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-Rex went in for his 2 year check-up.  We're a few months behind for several reasons.  For one, he was in just a week before he turned 2 for a suspected ear infection.  For another, this appointment has been re-scheduled twice for various reasons, including, but not limited to, me being at a birth until 3 AM the day before his appointment.  I answered the MCHAT questionnaire and 3 things were answered, "No, my child doesn't, or rarely does this."  Apparently, not making and holding eye contact for at least 2-3 seconds or more, and not imitating faces when you sit in front of them and act like a goon are two signs of autism spectrum disorder.  T-Rex is now being referred to Early Intervention which we'll probably hear from in a month or less, as well as a Neuro-Development Specialist which will probably take 4-6 months to get an appointment with.

  • No one that knows T-Rex thinks the child could possibly be anywhere on the spectrum.  He doesn't play alongside other children, but engages in imaginative play with them.  He makes up songs.  He doesn't stim or rock or moan.  He is very loquacious.  He just turned 2 in July and he says things like, "This traffic is ridiculous, Mommy!" and "Ow!  I hurt myself on that!"  He can put puzzles together rapidly, sometimes even more quickly than his almost-four-year-old brother.  He knows some of his colors.  He can count to 12.  He sings his ABC's.  Of the two children to worry about, I have never batted an eye over his development and while there are plenty of things "worse" than autism, I am devastated.
  • Dropped the boys off at the sitter after the appointment and cried about a million times on the way back to the doctor's office for my own appointment.
  • Explained to my midwife that I have been having a recurrent nightmare that our baby died at 6 weeks, and she happily checked for a heartbeat first.  Sure enough, it sounds like a little drum solo in there, which is not expected at 10 weeks.  Dopplers tend to have trouble picking up an audible fetal heart tone at 10 weeks, and my wonderful midwife just smiled and said, "See?  Your baby wants you to know it's okay."
  • Had massive quantities of blood taken.  Did really well; had wonderful phlebotomist and made sure to tell her so.  There were two sticks, but in her defense, my vein collapsed on her, so it wasn't anything she did wrong.  I ended up with a tube in the vein which, if you've never had it, I don't recommend it.  I just have so much scar tissue from failed attempts and my vein walls are so flimsy that IV's and blood draws are a nightmare.  I've made corpsmen cry because they felt so bad for me.  So no, I'm not just a big wuss.  I'm hoping that tissue integrity is another thing that being gluten-free will steadily improve.  While I typically don't cry over IV's and blood draws any more, my arm still hurts for a few days and the whole process is anything but pleasant.
  • Came home and put the crib together.  It's gorgeous, though now that I thought I bought.  The one I was looking at on Target.com was a 5-in-1 that converted to a full size bed (headboard) later on.  The Amazon.com window I had open was the same visual design and same name (the "Hampton") but was only the 3-in-1: crib, toddler bed, day bed.  It was still a good deal at $80.00 cheaper than the 5-in-1 and had free shipping, which the other was an additional $75.00 to ship (not sold in any stores, of course), so whatever.  It made me feel good to have something in the baby's room besides some diapers.
  • After that, cleaned up a bit.  Had some doulas over for fondue.  It was a very nice ending to a not-so-very-nice day.
  • WHEW! 
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