Avery's Curvy Road

This past week we got to celebrate Thanksgiving with our families. It was a great day filled with delicious food, laughter, and most importantly, love. On this day, I always make a mental list of all that I am thankful for, and throughout the years, I have also learned to be thankful for not only the good but also the not so good things in life.  Thanksgiving 2017 These past few weeks have had their ups and downs, for sure. There were days where I blamed myself for Avery's delays and scoliosis, and felt as though I was failing him. I had to unsubscribe from email updates on my child's development, because he is not even close to where he should be, and the emails were a constant reminder of that. There have been days filled with jealousy as I watch friends and family post updates about all of the milestones that their (much younger) babies are meeting, while my child is still at the level of a 6 month old in some areas. Although I am happy for them, it also breaks my hea

“Red flag” is one of those phrases that makes me cringe when I hear it. It doesn’t always mean something bad, but it usually does mean something, and it always has a way of driving me mad until I get some answers. During Avery’s recent early intervention appointment, I lost count of how many times the therapist used those words after I had to fill out a questionnaire about his behavior. Any final score on this assessment above 65, I was told, is a cause for concern. Avery’s score was well over 100. Of course, before we get any kind of official diagnosis, he will need to go through another round of evaluations and assessments. I haven’t quite sorted out my feelings with all of this new information, yet. He’s my little man and I love him no matter what, and I guess we will just deal with it when we get there. There is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do for him. George and I have been trying our best not to overthink things, or over analyze, but of course the thought is still there