You know, when your baby grows up a bit and becomes a toddler but he still feels like a baby to you? And then a few more months go by and you just can't pretend to yourself that your toddler is a baby anymore? And then a few more months go by and you really start wanting another baby around? Or maybe that only happens to me :)
Yeah, I've got the I wanna nother baby itch...
Maybe it would be a really great thing if UBC's School of Midwifery didn't take students this fall, but waited til next year? And chose me then??
That would give me some time. And you all know that Brent just has to sneeze in my direction and voila! There's a baby in my belly, right? Sorry, to all you who have more trouble than that. :(
Not that I'm pregnant now, don't get your fannies in a knot quite yet.
In not so great news, my mom recommended that I ask Matthew's speech therapist about the fact that Riley isn't talking yet. So to appease her I did, and I honestly thought that she would raise one eyebrow and say, "Say whaaaat? He's normal. Don't be ridiculous!" Well, she didn't. She said, "I was wondering if you were going to ask me about that one of these days." And then she said, "Call public health and get him on the waitlist for speech therapy NOW. Go home and do it TODAY."
Ack. Doesn't anyone grow up and learn to talk NORMAL these days? Ayden's in speech therapy for his lispy "S" with the school speech pathologist, Matthew is in intensive therapy for a bajillion pathologies and a stutter with the school pathologist AND a private pathologist at $100/hour, and now RILEY isn't talking?!???!!!!
Apparantly Riley's vocabulary of four words just doesn't cut it at 21 months. He's supposed to have 2 to 3 word sentences by now. Instead, he grunts and points and gestures and dimples at everyone from behind my right leg.
My brother was a sweet and normal baby and toddler who never talked but instead grunted and pointed until he was 2, waited 2 years for speech therapy, fell behind in school, repeated grade one, was diagnosed with some learning disabilities and spent his entire childhood feeling stupid. So there's that to worry about. I mean, my brother is a successful and well adjusted businessman with a fiancee and a great personality, so I would never worry my kid would 'turn out' like him--rather, I would worry that my kid would have to suffer like my brother did in school. How fair is it for a kid to grow up feeling dumb? Everyone has their own brand of smart.
So I started to cry. And I drove to public health today and filled out the forms to put him on the 2 year waitlist.
Talk, baby. TALK!
Matthew's speech therapist (the expensive, private one who pointed me in the direction of "there's a problem") said she would evaluate him for me for free, and gave me a toddler packet. The free session is SO great, SOSOSOSOSO great--wonderfully generous. But the packet was frustrating, because everything in there is stuff we already do! Read to him, sing to him, talk to him about what we are doing as we are doing it, nursery rhymes, this-little-piggy-went-to-market, give him opportunity to speak/communicate, talk to him about things he is interested in, model proper pronounciation, etc, etc.