We would mention it every now and then. It seemed a little strange to us that our son could make so much progress in some things, but not make as much in another. We told ourselves that in time, he’d come around. Secretly, I knew that something was a little off.
During his 15 month appointment, the pediatrician performed her exam. She seemed pleased with the progress he was making. Then, it came. I had to admit that he wasn’t really speaking. No simple words or sounds that resembled words. Lots of gestures. Lots of screams and yells to get our attention. But, no words.
I held in my fear, hoping that she would assure me that in time things would get better. Of course they would. He’s so young and it’s so early. I would keep reading and playing with him. But then, there it was. Fears confirmed.
“Your son should be saying some words by now. He should be using the same sounds to show what he’s trying to say. I believe he may have what they call expressive language delay.”
Although I knew it deep inside, the confirmation stung. Could we have done better? Where did we go wrong ? It didn’t matter, I reassured myself. We will do what what’s necessary.
However, as quick as that confidence came, it did not last. The doctor pulled out a pad of paper.
“I’m referring you to a special program. They will evaluate him at home and advise what you can do at home, or if he needs further therapy.”
She tore the paper from the pad and carefully placed it in my hand. The paper burned through me. I felt heaviness in my chest and my tears welling up in my eyes. A familiar sense of fear and anxiety came rushing through. I failed him. My old Postpartum anxiety seemed to resurface.
By the time I made it to the car, the emotions had taken over. I could not handle this news. I was scared that there was something wrong. I feared that I somehow, I didn’t do enough. Worse, I was afraid that I would not be able to save the situation.
I was so distraught, that I never made it back to work that day. It was a Friday. I cried off and on during the weekend and could not leave my son. I had to make an impromptu therapy appointment to work through my feelings.
It took some time, but I finally left a message for the program. I’m waiting for a call back to schedule the evaluation. In the interim, I have spent everyday trying to engage my son more; singing, dancing, repeating words while we play, and more reading. Once, I thought he said “mama”, and later, “up”. I haven’t heard him repeat it since.
I’m not giving up. I’m not going to let emotions take over this situation. It’s not too late, and there’s so much we can do. I know quite a few boys who were “late talkers”, and they are doing quite well. I have to remind myself that even with this early intervention, my son is thriving and smart. He responds well to our questions and playtime. He is able to gesture to us when he wants something. He’s gotten better at his local play gym. He’s learned to operate doors on his own. He’s made amazing strides and maybe, just maybe he needs a little more time to learn how to express himself. No matter what, it will never affect our bond or what we do to foster his growth.
14 thoughts on “The Non-Verbal Impact”
Pingback: Checking Boxes | This Mommy is Real
I loved reading your post! My little one was a very late talker so I can complete relate. You have a beautiful blog sweet mama!!
As a mom, it hurts me you and your baby going through this but through trials in life is when you get to know your strength. Lean on God and have faith and everything will be ok. Just believe;)
Don’t give up. Love your baby and know that things will be okay – maybe not the perfect you had imagined. You sound like you are doing the best you can. Good job, momma.
You’ve got this, mama! You’re clearly a strong and awesome mom. You haven’t failed him—you’re helping him! You’re getting help, and that’s the best you can do. Keep up the good work, mama!
As I read this, I could feel your emotions through your words. But you’ve got this, mom! Stay strong! Big hugs!
Thank you for sharing something so personal and real. I’m looking in to early intervention for my youngest as recommended by the pediatrician in hopes to prevent the childhood anxiety (selective mutism) that his older siblings have. I hope and pray for the best for your boy but from the words you have written, I can tell that your little one is going to be just fine with you as his mommy.
Thanks so much for your vulnerability in sharing your story. Kudos to you for making the call for an evaluation, in the midst of your concerns and apprehension. Early intervention is so important. You are definitely on the right track. ~From an Autism mom and speech pathologist 😊💙
All the positive energy in the world to you Momma. You’ve got this. ❤
Aww biggest of hugs mama! My daughter has a speech delay, and I relived every moment through your words. Feel all the feelings mama, and allow yourself grace. Knowledge is power though, and once we had some answers, and guidance for my daughter…it relieved so many of my fears. You go this mama!
We had to put our daughter in a special program when she was young too. It helped so much and now she is great and excelling at age nine! Hang in there mama. Big hugs to you!
I cried reading this post. I couldn’t help but feel empathy with you.
It’s amazing how our children inspire us. Best of luck and many blessings! You got this mamma! ❤️
Some children just need for time! Everything will be ok! Hang in there mama!
My daughter had two years of speech therapy, along with physical and occupational therapies. She’s going to be 10 in a week. It’s hard to get through your child not being able to communicate, but he will learn. Hang in there *hugs*