Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Autism and Constipation. They Could Be a Band.

Today was well-child doctor's visit day for Jack and Quinn. A cool mom from my preschool took Sam home with her after school for a playdate so that I wouldn't have to deal with him at the appointment, which was awesome, because we were there for two hours, and I can't quite imagine how antsy Sam would have gotten. Jack and Quinn were bad enough. By the time the doctor was done with us, Jack went running out of the office looking for a sticker and Quinn took that opportunity to try to escape wearing only a diaper and sandals.

I really like my pediatrician, but I pretty much assume that if my appointment is at 2:15, the doctor won't roll in until 3:15. Which was the case today. But that gave us plenty of time to read and re-read and re-read the three books in the tiny exam room. And it also gave my children time to briefly wear the paper gowns the nurse offered them before discarding them after about four minutes.

The doctor and I chatted about Jack and his issues, as I call them. I like his attitude about it, and I really feel like he will help me figure out what I need to do to help Jack, no matter what the ChildFind people have to say. His take was that it is possible that Jack is on the spectrum, even after I told him that the ChildFind psychologist said that he wasn't. He also mentioned (for the third time in as many conversations) that many people say that Bill Gates has Asperger's and that he seems to have done well for himself. And, nerd-factor aside, that's not an upsetting comparison. Hopefully Jack will grow up to have a better haircut though.

Anyway, the doctor had lots of positive things to say about Jack and the way he dealt with different situations at the appointment, which led him to believe that he's doing all right, but will still need therapy and help dealing with social situations. But I felt better walking out of that room than walking out of the ChildFind evaluation.

Quinn is fine too. Except for... Any guesses? Yep, except for his poop issues. Long story short: The boy has to poop more often. So I dragged all of my kids to the store to buy a mountain of suppositories, enemas, fiber wafers, Fiber One cereal and fiberous cereal bars.

At home, the daunting-looking liquid glycerin suppository worked in about six minutes, much to Quinn's chagrin. After his diaper change, he laid on my lap for probably ten minutes with a dazed expression on his face. I could only imagine all the little endorphins running through his system.

Oh, today was also my anniversary, which both my loving husband and my mom remembered. And which I did not. I had an idea that it was at some nebulous time in the future. I knew it was coming, I just didn't expect it to show up so soon. I'm sorry, my love. Happy Anniversary.

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