Let’s play catch up!
“I want to go home, Mommy. I’m just too tired and stressed
out.”
Stressed out? Really, Miles.
But as we stood in childcare at church last Sunday, he was
insistent about leaving. When I said no, he told me had a fever. I said no
again because … obviously, he didn’t have a fever.
Except he did.
He had a fever that would not go away. From 103.3 at its
highest to 101.5 at its lowest, Miles battled a high temperature from that
Sunday until Saturday morning. He missed four days of school, spent two hours
at Redi-Med, took multiple naps and watched an entire season of “Bo on the Go”
and three Netflix rentals.
In other words, it was hell – for everyone.
I missed two days of work, Mark missed one and my
mother-in-law worked from home the fourth. I spent the days I wasn’t with him
worrying and the days I was with scouring the house and trying to force down
liquids.
Through it all, as selfish as it sounds, I was glad that I
was in recovery mode from the Carmel
half marathon. There was no time for logging long runs, especially as Mark is
in the thick of track season and the luxury of 3:30
afternoon runs are at the oval. I could have gotten up early (I did once to
meet Tami) but the uncertainty of how things would play out day to day made it
challenging.
Thankfully, Miles was amenable to riding in the stroller on
a couple of occasions – even though the bribes of treats and stops for cookies
at the neighborhood coffee shop held no interest. For the two outings (3 miles
and 4 miles), he was often quiet and thoughtful, so much so that I thought he
had fallen asleep. I nearly felt guilty for taking him but my grandma assured
me that some fresh air, especially when it is mid-60s and sunny, is good for every body.
On my part, I forgot how challenging it was to run with the
stroller. Oof – especially on the hills. However, it could almost be considered
an advantageous decision in reverse taper as I rarely look at my watch when
pushing the jogger as I have one pace – BOB. I just ran for peace of mind and
to get a break from the confines of the house.
Adding to the stress level of the week was the appointment
with the developmental and physical therapists from First Steps. I had been
looking forward to and dreading the 10:30 a.m.
evaluation for Si for weeks. I couldn’t decide if I wanted them to say that he
was delayed enough for services or confirm the feelings in my gut that he was
fine but completing milestones in his own time.
The two arrived at the house (early!) on Tuesday for the
appointment. For those curious, they began talking to me about my concerns and
observations as they unloaded toys from their bags. As we talked, the two
basically played with Si to see how he moved and interacted. One put a block on
her head to see if Si would do it and the other tried to encourage him to
cruise. I was rather surprised when he responded fairly well to the therapists,
not so much in performing in a desired way but not getting upset and demanding
to be held.
And, of course, he decided to stand without support and
cruise for the first time while they were there. I swear this kid lives to
prove me wrong.
After about a half-hour, the therapists entered their
observations into their system and then went over the results.
The gist: He should be doing certain things (making consonant
sounds and walking) but he’s hit enough milestones that he doesn’t require
services at this time. He didn't show any signs of any social-emotional-anxiety problems as described by my daycare provider, and the issues there might be frustration or environment. They want to re-evaluate in three months, assuming there
are still concerns. Silas, the physical therapist said, may start to walk and
just take off. As for the speech, the evaluation forms don’t focus on the
consonant sounds until 15 months.
And, of course, again, this weekend, he started making a “B”
sound.
Hopefully, this week will be a bit more normal … if there is
such a thing.
