Today was Muffins four year well check up. I was ready. I had a file folder an inch think with evaluations and research all about Muffin.
He was in rare form, even for him. Puck pushed the button in the elevator before he could get to it. This, as usually resulted in a serious meltdown. It took about 5 minutes to recover...Then they called us back. He wouldn't stand against the wall for them to measure his height. He wouldn't stand on the scale to get his weight. I had to hold him and then get weighed alone so they could figure out his weight. I had to hold him down on the table on one of those measuring tapes they use for babies. It took all my strength and the doctors to hold him down.
Puck was there and wouldn't listen to me....sigh.
The doctor listened to all of my concerns and was able to witness first hand the behavior I am most concerned about. She felt the observations of the teacher and myself were in line with PDD-NOS. She cannot diagnose such a disorder. Pediatricians are there to cure infectious diseases.
She has referred us to a neurologist and then to the developmental specialists at Children's Hospital...
She took copies of all my evals and gave the boys lollipops, even though they were crazy.
By the time we reached the elevator I was tired and deflated and not looking forward to another round of doctor and therapy appointments. A woman walked up and dropped a handful of pamphlets and brochures...my eyes went to the pile on the floor and read the words "Breast Cancer"...
In that moment I stopped feeling sorry for myself and for Muffin. We are alive, we are healthy. I can only imagine this woman received the worst news of her life just minutes before we met by the elevator.
Perspective is powerful.