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Milestones and address changes|
First of all, my old nwlink.com address is no longer good. New address is firstname.lastname@example.org.
Alden is ONE YEAR OLD. Appalling. He's still not really crawling; at ten months, our ped was concerned about his gross motor development and referred us to an occupational therapist. He's in OT now once a week and making significant progress, enough progress that our old solution to keep him out of the catfood no longer works. :-) His delay appears to be the result of troubles coordinating the two hemispheres of his brain; he army crawls now, but he still wants to do it frog style (like he's swimming breast stroke) rather than lizard style (arm over arm, leg by leg), and he gets cranky when he has to do different things with different sides of his body -- like weight-bear on one arm while he reaches for the other. Fortunately, that's the sort of thing that OT is really good at addressing, and the therapist has assured me that there's no cause for concern as long as he's making progress. I myself was in OT for a couple years for sensory integration issues, so none of this is really that unexpected.
A tad more concerning is that he has some sensory issues, and what may be some cognitive/language issues. He doesn't play vroom-vroom with cars; he turns them over and flicks the wheels. He doesn't put things into cups or dump them out. He has some body-stim stuff that he does, it's hard to describe but involves putting his arms straight out and sort of bobbling his hands and shoulders around. He doesn't point, and his vocabulary is limited to ma-ma, da-da, na-na (sometimes nursing and sometimes Lily, he has trouble with the L sound) and the signs for more, milk, and food. He's also the most social baby you ever met in your whole life, with eye contact and turn-taking and responding to his name and if you say "Where's mama?" he'll look at me, and he smiles back and waves back and is distracted by voices and all that stuff, so classical autism is pretty obviously off the table. But cognitively he might just be a tad different, just his own little snowflake.
Which, given his parents, is not even remotely surprising. So I am resolute in my refusal to worry. This doesn't mean I don't worry all the time, it just means that I'm aware that my worrying is silly.