When my son was born, I thought he was perfect. Ten finger and toes with a set of crystal blue eyes. His smile would light up the room and I thought I was the luckiest woman alive to be his mom. At about a year, I began to notice that he wasn’t doing all the same things others his age were.
My doctor told me not to worry about it, that he was fine. I couldn’t shake the sense that something wasn’t right though. At fifteen months he still wasn’t walking and again I went to the doctor, a specialist this time and they once again told me not to worry, he was fine. It wasn’t only the not walking part; he said a few things Mama, Dada and that was it. I noticed when he grabbed food he would use his whole hand and not the pincher technique.
As a new mother, I was told that I was overreacting, even my husband told me to not worry so much. It wasn’t until around 20 months, and he still wasn’t walking, that my son was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy and Apraxia of Speech. It was gratifying to know that I was right, but difficult to hear the outcome. If you have a nagging feeling that something isn’t right, listen to it. I remember calling Nancy in tears so frustrated that no one would listen to me, she did and she kept telling me that a mother’s instinct is usually correct, she was right.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb” Psalms 139:13