I know that everyone of us wants to have a perfect child. We want our baby to be whole, free from any sickness or disability. But regardless how we tried to be healthy and be careful during our pregnancy, there might still be complications that may arise.
I had a normal birth to a baby boy. He was overweight weighing 8 pounds, he surely gave the doctors a hard time delivering him specially. Prior the release, he went through some test and everything seemed fine. I was so happy that finally my baby is here. Everything seemed normal while he was growing up but when he hit the age five, we noticed something’s wrong. Though he looks healthy and runs like a tornado around the house, his progress doesn’t match his age. He can’t still speak and does things like a baby. No matter hard we tried to potty train him, he wont just get it. I’m getting frustrated with our everyday routine of cleaning all his mess and I’m so stressed that I feel like giving up. But I’m a mother, I can’t give up on my son. If I will not fight for him, then who would?
Whenever I bring him to my friend’s house, she says that he is over active for that age. She said to have him check just in case. I know she was just concern but I was offended. I know there’s something wrong but wouldn’t want to admit it to myself that my child might be autistic. Finally, I had the courage to take him to a doctor. Everything was normal in terms of physical aspect, my boy is healthy. But the doctor gave me a serious look, there were butterflies in my stomach because I know it would be a bad news. He said that my boy has autism. His IQ is for a three-month old baby, therefore if we deal with this correctly, there is still a high chance that he might be able to speak. He comforted me by saying that autism can be improved and with proper guidance and support, my son still can live a normal life.
After that visit with the doctor, I was crying. I was asking myself, what did I do wrong? Why my son? I don’t know how I’m going tot tell this to my family and friends that my son is special. But I know that I had to deal with this for the sake of my son. I have to be strong. I finally told my family what’s going on. My mom cried with me and promised that I’ll have her full support. My friends also gave me comforting words. I became stronger knowing that there are people who loved me and my son. Now, my son is showing improvements. At the age of 7, his IQ progressed to 3 years old. I know that is not a good news but every progress he makes I’ll be leaping for joy. I know that he’ll be able to speak at the right time. But for now, he and I got each others back.