I have seriously slacked on updating this blog due to a number of life events that have occurred in our family. Everyone is healthy, thankfully, but real-life often complicates taking the time to sit down and write it out, so forgive my lateness in updating.
Little Bear is now about 18 months into his autism journey and he is progressing in stops and spurts. This is not a negative thing, mind you. Progress is progress. Little Bear simply internalizes his lessons and shocks the heck out of us all after a month of doing absolutely nothing.
For example, he just started saying “I want (noun)” clearly over the past month after intense pushing from his therapists. He no longer signs and does not require much prompting to do it, although he rarely says it spontaneously. That said, today we were having New Year’s Day dinner and his brother stood up to leave when he was finished with his dessert. Little Bear yelled, “BIG BEAR! EAT! Mama! Big bear! Eat!” He was tattling on his brother! Little bear was yelling at me to make his brother sit down and eat the rest of the food that was on his plate!
We have also come to realize that Little Bear adores music and being on stage. He first showed us this at a Halloween festival near our home. They had a stage set up and a DJ playing pop music. All the kids were on stage in their costumes dancing. When they came down in a conga line, I tried to get Big Bear to go in, but he refused. Little Bear, however, pushed himself into the line and followed the kids back on stage, where he danced away for a good 30 minutes, watching the other children and imitating their moves. When the police chief of the city came on stage and asked them to take a seat, he took a seat, just like all the other children. He repeated this love of dance at his school’s Christmas show. When the class finished singing the African Christmas Carol and Oh Dreidel, there was a pause and Little Bear looked around, started clapping and yelled, “YAY!” Giving the rest of the audience permission to cheer. We are thrilled to know that he enjoys the stage and we plan on signing him up for salsa lessons as soon as he’s old enough as well as theatre classes.
He also loves to imitate cartoon characters. His favorite movie is definitely Lego Batman. When Batman reveals himself in the beginning, he goes up to the screen and says, “NUTS? Come on! Nah-nah NUTS!” (“Nuts? Come on! Let’s go nuts!”) and then dances/sings to the rest of the song. The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh is another favorite, as well as the live action version of The Jungle Book.
His vocabulary is growing by leaps and bounds. He does three and four word combinations to try to explain what he’s observing. He’ll look out at the daytime sky and say, “Black. Moon. Night.” Trying to explain how it’s different from the daytime sky.
Empathy has begun to emerge. Yesterday his brother fell, scraping his foot and breaking his lego castle apart. He started bawling (mainly over the legos). Little Bear went over, pat him on the head and said, “Sana sana. Sana sana.” My heart melted into a warm pool of pride.
As for a few of the difficulties…
He still isn’t completely potty trained, but he urinates in the toilet whenever we take him in and has very few accidents. He has a lot of work to do with poop. He neither holds it in nor tells us. It’s been a few weeks since he’s pooped on the toilet at all.
We finally got an appointment with neurologist number 2 on our insurance list. We are extremely unhappy with his original neurologist and his lack of interest in even opening our son’s file before appointments. We wanted to switch to another doctor in the office, but they wouldn’t let us. It took a year of calls to get an appointment with the second office our insurance offers appointments with. My husband called on Thursday to confirm the time/date of his initial appointment. The secretary informed us that the doctor was retiring and letters had been sent (we didn’t get one, although a friend whose daughter goes there did that same day). They wanted to make us wait another three and a half months. Keep in mind… This was 10 months of calling just to make the appointment. Then another 3 months of waiting for the appointment to come. The appointment is less than 3 weeks away. And they canceled it. Livid is not the word. My husband put in a complaint to the supervisor. I put in a complaint to the insurance company. Within 24 hours they were miraculously able to move us to another doctor who has an opening on the 10th. Hopefully his old neurologist can get his paperwork there in time.
And this is where we are right now. We’re on winter break from school. We’re very happy with Little Bear’s progress and the future is not nearly as uncertain and terrifying as it was a year ago at this time. All of Little Bear’s therapists seem confident that he will be one of the lucky children who grows up to be high functioning and have an independent life where autism doesn’t hinder his ability to function in society.