This Has Been One Odd Week

The first loop I was thrown for was a comment left on What Was I Thinking. Just when I didn’t think the Koffron, Andrews / Lessard family trees couldn’t bee any stranger, 1940 comes a knocking with another possible branch to my family tree no one knew about.  I am kicking my self that I may have had some clues, and information that might have possibly prepared me for this discovery a decade ago but I didn’t put it all together until it discovered me.  Life is sure strange. 

The second dose of reality hit me yesterday when I took Miss CoCo for her follow up appointment with her new neurologist.  The MRI she had over 3 freaking months ago showed that she does indeed have some brain damage.  I was not necessarily expecting this because in my experience people usually call you with abnormal results, they don’t wait 3 freaking months.  I guess since they found what they were looking for in the first place, it is static (not going to change), there is no treatment other than what we are already doing, they figure it is better to talk to the mom of the brain damaged kid in person.  Probably wise.

How the news about CoCo could have had any shocking affect on me what so ever came as, well, a shock to me.

For the almost the last two years I have been dragging that child around telling anyone who would listen that something is just not right with her.  Just about everyone told me I was being a neurotic, hyper-vigilant, overly involved, overly concerned and overly anxious mother.  Undaunted, I continued to drag her little ass around to every specialist I could think of until she landed in the office of the chief of neurology for Children’s Hospital and just at the point I accepted the fact that I might just be as neurotic as everyone said I was, I find out I was right all along.  No strutting about, waving my finger, no end-zone dance for me,  just an end to the wondering how nuts I realy am.  (About this at least.) Yesterday, I cried.   Today I move on.

The Neurologist was very surprised by how well she is doing and told me to keep up what ever we have been doing because it is doing wonders for her. 

The thing that gets me is that if I had just accepted the first “let’s just wait and see” or the second “you worry too much” or my third and personal favorite, “you need a new hobby” (as if paying attention to my children is a hobby), my child would have missed out on almost 2 years of therapy.  I had to insist that she get therapy!  Somehow that just seems backwards to me.  Everything on infant development says that the brain is most pliable before 3 years old.  Shouldn’t they error on the side of caution?  Had I sat back and waited for a definitive answer she would have just been starting therapy NOW, and no, she probably wouldn’t be doing so surprisingly well. 

____________________________________________________________________________

In the spirit of adoption awareness month here are a couple of posts I found interesting:

Insight from an adoptive mom @  Our Little Tongginator: An Attitude of Openness


this From Cassi @ Adoption Truth: What Do We Hear In Their Voices

and Should the foster care system really let ADOPTION be a permanency goal for older children? from I Was A Foster Kid

* This post is a part of my National Adoption Awareness Month, a post every day in November campaign, to remind perspective adoptive parents that there are 140,000 kids for whom family preservation is not an option, who through no fault of their own are currently available for adoption in the U. S. foster care system, right here in our own back yard.  If you are considering adoption please consider adopting a foster child or becoming a foster parent.  It could change a child’s life.