I enjoy being around my son. He is a true joy in my life whereas once upon a time, I felt like so many of you, “Why me? What now? HELP!” It does get better. Your child can get better. Do not give up on the diet, it DOES work!
He is mainstreamed for about half his day at school and we look forward to his continued growth over the next several years. There is no doubt in our minds that he will graduate high school and go on to college pursuing his interests in computers and electronics.
Before the diagnosis, we “knew” it was going to come. He was already enrolled in a school IEP program since February of that year. By May, we really started to suspect autism and already started to research everything we could while seeking an official diagnosis.
The first week after the diagnosis, I grieved. I cried, I screamed. I questioned my faith and I prepared myself mentally for a worst case scenario. I felt as if I had lost my son. My husband spent hours researching treatments and therapies and then suggested we try a biomedical approach.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
My daughter, Ryan, was born December 4, 2002. Three and a half years later, she was diagnosed with autism. I became concerned about her development at age 2 ½, when she didn’t answer to her name, protested any demand placed on her, and was extremely tactile-defensive.
On May 6, 2002, Zachary was born and I held my son for the first time. He filled me with so much joy, I couldn’t stop laughing. I remember staying up all night, admiring his perfect little hands, his sweet face and his endearing infant murmurings. This little guy, not even a few hours old, […]