We have been having a rough time here in the Marshall household since Taylor's surgery on the 20th.
She has had a tough recovery. I didn't think it was going to be this bad. Her ENT doctor kind of made it seem like it was no big deal to have this done and she would be feeling back to normal in just a few days. WRONG!
This is now March 3rd, and yesterday was the best day that she's had since her surgery. She has been so miserable, and all she wants to do is cry and be held. Thank goodness for Tylenol with codeine.
Her poor little neck has been bothering her too since the surgery. It's like she slept funny and woke up with a stiff neck. That too is getting better every day.
She also had her evaluation on Wednesday for her speech. I was actually amazed that the appointment wasn't cancelled (like the last 2 appointments were). To make a long story short, we should get her "official" evaluation in the mail next week, but she is definitely going to be referred for services for speech therapy. When I heard the words "language development of a 7 month old", it was like a stab in the heart. I knew it all along. It wasn't a surprise. But actually hearing the words spoken out loud, using those terms, almost took my breath away.
This is definitely not the end of the world, but it has knocked us down a few pegs. So we are just taking it one day at a time around here. That's all we can do.