Last Saturday was speech therapy time again. We decided to go back to fortnightly visits, after having a four week break encompassing Easter and Hugo’s arrival.
The lesson two weeks’ ago was excruciating. Our speech therapist had alot of great activities lined up for Jarvis, but it was almost too much excitement for him as he attempted to flit between the toys and games, all the while keeping his mouth firmly shut. I was cradling our one week old boy and began to feel slightly panicky as I started to wonder how we would make any more progress with our strong-willed 2 1/2 year old. Continue reading
I thought it was time to add a bit of an update on how J is going with his speech therapy. I’ve just realised this blog of mine has been dominated by bump shots for the last few posts (better late than never, hey?), but really life has been busier than my navel gazing posts suggest.
Jarvis has now been back to the speech therapist twice since his initial consultation. We’re going every three to four weeks at this stage, which means that the bulk of the work is done here at home with the tools we’re given in our sessions.
Our speechie has armed us with a number of print outs with game ideas, exercises and information to draw out J’s words, which have been helpful as well as completely daunting. Continue reading
“What language does this kid speak anyway?” –
Random 5-year-old at the park to Mr P in response to J’s conversation skills.
Valid question random kid, valid question. I often ask myself the same question as J points and earnestly tries to tell me something that seems urgent and important. New words would crop up and my heart would soar, telling my brain there wasn’t a problem afterall. But the words were never ones that we really needed to hear, ‘turtle’ and ‘owl’ became common, whereas ‘hi’, ‘bye’ and ‘please’ remained elusive.
His peers demonstrated their ability to string more than one word together, some forming sentences to express their needs and wants, while J developed a system of ever-more intricate hand gestures coupled with unintelligable babbling. If that didn’t work, he’d resort to tantrums.
I started to own my concerns and that of his day care teachers – it was well and truly time to get J assessed by a speech therapist. Continue reading