God gave me this amazing gift in the form of a sweet boy. At one moment he is running around outside in bare feet and the next he is getting snacks for his Sissy and him. He is kind, caring and rambunctious but I wouldn’t change him for the world. Our A-man technically isn’t a rainbow baby because we didn’t lose a child but to me he his. My first birth experience was traumatic and at one point in my life I wondered if I would ever have another child. Looking back I know can see how my medical PTSD from that birth impacted our choice in having another child.
A-man is my rainbow in the storm.
In the past I have blogged about my struggles with A-man in A Typical Boy In An Atypical World and A-man’s Friend Anne. During our rehabilitation hospitalization with Lilly I mentioned all the work I do to keep the home running smooth and a team member commented, “Your a really good therapist. One of the things you need to do is get A-man diagnosed so you can balance things more.”
I actually thought it would be harder to do then it was. We went back to a psychiatrist he saw the previous year and during our conversation we talked about his aversion to baths, how he has meltdowns, his eating habits, and his issues with sound.
Going into this meeting I suspected A-man had a brain communication issue in either the form of ADHD or Sensory Processing Disorder, (SPD.) My Mommy Gut was leaning more toward SPD than anything.
During our meeting with the psychiatrist she diagnosed him with severe sensory processing disorder and severe separation anxiety. Her comment was that A-man is actually really well rounded for being severe BUT I have already a lot of therapies in play. If you take those strategies away from him things would get even more crazy fast. Especially with him getting to be school age this year.
The early intervention I have done his whole life paid off.
The best thing about the diagnoses is I no longer feel like I am losing my mind. When people comment that “I’m spoiling him by giving into his eating habits.” I can know say “He has sever SPD and it affects his appetite.” I was fine with my son’s development it was comments I’d get from the outside word that drove me batty.
When I took him into his first Occupational Therapy session the OT who we have known since Lilly was 9 months old asked me why am I there because he is really well developed for someone with severe SPD.
My response was, “I’ve run out of ideas and need some guidance.”
Momma’s it’s okay if you have run out of ideas because we all do and need guidance from time to time. Since becoming a mom brain communication issues have been in play and I barley remember a life with out it. For us the diagnoses hasn’t changed our love for A-man it’s just helped us be able to understand his quirks just a little bit better. Come back on Thursday for when I share what tools we use to help A-man self regulate.