My Son

Hello. I am new at this blogging stuff, but I figure there's gotta be someone else out there in my shoes. I actually am a pretty optimistic person, but about a year ago my son got a diagnosis of PDD NOS right before his 3rd birthday.

At first, I was shocked, then denial set in, and then blame of course because that's what we mothers love to do....blame ourselves and try to figure out where in the world did I go wrong.

I have an older son who is perfectly normal. Don't get me wrong. My younger one with PDD NOS met all his milestones on time. In fact, he walked slightly earlier than my older son.....but we noticed something was a bit off when he was 18 months old. He had attention deficit and couldn't sit in one place for a minute. He mouthed everything and still does! He's about to turn 4 in November, and has yet to form or articulate one word well enough for someone to understand. He still doesn't play with other kids too much except maybe his brother if there's a ball involved. Saddest of all, he doesn't even know what a birthday is and has no idea about blowing out candles....we have tried, but he is not interested.

My husband and I are slowly trying to understand this condition. We started him in Speech Therapy when he turned 2, and now he receives speech and occupational. We also placed him in a special program the public school system provides for such kids with speech delays.

I pray everyday to God to provide us with any guidance to help my son....any stones I may have left unturned....
currently, he is able to label some parts of his body (i.e. head, tummy, etc.), sign for more and please, calls cookie "kee", say ba ba, give a flying kiss as well as kiss on the cheek, and recognizes his mommy, daddy, brother, grandpa, and grandma.

We started 2 years ago and this is how far we have come with him....I feel at times I give it my all only to receive an inch in return.

I know God only gives you what you can handle, but there are days where I cry for him although he is living in bliss all through this.

Patience is a virtue and I am truly learning the hard way! I pray to all of you who are in my shoes or maybe worse....but I am grateful that my son is still healthy and happy as he can be.

Later.....