It all started out as a cold. Timmy caught it first...gave it to me...I gave it to Drew...and he in turn, gave it to Levi. That was our February...a month of sickness. My poor kids were sick for weeks; fevers, puking, just miserable little balls of snot. We finally decided enough was enough and took the little guys to the doctors. Our normal pediatrician was busy that day, but they got us in with a some lady. She comes in smacking her gum and slouching over the examine table. She notices immediately that Levi doesn't talk and asks us how many words he had. She then picks apart Timmy's behavior; his darting eyes, not focusing or wanting to make eye-contact, not speaking in full sentences. Thirty minutes later, after going in hoping to get our kids some antibiotics to help with their colds, we instead had an extensive list of to-do's and an over-whelming, gut-wrenching feeling that we had failed our children and were pretty much scum of parents.
To-Do
- get both boys hearing tested
- get Levi a speech evaluation at St. Lukes
- once he qualifies (which "he will because he's a year behind") get him into speech therapy
- get Timmy a speech evaluation with the school district
- ("if he qualifies, which I think he will") get him into speech therapy
- get both boys evaluated to see if they are autistic ("because I'm quite concerned, and I would if they
were my children")
Yup. Felt pretty lousy and very judged after that. We have since gotten everything on that list done and the eval for autism is next week. I feel confident that the boys aren't autistic, and if they are, it's a very mild spectrum that they're going to land on. *sigh* Overwhelmed.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before, but our neighborhood is a little on the sketchy side, you know...drugs...guns...shady people...shady, drugged up people with guns. Anyways, we've decided that it's just not cohesive with our children's safety. I bought this house at the height of the market, and then the recession hit, and it has never fully recovered...so I'm very unlikely to sell this house for what I bought it for. We never intended to stay here this long, or have kids here...but we stuck it out, hoping for the best, but we can't suck it up anymore. I'm completely stressed out over this whole process of buying a new home and selling our house. I love this house...and I'm completely heart-broken that we need to abandon such a instrumental place in our lives. We've raised two babies here...we've grown up here...it's been home. We are looking at places closer to my parents, my kids adore them, so I want to build on that relationship. We're looking at a HUD house right now...and I'm trying not to get my hopes up because more often than not, I end up getting let down...but I'm excited...anxious...and scared. Overwhelmed.
I got a call on Easter, 3 days ago...from Visa. Apparently my debit card has been compromised and I was making outrageous purchases at JCPennies in Texas. Now I get to file paperwork to dispute the purchases as fraudulent. *sigh* Overwhelmed.
Thailand is coming up in less than a month, which coincides with Drew's knee surgery. We need to get the boys their shots for all that, which we're getting the runaround on. That's just a whole other world of stress...and will we or won't we move before the surgery/trip?? Should we start packing to move? Or just for the trip? Overwhelmed.
It's all up in the air...so many balls, juggling in the air...I am not used to that at all, especially to this extent. I love having everything planned and drawn out...ducks in a row! Drew's been amazing through all of this, and totally holding up more than his half...I, on the other hand, am kind of a mess. I just want to ball up and cry. Well...here we are, you're all caught up.
