Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
We took advantage of the nice weather and Jim put Bennett's bike together. You can see that he's much more excited about that.
And finally, a couple pictures of Murphy. First of all sleeping on our couch - just one of the many places I DON'T want him. And next, a picture of how NOT to house break your puppy. That Jim and his crazy ideas!!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
So, we don’t know why he can’t speak. What’s extra frustrating is that he has said some words – words like – mama, dada, ranma, ranpa, mummu, poppa, bath, bum, snow, more. He will say them a few times and then stop and we might not hear them again for months. In spite of the lack of spoken words, he continues to develop his language skills. In fact he has always tested as age appropriate when it comes to receptive language. This is a good thing and on most days it’s the only thing I’m hanging on to.
Recently Bennett was assessed for a communication book and device. He received both on Thursday. Now, we have to learn how to use them. I was worried that the book and device would be too much but all of his therapists agree that he is ready and capable. He is the youngest child from our Children’s Treatment Centre to be given a communication device. Despite the fact, that I wish we didn’t have this machine in our house, I’m looking at it as a good sign.
People often say to me that he will talk one day and that when he starts, he won’t stop and I’ll wish for those quiet times again. I know they’re trying to be kind but as any mother of a non-verbal child knows, the desire to hear your child’s voice is so strong that you can’t even begin to describe it. The fear that he will never speak literally takes my breath away. I haven’t given up - I hope I never will. I know that he’s only two and still has lots of time. I have heard many stories of late talkers and they do give me hope. Although I know that just because something happens for someone else doesn’t mean it will happen for me. But, oh, how I hope it does….
Friday, April 10, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Although I am returning to my job, it will be very different. As a result of my physical limitations I will never be able to do the job I loved in the same way. I will have some different duties and a schedule with progressive work hours and a shorter work day. To be honest, I don't know what to expect and fortunately my employer knows this and is willing to try anyway. I have no doubt that as excited as I am to return to work I also expect tomorrow to be a difficult day in many ways. After all the last time I sat in that office in an offical capacity, I was a physically fit, completely able-bodied person who had no idea what was going to happen next. For the first time I will drive by the scene of the car accident by myself.
Despite all that, I'm anxious to work outside of the home again. To prove to myself that I am still capable of supporting my family financially if required. To enjoy the comraderie that happens in a workplace. To sink my teeth into something else other than my injuries and cerebral palsy.
Wish me luck please?