We took J-man to the doctor yesterday for a physical. The county requires one as part of the paperwork to get him into the school system setting, versus the Early Intervention setting. The office did very well getting us in on time, but the J-man was NOT HAPPY about being there. He certainly knows that the doctor’s office is rarely a fun place for him.
While we were there, the doctor talked to us a good bit about what we were doing in terms of therapies and the like, and what our plans were for the near future. We told her about the special preschool J-man attends, and his speech, developmental, and occupational therapies. We talked about food, and how what he eats is limited by his sensory issues, and she gave us a few tips about getting some extra calcium into him.
She seemed pleased at the progress he is making, and understanding of how far he has come, although he’s still delayed in most areas. J-man wandered around during that portion, so she got to see him not freaking out… and called him adorable. (Of course she did. He IS adorable.)
Then she said, “It’s so great that you are doing this now when he’s
so young. The earlier the therapies start, the better the outcome usually is. You guys are doing a great job.”
It was nice to hear that. It’s especially nice because I never feel like I’m doing enough, but I also have to have a life too, so I’m constantly pulled in two ways. (Or seven…)
When we were finished, and J-man was all dressed again, she asked him if he was ready to go and get in the car. He looked up at her and raised his arms, and said, “GO CAH!”
Go man go!