Today began as every other day does. Sort of anyway. Lion has decided the past two nights to wake up somewhere between 2 and 4 am and talk to the ceiling. And talking for him means a whole lot of noise. Since our family of 4 shares a room until next week, I had to act fast. He was being so loud that I knew for sure that sister Bear was soon to wake up. So, I quickly swiped him out of the bed and headed for the living room to the swing.
I tenderly placed the big boy in the swing and turned it on. To Lion’s delight, the mobile began, and since it was dark in the room, he could really see all the colors. He ohhhed and ahhhed at the spinning sea creatures and the changing colors. I stumbled into the room to grab my pillow and steal the extra blanket that Daddy Head was using. I retreated to the couch to sleep for the next 4 hours. All the while I just smiled at the thought of my little boy sleeping away.
When I woke up this morning, the memories of the night were kind of foggy. How did I get on the couch again? Oh yeah, Lion was talking. As I stared at him in his swing, I couldnt help but wonder if I had lost my mind. I mean, seriously, did he really do that? Did my little boy, whom I was told would have developmental delays of all kinds because of his diagnosis of Down Syndrome really keep me awake for 30 min talking to the ceiling?
Being a mom of special needs kids never ceases to amaze me. My children are way more capable than I ever really imagined them to be. Lion communicates very well for a 4 month old, and is pretty much on track in every area. When I took him in for his well check last Thursday, the “little” boy that I was told would be small because of his diagnosis, weighed a whooping 17 lbs 8oz and was 25 in long! And when I mentioned him not rolling over, my ped dr told me that they dont even worry about that until the babies are 6 months old! Way to calm my anxious heart.
Dont get me wrong. I want to set my son up to win to the best of my ability. I have enrolled him in early intervention and we have already scheduled his first therapy session. On the flip side, I wouldnt be much of a mom if I was happy that he was doing so well. I am overjoyed that he is progressing like he is.
I am one blessed woman to have the family that I do. I honestly wouldnt trade them for anything.