It's Hard to know Which End is Up.

Mysterious Child's Mom writes again.

Well, some days are just like that... I get confused.

I have this on-going "approach/avoid" thing with testing. I have had some testing done and found it to be more confusing than helpful. I am not sure I wanted him labeled and so.... when the time gets close, I avoid.

We just had our annual check up and Dr. thinks he should go get some testing done and gave him a script for meds. We tried two weeks of meds and decided to take him off. Now I have several appointments (some two years away) to have him evaluated and labeled.

I guess some days I just don't know what to do. Some days I have my head in the sand... some days... I think it'll be something he'll drag around his whole life .. some days I'm afraid I'm not doing enough... other days .. I think he's a genius and there's nothing wrong except that his mother doesn't understand him.

It's hard to know what end is up on these days.

The Mystery Begins....

Mysterious Child's Mom writes again.

The perfect baby boy, didn't come home with us. He had changed. It took us some time to figure out it wasn't a flu or being tired or normal baby issues.

We started to notice that he wasn't trying to speak. We use American Sign Language at home (ASL) so we thought he was just doing well at that. We noticed he couldn't walk up or down slopes. His ability to understand when he was dizzy was somehow limited to when he'd spun so long he couldn't even lift his head. He had a strange facination with tactile surfaces... licking screen doors, phones and such. He reacted in panic to other feelings like vasaline or mushy peas. Gagged on foods that were soft and wet.

He loved his soother (nuk) and when he was upset he calmed immediately with aid of it. He dragged his blanket everywhere for security and it seemed to have such drastic calming effect.

All of these "quirks" started to poke and prod at our hearts. Slowly, dawning on us, maybe there was something different about our baby boy. Parents don't want to entertain that thought... so we made excuses. After a time, we started to look into what the "quirks" were from.

A new path, a strange place, the beginning.