I hate tests.
I did well enough in school. I kinda liked tests. Or at least, I liked classes that used tests for the majority of the grade. I hated homework, but could usually do well on the tests anyway. So I tended NOT to do homework and just skate by on good test grades.
I think my punishment is a kid who doesn't do so well on tests.
I don't like the "snapshot." I can see how well he's progressing. I know how great he is. The snapshot doesn't do him justice.
Today he has his PT evaluation.
She was nice. She was very positive and during the evaluation she said a lot of "oh, that's good!" and "oh, I like the way you're doing that!" She said it so much that I thought maybe he wasn't so behind after all. I mean, he DID start rolling yesterday, right?
And then she gave me the evaluation. She judges his gross motor "age" in three ways.
Reflexes: 5 months
Stationary: 2 months
Mobility: 4 months
He's 10 months actual and 7 months adjusted.
I'll say it again: Ouch.
I must admit that when she left, I felt pretty bummed.
But I'm pulling myself out of it tonight. She did say that he did seem to be on the cusp of a lot of things so I'm hoping that very soon he just takes off. Even just working with him tonight on some things she showed me today, I can see how close he is to sitting.
And she said that the stomach issues are definitely the root cause of the delays. That seems unanimous.
On a good note, she remarked that his fine motor skills were actually quite good. She also complimented ME a little bit, which felt nice. I like it when they note that I know what I'm talking about. It bodes well for being listened to later.
Of course, the worst is yet to come.
Tomorrow is his NICU follow up appointment. Instead of one person evaluating him, we get a whole team of them.
I know it doesn't matter. He is who he is today the same as he will be tomorrow. But man, seeing it all written out is tough.
I wonder if they give extra credit for being cute?