Anxious

Today is a big day in our household. For almost a year, Gbear has been in speech therapy. After awhile we began to question if there was more that we could be doing. I've talked a little about Gbear and his communication issues here , but to play a little catch up, at 2 and a half, Gbear still doesn't talk. Well, not in any words that any normal person can understand.

At the beginning of July, we took the little man for a consultation with a neurologist, who didn't beat around the bush. There is definitely something up in the little man's brain. Trust me when I tell you, hearing that there is something wrong with your child's brain, well that can make anybody a little stressed, emotional, you name it. The day HB came back from training, Gbear had an MRI, for which, because of his age, he had to be sedated. {cue mini mama freak out} Ever since we met with the Dr, I've been on a little emotional roller coaster. Today is the day when we finally meet with the Dr to discuss the results of the MRI and find out what comes next.

Even though the doctor narrowed it down to two different possibilities, my stomach is in knots with dread. My mama guilt is in full force. And so, I sit here blogging. Finding a little solace in typing these words out and not letting them stew any longer in my brain. If over thinking were an Olympic Sport, I would have won gold. Regardless of what we learn today, I'm still so blessed to be this little man's mama. He will always be perfect in my eyes!