I hope to inspire and give hope to other parents. There is hope out there in treatments that your doctor may not tell you about or ‘believe’ in. I spoke to my pediatricians about this program, but they brushed it off as ‘hogwash.”
I stopped my Thanksgiving prep and played the message again. And yes, I burst into tears. I think I cried just as hard as I did that awful day in April 2000. To be honest, I may have cried a little harder.
I would love to be writing my daughter’s recovery story, with autism as an interlude instead of a fact of her daily life. Ten years in, Leah still has autism. The victories I occasionally feel like celebrating belong to our family.
I was 24 years old when I had my son, Christian, in 1999. He was such a good baby. He started taking his first steps when he was just two months old. He had a lump on the side of his neck and I noticed he couldn’t turn his head.
When Aareck was born, he had some medical complications. He developed pulmonary hypertension, along with pneumonia. He was hospitalized in the NICU for ten days. For seven of those days, he was sedated and hypersensitive to touch, lights, and sounds.
Mia was a premature baby, born at 34 weeks. I had a very complicated pregnancy, and to this day doctors still don’t understand my pregnancy. I lost 40 pounds while pregnant, yet was never nauseated or sick.
Our twins, Teddy & Tara, were born on June 24th, 2008. They were perfect, healthy babies. We realized how lucky we were and never took a second for granted as I had had an extremely difficult pregnancy.
Kainoa Chorman was born on 10.06.2002, and weighed in at a healthy 8 lbs, 14oz., with no birth complications.
In 2006, we welcomed another baby boy into our family. Luke was born with a shock of jet black hair and a beautiful disposition. He was an easy-going baby, breastfed well (always hungry) and was a gorgeous brother to Jack.
I wasn’t at all surprised when our then 2-year-old son, Eddie, was diagnosed with autism. I had read a lot about autism and knew that Eddie had many red flags, especially the stimming and lack of language.
Marcus was diagnosed with autism two months before his third birthday. There were signs that something was not quite right since he was a baby, but he was our first child and we didn’t know any better.
My little guy has been working really hard to learn new concepts and improve his language and speech. Increasing his expressive language was a very slow and tough journey. That is, until one amazing day in April when he experienced a spontaneous language explosion that persists to this day.
While I write this story, I am looking at my son, Beau. He is happily sitting on the couch wearing shorts and a t-shirt, munching on pistachios, and grinning while watching Ghostbusters, a movie he specifically requested to watch. To most people, this would be a very ordinary scene.
thought I had done everything right. I had opted out of a sonogram, ate organic food, used organic products, and exercised while carrying my son, River. He was born naturally, without any complications, weighed nearly 9 pounds, and we chose not to vaccinate.
In our quest to help our son over the years, we have done some traditional and non-traditional treatments, I have read countless books, blogs and forums. I have been to so many conferences and presentations that I could probably present some of them on my own!
Tristan was born in November 1999 after a wonderful and uncomplicated pregnancy and delivery to a first time mom. He breastfed immediately and the first few months after he was born were “normal” per all the baby books I read — no colic, sleeping well, normal looking and smelling bowel movements, and no unusual fevers or ailments whatsoever.
Most parents will never forget the day they realized their child had autism. For me, it was the day we went to the circus. That was the day my denial ended, and our autism journey started.
Our firstborn, Wesley was born in May 2004. My pregnancy was pretty normal, except for a little mild preterm labor in my third trimester. He was born at 36 ½ weeks and was healthy.
They say autism is a marathon, not a sprint, and I have to say I agree with that sentiment. Our marathon began in 2006 with the arrival of my identical twin sons, born at 26 weeks.
What is autism and what does it mean when you hear that your son may have this diagnosis? These words first ran through our heads in 2003, when our son Skyler was 2 years old.