Friday, February 15, 2013


Hopeful. Dejected. Proud. Sad. Amazed. Frustrated.

We spent 2 and a half hours with speech pathologists yesterday.  It was rough. 

Matthew has a 'hi' and 'bye' approximation that he uses at appropriate times (very good!), but that is it (not good!).  He hasn't said 'mama' in months.  Language just isn't coming for him.  We just don't get it.  The pathologists don't either.  He can make sounds.  He knows that words mean something. He can sign.  He is a social kid.  But he doesn't talk!  His receptive language is about the same as a typically developing 3 year old and on the other end of the spectrum, his verbal communication is measuring somewhere near a 1 year old.  We just don't get it. 

I logically know that we are doing all we can, and worrying won't help.  But I can't help but to worry, fret, wonder if there is something else or a magic bullet, and pray.  Lots of praying.

My sweet lunch companion.

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