I will be honest week 9 went by so fast I couldn’t tell you what happened. We were going to therapy and everything was normal and then we moved. Although the move was only a few sois over it still took a few days to prep and the entire weekend to unpack and organize. Killi during this move was a real trooper. To be honest, I thought he handled it quite well. The first night we were in our new place, he went to bed at 6pm and didn’t wake up until 6am. It was awesome. My biggest concern with this move was how it would effect his development, I was seriously worried that this would have set him back but it didn’t.
My family moved to South Carolina when I was four years old. As long as I can remember and could read, we had a sign hanging over the door that I would read to myself everyday that says “If mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.” The sign is still there and it makes me smile every time I leave the house. As I think about it now, I have to laugh because how it should read is “If toddler ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!”
Killi is still progressing in his therapy and is trying to talk more with his babbling. He is becoming increasingly more social, which is the foundation of trying to get him to talk to us. Being more social will lead to imitation, his desire to imitate will lead to Killi trying to imitate our speech!
“Say wha!?!?” That’s what I feel like most days trying to decipher what my son is trying to say but this week we have seen a noticeable difference in my sons communication skills. I would say around the first week of therapy Killi would sometimes say “dadadadada” that was about it and it was few and far between. At this beginning stage in the ESDM therapy, we have been working on going to Killi’s “spot light” and narrating everything that is going on with a few very simple terms and it is finally paying off.
After five weeks of therapy my son has completely mellowed out. Before he had the attention span of a gnat, flitting around from place to place. We couldn’t keep him engaged on anything. He would run around like a mad man doing laps in the therapy room and spend about a minute with each toy.
I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands.
I am a Christian. I am a Christian that believes that if we give ourselves over to Gods plan we will prosper, there will always be hard times but those hard times mold us into better people and followers of Christ.
I believe 110% that God has a plan for my family here in Bangkok. I was 110% sure it was to help other people and work at the orphanage. I am so grateful for all of our friends and family that purchased scarves to help raise funds for the orphanage when we first arrived. This was something I prayed over and God blessed that project with a donation of over $3,600 USD. I now see that this is and will probably be the only work I do with the orphanage while in Bangkok and you know it might be all they needed of me.
I now see my reason for following my husband to Bangkok and following Gods call here was to be the mother that I could have never have been in the US. I know there are moms that can do this but I personally could not have balanced work, home life and the needs of my special child. This is why I am here in Thailand, a world away from everything and everyone I know, to get my son the best help money can buy from the best professionals here in Bangkok! Listen to this amazing display of divine intervention that took place this weekend.
Part of my sons issues have to do with being social. I can understand why he wouldn’t want to be social in Thailand, everyone here makes such a big deal about a white baby. They have to squeeze his legs, pinch his cheeks, pat his head, try to kiss him, and are always shouting “hey boy!!” to get his attention. I totally understand why he doesn’t want anything to do with people. Imagine how much easier his life is when he ignores everyone (except for mom and dad) and acts like people are completely invisible! It’s funny how we all adapt to different situations and this is how my son is dealing with the harassment he receives the moment he leaves the house.
I am sure this constant touching and being “hollered” at like he is a beautiful woman walking by a construction site or I guess really a farang man walking down soi 33 by the “working girls” would have him retreat into his shell and not want to come out is greatly impacting his condition in a negative way.
That is the question…
My son can throw an epic tantrum. To me they are so awful I would rather have bamboo shoots shoved under my fingernails then to have to listen to a tantrum. Something about the tantrum sets me on edge, I hear this is normal for mothers but that does not make it any easier to deal with. I have been told by two different medical practitioners that mothers are wired in such a way that our cortisol, the stress hormone, levels go through the roof when our kids cry/throw a tantrum. I can attest to this because I feel like I can’t function when my son throws one.
I probably won’t post about every week of the program but I wanted to share some exciting events during this week and reassurances from our doctor that has me thrilled about this journey we are on.
During our first week, Killi’s doc wanted to work with him without the nanny or I in the room. So for Monday-Wednesday, Odie (our new and awesome nanny) and I sat and read for about two hours in their guest room. Killian, the doctor and his staff played inside and outside with the other children and really had a great time! On Thursday and Friday, we had rain in Bangkok and there was a little flooding at the institute so we couldn’t sit in the guest room so we were more involved in the play therapy. Killian’s progress after one full week is astounding.
The two week evaluation period is complete. The doctor is very pleased with what Killi can do but at the same time there are several areas we need to work on. Thank the Lord, our son has not been diagnosed with autism but with developmental delays in several areas and for the sake of having to call it something the doctor said he would diagnose him with PDD-NOS.