............then came the special need school and the MRI...........
Early ed was um lets say interesting. Wilhelms class wasnt just for children on the spectrum but other children with special needs. Leaving him there was one of the hardest choices I had made to date. He needed to have some hard core intervention without me around...and I needed to have some me time for the frist time ever. By this stage he has just turned 4
He began to love it. I would get the greatest drawings...writings....smiles, interaction.
AN MRI was requested by our pead. The day was exhausting and frustrating. we had to be at the hospital at 7 in the morning with no food or drink as Wilhelm had to have an anthesethetic. by 10am we were still sitting...A stupid nurse came in without even reading what was going on and starting asking why he was having the MRI...um to determine his brain activities as he has autism......oh.......then she goes and gets to new nurses to explain in detail why spectrum children have scans..all the time standing and staring at him while he's going off. i had enough and let her know. She gave me the stupidest look and huffed at me before she walked out the door.
BY 2 pm I had an over tired, HUNGRY child and still no idea what was going on. ANother nurse rang and found out that the anethetist had gone home for the day and we had been totally forgotten about...not friggen happy Jan!!!!! so we had to wait for another...an hour later and we got Angus (I could have kissed the man). While we were trying to settle him down in the MRI room, all these stupid woman walked in and started tlaking flat out with each other and laughing...now a child who is wigged cant handle this let alone a cihld ont he spectrum so you can imagine how bad he was. Angus picked up straight away that Wilhelm as autistic and yelled at the woman to get out..along with some course words
. Wilhelm just looked up at him and help his hand out to touch his face. It broke my heart. We were told to go away and come back in an hour. I walked out and fell in a heap on a chair...I was emotionally exhausted and it wasnt even finished yet.
Once he woke...he was startled but calm. What happened to my child? This wasnt like him not that I wasnt going to know it back but what happened??? We were todl we had to wait in the childrens ward until they thought we could go home.....6pm arrived and after spewing 3 milo's up (hehehehehh the evil nurse had to clean it
lol) I had enough adn told them I was taking them home.
AH but we think he should stay here a few more hours
BUGGER YOU!!!!!
I took my baby boy home and wrapped him up with my arms on the couch for ages when we got home.
For a good month after the MRI I noticed that he was doing normal..non spectrum child things. I use to laugh and tell the specialist that i found the hidden cure to spectrum disorder...MRI's. We began eating more...interacting with others in our family and friend circle and seeking out the attention of other children. A comedian also began to emerge from under the shadows..who would make us laugh until we cried.
BUT allas as all good things come to an end...so to did some of this...when he began the second year of special ed