I think I've mentioned on here that I switched pediatricians. I never had a problem with their previous doctor, I just found a better one. I didn't know how much of a better one until our first appointment on the 1st.
This doctor has a son that is autistic and holds behavioral clinics for the kids he sees that fall on the spectrum. This first appointment was Caleb's 4 yr. old physical. He's the picture of health. His herniated belly button is fully closed, he's 47 lbs. (oh my!) and 43 inches.
We talked a lot about Caleb's behavioral issues (still a major deal--but I think I'm starting to get a better handle on things) and how preschool has helped him develop some really great communication skills (he can form some basic sentences on his own now and is really good at letting us know what he wants). I'm still concerned with how he acts with just me. The doctor suggested that I'm going to have to get my house super organized with a good schedule and a strategy for handling changes in that schedule (which are inevitable).
This is the part where he makes me cry. He looked right at me and said, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you need therapy.". I teared up and told him he was right. I do. It was like a huge relief for him to say that. It kind of validated what I've been thinking and gave me some extra support when I asked Carl if it was okay if I found a therapist. I have an appointment with my own doctor in a week and I'll ask for a referral then. I'm sure after my week of single parenting next week I'll be totally ready. I'd like a massage, too, but I have a feeling I'm not going to get one of those unless I win Total Body Makeover (starts MONDAY!).
I wrote this post with the intent of using it on Saturday but both of the kids are asleep (OH HAPPY DAY!) so I figure I can put it up now and if I don't get around to posting tomorrw, it'll be okay.