There is a few things Matthew definitely needs help with in getting him back on track.
I wish I knew the reason why he was this way, but I'll probably never have an answer.
What I do know is, it's going to take a lot of Tough Love to get him there.
For starters...
I NEED to replace his sippy cup with ME. He is so in love with that damn thing, it breaks my heart, that it is more important than me. Granted, I'm probably to blame, but it did comfort him. As Dr. Blake said, he needs to get on an open cup routine, just at meals and stuff. This will be the hardest challenge of them all. I so want him to reach out to ME instead of that. I want to hold him and cuddle him when he's upset. He's just so frustrated and that seems to soothe him for some reason, so that is challege number one.
Next, because Matthew has an attention span the size of a gnat, unless I was Spongebob Squarepants or Barry B. Benson from the Bee Movie, Matthew doesn't want a thing to do with me. So somehow, some way, he'll be forced to sit with me and read stories. Read, read, read. The more he hears, the better.
Another thing is, without a doubt, Matthew needs to go to the Early Childhood Education Program at West Central. The challenge with that is the transportation. Sean's going to have to move and eventually I'll have to move next. It's for Matthew, I'll do anything for him to make him better... So that'll help out tremendously.
He also needs more therapy. A lot more. Almost 2-3 times a week, just for speech. Granted once he gets into WC, he'll be there from 8:15-11:15 or something, so he'll have that 4 times a week, and they can always pull him out to do speech indepently with him. But, in the meantime, it's all in the works.
He also suggested some play therapy with a male therapist. Either Sean or I get to be heavily involved with that.
So now at least the ball is back rolling again, and it's a start. We've definitely got a long, hard road a head of us. But it'll all be so worth it when I can have little conversations with my son. I can't wait for him to constantly ask me, what's that? or Why? Or to say I love you Mommy without me making him say it and mean it.
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