Thursday, March 29, 2007
What's been going on?
We spent our spring break in Virginia with Grandpa and Grandma. A good time was had by all, and as usual, saying goodbye was hard to do. Heck, it's hard to leave Grandma and Grandpa Innis too, and they only live 45 minutes away!
This week has been one of extremes. Ethan and I spent 5 hours traveling on Monday, then the following morning we drove one hour each way to see his occupational therapist. She is the newest professional in his life and we like her very much. Her goal is to help him with his oral aversions and tactile defensiveness. She's going to help us get Ethan eating!
Then we came home and relaxed for a few hours before leaving for Cincinnati, a 2.5 hour drive each way. Needless to say, Ethan is sick of looking at the back of my head.
We met with a very experienced speech therapist that evaluated Ethan for possible verbal apraxia. He definitely displays many early signs of this disorder, yet what we are seeing could be somehow tied into his sensory issues. It's too early for a diagnosis, but she was very interested in following his case and loved the idea of getting him into a speech therapy program where he is working with an experienced professional and not a graduate student. This summer we'll be pulling Ethan out of Ohio University and driving to Columbus once a week (1.5 hour each way! Yay!) to work with a woman who has experience with cochlear implanted toddlers.
We're suffering around here from living in the middle of nowhere syndrome. The University cannot meet our needs on any level. This summer we'll also be leaving the university physical therapy clinic for a place in Marietta that can provide one on one. That will be nice because his OT and PT will work together and there will be lots of overlap and communication.
This is not to say that we've had bad experiences with individual people here. All the people that have worked with Ethan have been dedicated and good at what they do. It's just that his needs have outgrown what they can provide. It makes me wonder what it will be like enrolling him in the school system, specifically preschool. It seems crazy to worry about that right now, but he'll be 2 this summer, which gives us 1 year to make a decision about where he should be.
Now that I've significantly raised my blood pressure, I think I'll go sit in a corner somewhere and play with a ball of yarn.