Parenting is hard, y’all.
Today was one of those days when the end of the day sees me wanting to run down the block tearing my clothes off and screaming. Well, perhaps not the clothing part, but definitely the screaming. Or taking an endless shower where the hot water never runs out and I don’t get tired of standing there.
It was one of those days where it seemed like nothing got done, nobody was happy, and I kept trying to contact people that I needed to contact and I was completely out of luck.
We recently took my daughter to a speech evaluation because along with her (improving, thank jebus) sleep situation, is also not much of a talker. Well, it seems the speech therapist agrees with our concerns and she has officially been diagnosed with a speech delay. She was given a “good” prognosis, although I wondered to myself why it wasn’t “excellent.” Do they even give excellent ones anymore, or is that too optimistic for our lawsuit-happy society?
The fun times never end.
Has anyone else gone through a speech delay diagnosis? I am a bit out of my depth on this one, although the one thing I am great at is being an advocate for my children’s well being, so I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it soon enough. There was so much medical jargon in the evaluation that I’ve asked for clarification on some points. I’ve swanned my way through Dostoyevsky, but this report was too much for me.
I’ve not mentioned my daughter’s speech problems before on this blog because I was almost ashamed to admit that she had a problem. I’ve got a gifted son, but my daughter can’t speak? It sounds weird to me, and I’ve had a hard time wrapping my head around it. But I’ve come to realize that there is nothing for anyone to be ashamed of, that early intervention will be key to her future success, and the prognosis WILL be excellent, damnit.