Finally

Scott is FINALLY starting to talk.  I can't tell you how pleased I am.  A lot of the reason for neglecting my blog has been because of the stress of Scott not talking.  It has been really hard on us, not knowing what is "wrong" with him.  I really hate how the only words society has given me to use have such a negative connotation.  Truth is, I don't think there is anything wrong with him, I don't think he has issues, and I don't think that he has problems.  I still think that my child is amazing, I think my child is so smart, and I think that he is the closest to perfect that I will ever know.  But he wasn't developing as "they" say he should have.  We started getting worried when all his friends were starting to talk and he wasn't.  All his friends are girls and so everyone just told me that "boys develop slower then girls".  Heard that A LOT!  But two came around when he is supposed to be starting to connect two words together.  Well he wasn't saying one word let alone two to put together.  So we thought we would call an early intervention program.  We were assigned a therapist and I had no clue what to expect.  What would you expect?  Well she told us to try sign language, get a signing dvd from the library, and then started pulling toys out of her bag.  The thing is that Scott was tested when he was 23 months and he test right on or even high in every area except for fine motor and language.  He tested 13 month in language and 18 month in fine motor.  As testing was going on he wouldn't do some of the things they wanted him to, I tried to tell them that he can do that but they had to record what they saw.  But even still, don't you think that the speech would be the more important place to start and work on the fine motor skills on the side?  Now I don't have anything against signing but I don't sign, I don't care to learn to sign and that's the reason I didn't try to sign a long time ago.  I just feel that ship has passed.  I wanted him talking.  Oh well, I tried to stay positive but it became more and more of a drag having this lady come over.  I was about to cancel everything in November when the therapist said that we should start the paper work to get him a speech therapist.  I wanted to yell at he, "THEN WHO THE #*%@*# ARE YOU?!"  Apparently she was a play therapist or something.  Now I will give her some credit, she did help him get really good at puzzles and other things but really, I'm not to worried about Scott's playing abilities, I know he can play.  So I thought I would stick with it if it meant we were going to get someone better.  December, she said nothing about it.  January she starts asking me about his senses and thinks he might have a sensory issue.  She tested him for that.  I asked her why she was testing him for that and she said she started wondering when Scott flinched away from her touch and when she saw him take two steps on his tippy toes.  I didn't like that my child's every action was under such scrutiny.  I asked her about the speech therapy papers and she said she forgot to start that and that she is more concerned about his sensory problem.  Well that was that.  I canceled.  DRIVE ME NUTS!  Well I wasn't feeling better after I cancelled.  I was stressing so much about what to do from square one.  Well I made a mistake.  I calling a friend who I thought was supposed to come over that day and I accidentally called the wrong friend, same name but wrong friend.  I tried to play it off like I meant to call her all along (Sorry Ashley, I hope that doesn't bother you to hear why I called you out of the blue).  Well it was the best mistake I've ever made.  I dare say that the Lord answered my prayers that day.  She helped me see clearly, start trusting my motherly instincts and to stop looking out for everyone's feelings and to start looking out for my sons well being.  I'm not confident but she lended me some of hers and I will forever be grateful.  I called them back up and demanded a few things that I knew my son needed instead of letting someone guess what he may need.  I've met with his new therapist once and I already feel so much better and her and the program she wants to start.  Excited about it even.  Scott also responded better to this new lady that one time then he ever did to the other.  I know this is incredibly long, I'd be surprised if anyone is still reading this.  But if anyone has read this far I would like to announce that SCOTT IS TALKING!  He is repeating everything we say...Ok well just the last words but that's the part that matters, right?!  Even more then repeating he is saying what he wants.  He has been bringing us milk and juice and whatever to tell us what he wants.  Now he says what it is as he brings it to us.  PROGRESS!  One thing that I love is hearing him say his letters.  For his birthday be got alphabet flash cards with animals on them.  We thought we would start with animal sounds, move on to letters and then their sounds.  His therapist didn't think we needed to work on the alphabet with him, tried to tell us that wasn't necessary right now.  Well I'm glad we didn't listen to her.  He first learned to point out his letters, when he started to say them we were over joyed, then he learned each of the sounds.  His brain continues to amaze me.  A few weeks ago we had to speak in church, as I was preparing my talk I had Scott sitting next to me.  I am wrapped in my own thought that I don't realize it for a while but I then I hear Scott making sounds that isn't just jabber.  He is sounding out the letters he sees on the screen.  HOLY COW!  This kid is a generous!  His new favorite thing is to play memory on my phone.  We finally got smart phones and it is incredible how quickly they figure out the phones, even before we do.  Scott is my amazing perfect sweet little angel boy.  I love him more then life.  Being a mom is the hardest job but is the best thing I will ever do.  God has blessed my little family and I am GRATEFUL!