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My Life Thus Far
2008-05-06 07:03:31 (UTC)

Linguistic Overload

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Time has done nothing to improve my disposition. I'm just
as bitchy and unpleasant as I was when I wrote this
morning. I didn't have such a bad day. It was okay
overall. I just don't feel very well and that affects my
mood greatly.

I had limited time to accomplish the errands I needed to
run before Kiki's appointment. I managed to pay a couple
of bills (cable, washer and dryer), go to the post office
(but the line was ridiculous, so I couldn't stay) and stop
by Target to get thank you and Mother's Day cards. I
managed my time well and made it to Kitsap Lake 10 minutes
before I needed to be there. That's pretty good for me.

The meeting between Holly Ridge and Kitsap Lake was a very
polite debate. One I played no part in. I just sat back
and listened. It was flattering to see 4 different
specialists had come( 2 speech therapists, a child
psychologist and a special education advocate) all meeting
on behalf of my baby. The frustrating part of the meeting
was their inability to agree. Holly Ridge feels Kiki needs
further therapy, needs to have her tongue clipped and
isn't performing at appropriate age level in articulation.
Kitsap Lake feels that she doesn't need further therapy,
doesn't need to have her tongue clipped and will
eventually reach age level in articulation on her own.
They went back and forth for almost an hour without ever
coming to a conclusion. I came away with the same
understanding that Kiki would be evaluated again in the
Fall, but now I'm confused. Who's recommendation do I
follow? Do I have her tongue clipped or not? On one hand
the Kitsap Lake therapist said she'd personally never seen
a tongue tie as restrictive as Kiki's, but on the other
hand, doesn't think it should be fixed. Snookums had his
tongue clipped and wants Kiki's clipped, too. Is that a
good enough reason to do it? If I had Kiki's tongue now
(as an adult) I would want it fixed, but she doesn't know
any different. She was born with Ankyloglossia. One thing
I feel bad for her about is her inability to eat an ice
cream cone. That is a right of childhood Kiki has never
had. Maybe that alone is reason enough to have it fixed.

Kitsap Lake's diagnosis for Kiki is Linguistic Overload.
She has just started talking over the past 6 months. They
feel that her mouth hasn't had a chance to catch up with
her brain and that over time her articulation will
improve. We'll see what happens in July when we go back to
the ENT clinic. I've got too many other things to think
about in my immediate future. I understand her 90% of the
time and that's what's important.

Once that fiasco was over, I stopped by the Commissary to
pick up a few things. Yogurt and granola, fruit. Nothing
major. Then we came home. Kiki had been asking me to go to
the park all day, so I took my thank you cards and
Mother's Day cards with us down to the park and got
started on them while the girls played. They had a good
time and I got something done. It was a win:win situation.

I didn't get anything checked off my Housekeeping Wish
List today. I wasn't home long enough to attempt to finish
anything. I'm drying my last load of laundry at the
moment, but I'm not allowed to check it off the list until
it's put away. I'm not doing that tonight, so it isn't
getting checked off tonight. I'm too tired.

Physically, I feel better than I did this morning. My
biggest complaint at the moment is my back. With each step
I take, I can hear a crinkling coming from between my
vertebrae. A sound similar to cellophane being balled up.
It sounds gross. Sometimes I'll move wrong and a leg will
go weak or a nerve will get pinched in my spine. I'm so
miserable. I'm OVER being pregnant. It's losing it's
luster, that's for damn sure. I don't even care about the
miracle that is reproduction. A human is coming out of my
body? So what, get it out already.

I'm going to bed now. I'm hoping tomorrow I'm feeling
mentally and physically better and I'll be able to get
some things done. I desperately need to feel like I'm
accomplishing my goals. Ciao.




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