Monday, June 11, 2012
Nora is a child of very few words. Quiet, she is not. But words? Well, she really doesn't have them.
And maybe she is.
A little more than a week ago, I called the doctor's office to talk to her about behavioral issues--tantrums. She loves the behavioral stuff, so we have an open invitation to call her with questions whenever, which is really nice. Anyway, during the conversation I mentioned Nora's speech, and when our doctor heard that Nora had really only added one new word in the past three months (which is "no," by the way), she told me to go ahead and call early intervention.
The funny thing? I don't even think she's going to qualify for services. I really don't.
In talking to a few friends who have been through the process, the therapists evaluate the children using a number of different factors--and then come up with an overall score. If the score is too high, the child doesn't qualify for therapy. Apparently, half of that score is based on receptive language--and Nora understands. Nora understands a lot.
Or last night, when Michael kissed her goodnight, said "I love you," and started to leave the room when we both heard what very well could have been a version of "I love you" escape Nora's lips.
Thankfully, she has also picked up "Yeah," which is a nice complement to "No" (although not used nearly as often, I'm sorry to say).
I don't know what the evaluation will bring. Maybe she would benefit from some time with a speech therapist. But I can't help but feel like perhaps the "language explosion" is just around the corner.
One way or another, we should be making some progress very soon.
Of all words in our language, of all of the things that I can't wait for her to say, there is just one magical word that I look forward to most.
I hope that I will finally--someday very, very soon--get to hear her little voice say "Mama."