So, Henry qualifies for speech therapy. They gave me lots of stats and are mailing me more information on his test results ( a science nerds dream! STATS!!), but it boils down to the fact that he could use a little help with this whole talking deal. And we want to help him, but we need their guidance on how to do that. He is clearly eager to learn. If you ask him to make sounds, lots of them he does perfectly, but the words just aren't there yet. But they will be. We have (another) meeting this coming Wednesday to work out the final details, then he gets his hearing checked ( I am 100% sure it will be fine) and then the NEXT Wednesday we start therapy which will continue every week for six months (or longer if needed). Thank god I don't work Wednesdays.
I don't know, I am a little torn I guess. I am so excited to know that he gets the help he needs. But at the same time... I guess this morning my mama instinct has just been kicking in and I hate that the help is needed at all. That there is something that we haven't been able to show him. To explain in a way he gets. And don't get me wrong. I don't mean to make more out of this than it is. They were very clear when going over his results with me that he is a very smart little guy. He is social and interactive. I really don't think this is a start to bigger problems or major delays. But still, this small part of me has this lingering sadness that it's necessary. But most of me, the much bigger part, is just excited to get him the help he needs to get over this communication hurdle. I have a feeling in six months I will be telling you all we can't get him to keep his mouth shut. I can't wait for that day.