August 9, 2016 / Personal
Delays are blessings too.
I didn’t really know what it meant— Global Developmental Delay. That was Fin’s diagnosis when I brought him to see a developmental pediatrician a month ago. I had to wait for three months to get an appointment. The other doctor had a longer waiting list of twelve months. With the twelve months of waiting, methinks that with that twelve months I have already done something to help Fin.
When he turned two I started to worry. He wasn’t stringing words like the other kids his age. He blabbers but his words were few. I researched and asked about delays. Nobody listened! Some told me I was being paranoid because he’s just two. I talked to his pediatrician and told her about my worries. Dr. Glinda patiently listened. She told me to observe Fin closely.
The days leading to his doctors appointment was very stressful. I feigned bravery and pushed aside my worries. I had a long list of questions and a mountain full of what ifs. At the doctor’s clinic, Dr. Seno made me feel that it was okay to be there. That being there was a best thing to do. Fin played with the toys he used for a certain purpose. He uttered words I never heard him speak before like fly, wow, nice, car.
Dr. Seno asked if he spends more time playing with the Ipad more than real play. Real play meant real toys that would encourage imagination, creativity and would help develop is fine and gross motor skills. The easy I-pad can’t do that to our kids! When we went home I hid the thing. Surprisingly he didn’t look for it. The day after, he started playing with his toys. He is more active now – runs around, climbs, goofs, blabbers. He utters words that sound like this and that. He recently learned how to say daddy and oh no.
Fin started school last June. He has a session with an occupational therapist twice a week. So far I have seen improvements. He is more focused now and his eye contact has considerably improved. Every single day feels so tight like I am up to my neck of the many things I need to do. I bring him to school and to his therapist. In between these, I have a household to run and shoots to accomplish.
I am not complaining. I just need a day off. Let me!