something like that

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31170141947608599152012-02-16T18:53:53.769-08:00something like thatHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01355925530443774146noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117014194760859915.post-83225251958835358992007-02-24T19:05:00.000-08:002007-02-24T19:21:26.542-08:00Time stands still

The other day, I finally felt like Lizzie's OT was hearing me about her behavioral issues. I mentioned a concern about Asperger's and she was quick to point out that giftedness alone can explain some of her quirks. I'm not sure. She is nearing three. That really is too young to make a definitive AS diagnosis, but at the same time I feel like she needs something. Some way of helping her

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01355925530443774146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117014194760859915.post-20251715920539627762007-02-20T18:14:00.000-08:002007-02-20T18:36:42.237-08:00Figuring it all out

I hate not knowing more than I hate anything right now. That's where the worry is. I hate the awful responsibility of not knowing if I'm doing enough for my girls or if I'm making the right decisions.We see the neurologist for Cora soon and it's looking more and more likely that she will get some form of CP/hemiplegia diagnosis. Finally today it seemed like her PT saw what I have been seeing

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01355925530443774146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117014194760859915.post-35761387675066501492007-02-11T19:09:00.000-08:002007-02-11T19:09:00.080-08:00Sweet

And then there are good things, sweet moments, inchstones of progress... Cora is turning one and at her birthday party she did what most one year olds enjoy doing...smashed cake. She had no interest in licking the frosting, but she smeared my face with it when I asked for a bite. And then my brave husband let her feed him a fistful of cake. She tried two tiny bites off a fork. Earlier,

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01355925530443774146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117014194760859915.post-31901593100092068232007-02-11T18:57:00.000-08:002007-01-27T18:21:09.160-08:00Minimize this

I find myself becoming more and more angry, frustrated and fed up with Cora's therapists. She receives feeding therapy as well as physical therapy for her gross motor issues and has not yet been diagnosed. We see the neurologist this month and it's clear to me that she has a mild hemiplegia. Over the past few weeks, both of her therapists have tried to minimize my concerns in countless ways by

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01355925530443774146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117014194760859915.post-16322553015172963862007-01-27T15:39:00.000-08:002007-01-27T18:21:09.187-08:00It's a grieving thing

I know it is. I know that's what this is. This thing I can't quite shake. For most of the last week and a half since we got Lizzie's* diagnosis, almost anything makes me want to cry. It's not like I haven't known all along what her quirks and issues are with regards to her gross motor delays and behavioral issues. There is just something about getting her diagnosis (developmental

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