On Friday Celia and David saw the Pediatric Developmental Specialist in Lubbock for the last time. When the nurse, Jesus (Hay-Zeus), called our name to go back, Celia was in the bathroom. David and Daniel rushed to Jesus and I walked toward the door and told him we were waiting on her. The door closed. I could hear Jesus tell them that we had to wait for mom. But I couldn’t see what was happening.
Celia emerged and we joined Jesus and the boys. Henry was buckled into his stroller, so he was no problem at all. Jesus immediately said that when he told them they were waiting on me, David stopped and waited. He said he was impressed at how well David is doing. I was beaming with pride.
After weighing and measuring the kids, we were taken back to an examination room. Luckily we didn’t wait too long.
The doctor came in and began with David. Celia stood right next to me, and couldn’t stop trying to interject information about her own life. I tried listening to her in hopes that she would calm down, but to no avail. Finally I said to her that the doctor was focusing on David right now and she would have her chance soon. The noise in the room from the three boys was deafening. I’m amazed the doctor and I could talk at all! But we did.
She asked how school was going for David. I said we’ve taken a time out because of the move. But he has a great interest in learning to read, and in all areas he’s progressing. He’s been coloring and writing more. His speech is improving. He knows the phonics sounds to most of the letters. He is recognizing bigger, smaller, same, and different. And he’s answering questions better. Then the doctor asked where David is receiving therapy. I answered that I’ve been doing it all myself. (Services in this area aren’t worth the battle with the insurance company!) But all in all, the Risperdal and Strattera seem to be doing well with David’s ASD.
Finally time for Celia. She asked about school. I said she finished the year well and is excited about homeschooling. But we’ve taken time off because of the move. The doctor asked if there were any academic concerns. I said no. Celia makes very good grades. And I told her that her first grade teacher never told me until I asked her, but her attention improved at the end of the year, and Celia left her seat less often. (I had no idea she was having a hard time staying seated!!!) So, the Strattera is helping Celia.
During the entire visit, in the background, David and Daniel both wanted the Larry Boy stuffed toy. I ended up having to set the timer on my phone for 5 minutes and make them trade. The arguing and fighting ended. As soon as the timer beeped (which was really annoying in the small room) you would hear, “Here you go…” and then Larry Boy would trade hands. No head locks. No scratching. No punching. Just sharing.
The doctor seemed very pleased with what she saw and heard from Celia and David. I was very happy myself.