Have you ever had a head cold and been so congested that not only was it difficult to breathe, but your hearing was muffled as if you were encased in cotton or submerged in water? That’s what it feels like with all these thoughts taking up residence in my head. Time for spring cleaning, or eviction, if you’re still hanging with my metaphor.
1. We saw one of four possible programs for John & Sam when they turn three.
2. We finally did all the bloodwork recommended by the developmental pediatrician. Everything came back normal except one, indicating mitochondrial dysfunction. (“treatable with supplements and vitamins” this from one of the more well-known autism research hubs in the country; still no word on the MRI abnormality)
3. We took a walk in the neighborhood and came upon a friend and a gaggle of NT children who stared at John.
4. What it’s like, especially lately, to have two boys at different ends of the spectrum.
5. John’s budding artistry. Sam’s lovely speech.
And on top of all that, so many other bloggers have been writing about things I’ve been feeling, pondering, worrying about and I’d love to talk about that too…but I can’t tonight. Deadline met, 1:30 a.m. Going to bed.