Off to the first day of school...for Ricky...not Stas. Stas and Ricky will be in the same class together, but we figured we should finish the h. pylori treatment first. Ricky did well and was as happy as could be when I picked him up. It is funny....but he does more after being at school. It is amazing because heaven knows there is plenty of stimuli and interaction at home, but school must do something different for him. That is great.
Ricky checking out his locker
I was very weepy bringing Ricky and seeing where it is that Stas will go. It really broke my heart. First, Stas is very oral so all I could think is GERMS! He will get everything there is to get, right?? On the other hand, he needs the opportunity to learn. Seeing what it has done for Ricky, I want him to have a variety of experiences. He is like a 6-10 month old in many ways, and maybe at best an 12 month old in others. The teachers said don't worry...I'm worried.
I was weepy all day. I mourned what he missed the first 3 years of his life.....really badly. I really think they cared for him the best they could. He was in a high need group. He was not hearing and it was never detected and it probably wouldn't have mattered if it was detected b/c I don't know if they would have done anything different. I would guess that they would say he acts the way he acts (tapping or banging on things and putting his ear to it, or speaking nothing but mamama, bababa, geegeegee and dadada) because he has DS and isn't capable of anything else. That isn't so. I can hope with tubes his world opens up...hopefully a lot....but if not, at least a little.
Anyway...I can't help but think, ALL DAY, about the other kiddos over there across the sea that are still there and will still be there a long time from now without a family to love them. I know God loves them but I ache at the lack of appreciation for their goodness.
Stas checking out Ricky's locker
Working together....that is pretty good!
On a happy note....look who is taking steps...ever since his tubes!!!!!
I am the mom of 8...it just happened! When we felt as though our plate was full, God dished us up some dessert. You know...there is ALWAYS room for dessert....right? Along came Ricky, and nearly 4 years later Stas. I LOVE Down syndrome. If people knew what our family experiences with our kids with DS, they would envy us :-) Not bragging, just saying.