It is a special need, just not a special special need. It's a pill once a day and a test once a month. And an extra specialist, and having to have any
doctors at all
in his life (not something we were really planning on), and the aforementioned now-gone stress about the pill, and let's not talk about what's IN the pill (can we say "chemical crap filler"?)...
OK, I just deleted this big long rambly post about not really
being "special needs" 'cause I've been struggling with this question for a while. Just what is
"special enough" to be special needs? I've been reluctant to embrace it not because I think it's bad but because I think I'm not worthy, I haven't had to do "enough". But screw that. It is enough. My 10 month old is this close
to walking (just watched him take three steps toward me - and then fall on his butt
), and he's going to get it any day now, but his legs don't straighten. We have no idea why. He's probably going to need braces. We've already done months of physical therapy. Weekly chiro visits. Struggling with a crawling, active babe to try to get the stretches in. Plus the hypothyroid - infant blood draws suck, although we've finally figured out how to make them not so sucky (the joints not straightening was part of the suckiness; now we just tell every tech not to pull his elbow straight, and he sits in my lap, and we're more or less fine), and this kid has seen specialists more than most MDC babes have seen a pediatrician. I've spent hours crying because I didn't know whether he was going to be OK (he is - no matter what happens, no matter whether he needs braces or surgery, no matter whether his joints ever fully straighten, no matter whether he has "as many" IQ points as his theoretical non-hypothyroid siblings - he is
). I deserve this support. Right?
Can I come in? It's cold and lonely out here and I want a hug.