Kind of been dreading and looking forward to today in equal measure. It was the first appointment at pediatrics to start the official diagnostic assessments for Miles.
I was looking forward to it because we, hopefully, will get vindication for our fears and concerns for Miles and dreading it for the same reasons and also because we might not get the answers we are expecting.
It seemed to go ok, the consultant we saw was friendly and approachable and attempted to put all 3 of us at ease. We were in with him for about an hour and during that time Miles was pretty restless, didn’t like answering questions, made some eye contact and fidgeted. He only really sat still after he asked for the tablet so he could play games. Obviously there was a physical examination which Miles mostly giggled through.
Thankfully the consultant agreed that Miles has difficulties in some areas. Attention deficit was mentioned but he also wants input from Rob, myself and school in the form of questionnaires and we’ll probably have appointments with other health professionals before any conclusion is reached because until he gets further information he doesn’t know which, if any, diagnostic standards are reached. I will be surprised if none are but it is always a possibility.
When I received the letter informing me about the appointment, I did groan a little as it was at 10 o’clock this morning and after the last hospital appointment I was dreading getting Miles back into school.
I don’t know if it was because Dad was there, if it was because I asked if he wanted to go to school on his own or if he wanted me to walk to school with him, or something else entirely, but he went in fine.
I don’t think I could have taken another hour sat in the car trying to get him into school like last time.
I sat going through the questionnaires this afternoon. I did as much as I could but it wasn’t that easy. The multiple choice, tick box ones were ok but the third one, requiring long answers about facial expressions I’ve observed, ways in which he gets my attention, his interaction with other children and his imaginative play etc is much harder so will have to revisit that over the coming days.
Aside from today it’s been quite hectic. I took a friend with us on Saturday, when I took the boys to buy Christmas presents for each other. I had a really good time but Sunday I paid for it physically.
I didn’t get up until lunchtime, then after feeding us we went to see another friend. She currently has all six children, plus the partners of two, at home. Then there is the menagerie of 5 dogs, 8 cats, a guinea pig and some hamsters! Her eldest son and his partner have just been offered a flat and are moving out soon, along with two of the dogs, three cats and the hamsters. This has come just in time because the girlfriend of her third son has just found out she’s pregnant. To complicate matters the lass is epileptic and allergic to cats! I had been asked if I wanted one of the cats, a pregnant female by the name of Sophie. I didn’t feel that I could cope with introducing a pregnant female to my 2 and then looking after a litter of kittens and rehoming them, so I suggested she take Sophie to the RSPCA for rehoming and we came home with a 6 month old kitten called Tim.
He’s so small compared to Socks and Spike that I’ve started calling him Pipsqueak! He seems to be settling in quite well and Spike is starting to accept him. I think it will take Socks a little bit longer; if Socks doesn’t accept him then Tim will also have to go RSPCA for rehoming as I have to put the needs of the older 2 cats first.
I wasn’t even thinking of getting another cat yet but he’s the 6th cat I’ve had and I’ve only been actively looking for a cat for 2, the other 4 have been ‘happy accidents’ so I’m hoping Socks chills so Tim can stay.