Friday afternoon, Baby was evaluated by Early Intervention to see whether he would qualify for services for his speech (or lack thereof).
Honestly? I was 50-50 as to whether he would qualify. Part of me was anxious about his low number of words, but then another part of me knew that it could just very well be a case of "I'm the Baby and I don't need to talk to have my demands met". So I was totally on the fence, but wanted, no, needed, to find out for sure.
A team of 3 women came to the house. After MOUNDS of paperwork (no joke), Baby was put to the test. It was intriguing, exciting and pretty damn delightful to watch him being evaluated.
The timing was PERFECT (after lunchtime, but long enough before naptime), so Baby was, not to brag, totally on his game. He was receptive, he was engaged, and he was engaging right back. (Ok, I totally just bragged.) I was a proud momma, with a little guilt thrown in for having NO idea of all his capabilities...
It turns out that Baby is behind, for his age. But only a little. Not enough to qualify for services. He's 3 months behind in "expressive language" and 2 months behind in "receptive language". His fine motor, gross motor, social and self-care skills were all above his 25-month age level. A pretty textbook case of "third child syndrome".
So there is nothing to worry about.
Until the next big worry comes along, that is...
"Motherhood isn't a seasonal thing; it blooms all year." Author Kathryn Livingston