This is my very first blog!
(Will be long and probably boring as I fill you in on the back story)
I am going to start off by telling you all just a tad bit about myself.. I know I’m already boring you! I’ll keep it brief I promise 🙂
My name is Jamie and I live in a small town in MA. I grew up here and, now just bought my first home here to raise my amazing son in! I am 31 years old. I have the most handsome husband named Nick, and together we have our son Dylan who is 4 years old. My husband and I met very unexpectedly at one of my former jobs. I was a hair stylist but, also worked at a tanning salon which, is where I met him! Love at first sight for sure! We both had some rocky, unstable relationships previous to each other.. but who hasn’t?? He moved in 2 weeks later and the rest is history! A few years later we ran off to Vegas with only a few close family members and got hitched!
Soon after getting married we decided we wanted a baby. It happened instantly and then before we knew it our bundle of joy (as most would call it) arrived! We had a healthy baby boy that was 7lbs 7oz and 19 1/2 inches long. He was beautiful. Now, the reason I said “a bundle of joy is what most would call it”, is because right from the start Dylan was not a happy baby! Cried constantly, didn’t like to be held much and was all together a fuss butt! Everyone thought he was just a colicky baby… Nick worked days and I worked part time at night and on weekends as a hair stylist. This is ideal for most families but, it didn’t take us long to get burnt out!
It put a strain on us emotionally to be home with an unhappy baby without our partners help! Dylan was easily frustrated by almost anything. Before long us as people and as parents were worn thin! Our marriage was getting rough and everything about being a young happily married couple with a new baby didn’t seem so happy. But, we stuck through it for each other. We both made career changes that helped the situation and we carried on. By the time Dylan had just turned 2, I began working a day job in an office so that I could be home at night and on weekends to help my husband with Dylan and we could co-parent.
Dylan began full time daycare. This was very hard for me to let him go during the day to strangers! So many thoughts went through my mind.. you know the obvious ones like: Will he be ok? Will he like it? and other questions like: Will they understand him?, Will they watch him and hold his hand so he doesn’t fall?. These are the types of things that started to make me think that Dylan was a bit off from kids his age. Other kids climb and run all over with no problem! But, Dylan was VERY clumsy. This was apparent when he got a spiral fracture in his left leg only 2 weeks after starting to walk! Some of our family members thought we smothered Dylan and didn’t just let him be a kid! We constantly hovered over him to make sure he was ok, not eating weird things or tripping over his own two feet.
In the last 2 1/2 years Dylan has attended 5 different preschools! I have not been happy with the last 3! But, the last one although I did not like the old bitty that ran it because she was just nasty to kids come to find out, was the only one who came to us and said there is something going on with Dylan and you should really have it looked into! What a sigh of strange relief!! Someone, even though she was not my favorite person.. someone else saw what we saw! I switched Dylan’s pediatrician and brought our concerns, along with his preschool teachers concerns to his doctor. She recommended some great places to have Dylan evaluated for further behavioral problems.
It was a bit time consuming doing paper work and trying to get appointments but, within a few months I was able to get him in! The evaluation process consisted of my husband and I first meeting with the psychologist with our concerns. Doing a bunch of questioners that are 12345234524 pages long, and then Dylan went in for 2 visits that were each a few hours long, for some hands on testing with the psychologist. After this, we then waited for the psychologist to tally up her findings and have us back for the results.
The results were in! Dylan was diagnosed within the autism spectrum and showed signs of ADHD but at the time still under the age of 4 he was too young to appropriately diagnose him with the ADHD. I was secretly happy at the same time as being sad. Our suspicions that something was going on with him were being confirmed. It was a great thing for us because now we had a medical report to try and get him some help he could use to control his behavior.
It has been almost 9 months that we have been on a waiting list for ABA therapy which is a form of therapy where they come to your home and help you in your daily routines. Seems like a great thing but, with the high demand we will be waiting a long time. The other thing we did was get him involved with the public school system. He is now enrolled in their IEP classes (Individual Education Program) . We also switched his regular preschool to a preschool willing to accommodate his needs.
I know this initial blog was full of useless information to any of you that continued to read thus far! I do apologize for that. My next blogs will contain more information about our findings and things we do to help our son. My goal in starting this blog topic is for moms or dads out there like me, that may suspect something is going on with your child and it feels like no one understands you! Always follow your heart and your gut feelings. Get different opinions and don’t let people judge you! Thank You for reading this and I hope maybe you may just gain one thing from it!
Stay tuned for actually interesting blogs!