Not only did I fail to post I failed to take pictures for the most part.
Oh well, my intentions were good.
Thursday night
Dinner at 8pm
Fried rice and banana
Followed closely by a night of restless molar growing sleep.
We visited with the lovely speech path that originally diagnosed little Manh's swallowing delay/aspiration/oral aversion. I needed the aspiration situation rechecked because symptoms were very subtle but very much there...and expressive language, not so subtle and not so there. I made the choice to participate in a two-tiered Canadian system of early developmental support by paying for this full assessment rather than waiting until May for intake meetings and perhaps another 6 months or more for action. So off we went. 3 days after we called looking for available appointments.
Short version...
still very much aspirating. Must thicken everything again.
a suspicion that palate differences exist and a referral to Sick Kids to a clinic with a really long name that when goggled sends me into a tailspin, causes an upset stomach and is now being ignored until it happens. 3 to 5 months away.
a referral for hearing testing at a local clinic...it will be covered by the ontario health plan and will occur in the next two weeks, not in May. And questions about why 2 weeks exists one place where just down the road the same test is 4 1/2 months away.
identified moderate language delay in expressive language. A great resource book called "It takes 2 to Talk" and a follow up appointment mid March at which time the decision to schedule regular language therapy sessions at 60 bucks per half hour will be further considered.
normal receptive language assessment results. If you've met Ben this was obvious I'm sure.
Okay, not so short.
Friday night sucked. Dude is growing molars that just DO.NOT.WANT.TO.ENTER.HIS.MOUTH.PEACEFULLY.
Sleep was fitful at best.
Come morning there was blood on the dudes pillow and this lower gum looked like ground beef.
Poor, poor boo.
And the slobber. Oh my lord the slobber. Pouring from his sore little mouth.
We ended up canceling a long anticipated lunch date with fellow adoptees because it happened at nap time and we BOTH needed a nap with a previously unknown desperation. I gave the lovely salad , made to feed 12 or more people, to the family next door with two teen boys.
Then down to the city to meet Auntie Wendy, Jude and Susan for dinner. And we ate out at the Best Toronto VN restaurant I've ever visited. Called "Hanoi". Yum. Ben could not get enough. They claim to be the only Toronto area restaurant specializing in only Northern VN food. Sooooooo good.
The server, from Hanoi (the city AND the restaurant), asked what we wanted and we couldn't choose so he suggested that he choose a menu for us, a few appetizers, a few mains, perhaps a dessert.
Yum, Yum and Yum. We will go back. And I will take a booster with an eating tray because the highchairs exist appearently but were under a pile of stuff in hibernation. Perhaps I may have managed pictures of the food if the wee one hadn't been in my lap. 67 bucks for 4 adults and a baby and we couldn't finish everything we were given.
And today...we celebrated this wee one.
She received this sweet hat as a gift...hee, hee...
Life is going to get in the way again.
and again.
and again.
But I will try.
1 comment:
Hey Bev, I had to take the same language program for Andrew because he wouldn't speak at the age of two. It wasn't that bad, actually.
We need to get together so I can get some stuff from Kimley's to you.
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