As I said before L started occupational therapy on Wednesday afternoon. Not surprisingly, the therapist came to the house and played with L. To any outsider, it was a play date and nothing more, however, to his mommy is was a huge sigh of relief.
The therapist asked multiple times as to why she was there. Complimented his pincher grip, laughed at his antics and told me what a smart kid I had. It was all music to my ears.
L has a long way to go with things, but for the expert to come in and not take one look at L and say -- oh, I see what the problem is, it lifted a giant weight off my shoulders. One that I didn't even know was there. I guess since he was evaluated and put on this track I have been beating myself up for not realizing there was a problem. Yes, I knew his speech was delayed, but had no idea about the SPD stuff.
Now I am just thankful that it is even taking the therapist time to see the problem too.