Dylan's Progress

Last week was a hard one on this momma.  It started off with Dylan having croup.  Scott thankfully was off work and able to nurse our little one back to health.  Also, I've constantly felt the need that I am not doing enough for Dylan for him to progress physically, not enough standing, tummy time, sensory play, etc.  As I was speaking with everyone, my husband, my mom, my sister, Dylan's therapist, friends, and even the stranger I ran into on the street.  Ok not the stranger, but I really did talk to anyone who would listen.  Everyone had positive things to say about his progress, his happiness, etc.but I was not happy until I heard it from his therapist.  I obviously want a crystal ball and that word was the word of last week.  Guess what?  No one has one.  His PT reminded told me that she did not see any reason why our sweet little boy would not be walking by the end of the year.  She reminded me that Scott and I were good parents.  While at work I received her sweet words and had to take a bathroom break as I cried over the reminder that we were in fact doing everything in our ability to help our son. 

While swallowing my motherly fears, I was supposed to be celebrating a happy time in my life.  Scott and I celebrated 3 years of marriage on October 10.  Looking back on our wedding day, I still remember the day going exactly as I had planned and hoped for.  We were surrounded by a lot of love and we could not have asked for anything more.  Three years later, a sick baby, fearing that everything I am doing will have a long lasting effect on Dylan, and a lower than we like bank account, I was just not in the mood to celebrate.  Scott came through with a beautiful leather journal and sweet sentiment written in it for the purpose it was to serve.  I gifted him a beautiful leather keychain with his initials imprinted on it and a t-shirt he had been eyeing. 

Thankful for the insistance of my mother and sister, Scott and I trudged off to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary at Kobe's Japanese Steakhouse.  It was delicious and just what we needed.  We went home early and got lots of sleep. Scott and I decided to start meal planning consistently and trimming our budget.  We got lots of good talks and laughs in and reminded ourselves we needed another night like that again.  I spent the day at my mom's house with my sister and niece and then when we got home got a fun visit from our dear friend, Sara Jo. Sunday night, after naptime, we headed to Nonna's and Papa's house. 

I was insistent on Dylan getting tummy time that night and after rolling around like crazy for awhile, Dylan decided that he had enough and used his hands and arms to push himself into a sittin position.  We all watched as he inched further upright.  Once in a sitting position we all cheered and clapped.  Dylan smiled and clapped too.  I made him do it several more times just to see and he consistently showed me that he meant business.  He would get a big smile as he was pushing himself up and once in an upright position he would clap and once even blew kisses.  We were blown away.  Something that seemed so far away he had mastered.  He must have known momma needed some lifting in my spirits. 

Today I went in to get him up and ready for the day and imagine my suprise to see him sitting up in his crib, playing with a toy.  A dream come true.