Coming Home
June 18, 2005
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June 30,
2005
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August 6,
2005
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August 15,
2005
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September
1, 2005
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September
15, 2005
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October 3,
2005
| October 16,
2005
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November 1,
2005
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December 1,
2005
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January
6, 2006
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January
14, 2006 |
February
18, 2006
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March
16, 2006 |
April
19, 2006 |
June 22, 2006
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July
30, 2006 |
October
11, 2006 |
December
26, 2006 |
March 17,
2007 |
May 27,
2007 |
December
24, 2007
Saturday,
March 17, 2007
This is a difficult
update to start, so much has transpired since our last entry!
I’ll start with the biggie, the out-of-the-blue, the nightmare-ish
experience that occurred in February. I hesitated sharing this
with anyone other than close friends and family, but decided
that there may be other families who are going through or will
be going through a similar experience. And I firmly believe that
God allows us to experience painful and difficult times in order
to be a source of support and love for others who are
experiencing similar hardships.
That said; let me begin at the beginning! In February we had a
long-awaited appointment with a very well respected
Developmental Therapist. I was anxious for this appointment
because I felt like she would be able to pinpoint Isabelle’s
deficits and help us ensure we were getting her the proper
therapies. The appointment took over two hours and I was
thrilled that Isabelle played happily the entire time, no
meltdowns in front of the doctor! When the testing was
completed, we all sat down and, across a mini table strewn with
cubes and puzzles, the doctor told me that Isabelle has Autism.
To say I was unprepared to hear this diagnosis would be a huge
understatement. The tears fell and, I was so filled with emotion
I didn’t even know what to say. In all our time spent with
therapists, in the Early Intervention program, no one had ever
used this term when speaking about Isabelle. So I didn’t even
have any intelligent questions to ask! Chris had just left days
before so I was there alone and feeling completely lost. We left
the appointment and I am not sure how I drove home. After
several days in a haze, and some serious time spent researching
Autism, I began to believe that our girl was not autistic. She
does have some of the characteristics of an autistic child, but
many of the things she does could be attributed to her speech
delays, sensory issues and/or attachment issues. So I became
determined to find other professionals who would evaluate her
fairly and without bias. We met with a child psychologist who
evaluated Isabelle at length, watching her interact with me and
play alone. I explained to her that Isabelle had been diagnosed
as autistic and asked her what her honest opinion was. She told
me, without hesitation, that she did not believe Isabelle was
autistic. She did note the areas she has deficits: speech,
interpersonal relationships and self-regulation. She said that
she would not diagnose a child Isabelle’s age until AFTER all
the appropriate therapies had been attempted and were found
unsuccessful. And she felt like Isabelle would respond
beautifully if we were to intervene now and with several
recommended therapies. I cannot express the hope I was filled
with after this meeting. For weeks I had been mourning the loss
of the Isabelle I had known and loved, mourning the loss of the
life I had imagined she would enjoy. But now I had hope that
Isabelle might be able to do all those things and anything else
she chose to pursue.
Since then, Isabelle has been evaluated by the local school
district for the special needs pre-school. There we received a
very similar diagnosis to the psychologist’s, that Isabelle was
not autistic, in fact, she was just showing very typical
behavior for a child who was delayed emotionally and verbally.
During the testing, she was asked what was in a picture. The
psychologist wanted her to say “baby” or “mama” any kind of
terminology to show she knew what was being shown to her. The
figure was of a stick person who was missing one arm, one leg
and one eye. When Isabelle saw the picture, instead of saying
anything, she drew in the missing leg and arm! We all sat there
amazed…none of the specialists had ever seen a child her age do
that! It was such a sweet mercy from God that we were all there
to witness her ability to do something so beyond her age, for
which I was and still am incredibly grateful. We have since
begun occupational therapy with gusto, seeing a new OT who
specializes in sensory issues. We are continuing her speech
therapy two times a week and her speech therapist (who treats
many autistic children) agrees that an autism diagnosis just
doesn’t fit Isabelle.
I have begun to try to parent Isabelle differently, insisting
that she use her words to tell us how she is feeling or what she
is wanting. I am also trying to engage Isabelle in more
one-on-one play, trying to follow her lead in whatever she is
interested. In a short time we have seen a good bit of
improvement! In the last few weeks she has said her first
two-word sentences, her first being “Mama, all gone!” to the
speech therapist after I left them for her session. Then, the
other day she said “Baby, shoes!” when she wanted me to put her
shoes on her baby doll. Of course, I happily complied Today we
were going on a walk, something we’ve just started doing since
the weather has gotten so beautiful here in the South. Isabelle
loves to walk our dog, Velvet and when I was putting on Velvet’s
leash Isabelle said “Walk Velvet!” It is so awesome to witness
her putting it all together in her mind…when she puts her wants
and desires into words, she can actually (most of the time) get
what she wants! |
Enjoying chocolate chip cookies
Isabelle LOVES bathtime!
Saying goodbye to Daddy
Playtime at the park
"Baby, shoes!"
"Walk Velvet!"
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We will continue with her OT and
speech therapy over the summer and she will start in the special
needs preschool in the fall. Our school system has an excellent
program and she will be in a class with at least 2 teachers and
no more than 8 students. As much as I don’t like to start my
children in school before they are pre-K age, Chris and I feel
strongly that Isabelle needs this time in a school setting to
give her the opportunity to catch up to her peers. Thankfully,
Isabelle will be attending the same school as her big brothers,
Asher and Dalton! When I told Asher that Isabelle would be going
to his school in the fall he excitedly asked, “Can I walk her to
her class?” With her brothers looking out for her, I know she
will be in good hands
I pray that the next update we write for Isabelle will be filled
with many new words and accomplishments to her credit. But the
reality is that her future is still largely unknown. We will do
everything we can to get her the therapies she needs and to be
the best parents we can be. We also know that her future lies in
His hands, the One who purposefully placed her into our family
almost two years ago. And we will rely on Him to watch over and
protect her as He has from the beginning. |
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