It's something I've dreaded and avoided scheduling because honestly I. can't. even. imagine. what this is going to be like.
Because... you know... she cried until she was sick over that iron test and even brushing her teeth is a struggle...
The dentist is a pediatric specialist who specializes in special needs kids... and everyone from Patrick's pediatrician to Sadie's dentist to Mae's pediatrician has recommended her so... that's something. But still. Nervous. Very nervous.
Since all this started just last month we've had the initial doctor's appointment, blood work at the hospital, the initial assessment at mental health, the ADOS testing at mental health, the first home appointment in our home, and the first ABA therapy evaluation at the therapy center.
And the center isn't even open to begin occupational therapy of speech therapy yet.
I am amazed at how much has happened since our pediatrician first said the words: "I am 100% certain that she is on the autism spectrum."
This is gone along faster than I'd ever imagined.
Would anyone like to guess what happened next?
We now have a little sand box sized bean green house because the beans have sprouted!
Yay, science lesson! But also... It's kind of gross. I see a major clean up in my future.
And I promise that soon I will be able to write about something else. It's like when we found out about Patrick's allergy and that was all that was on my mind all the time and it was all that I could think of to write about and then one day, it was just another part of life that comes up now and then, but isn't the only thing I can think of constantly when I go to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard).
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