps, I was left
with the test results in my hands.
Failures as figures.
I did not take it well.
The thought that my child failed something broke my heart.
It still breaks my heart.
We went to another evaluation to see if he approved for the State funded program and he did.
Because he failed again.
He was failing in the communication department.
He was not saying and responding to things they wanted him too.
They said they were concerned with his hearing.
Concerned with my child's hearing?!
So not only did he fail but he might not be able to hear?
All this is weighing on my heart and mind.
I look at his little sweet face and I want nothing but perfection for him.
I don't want him to struggle.
I am trying to have a new outlook on his speech and communication but its hard.
It's really hard.
I will keep you updated with our journey with the speech therapy.
Our first appointment is Friday.