Today was the day in which I should have had an update about Williams EHCP, I should have been able to figure out what the next steps are going to be for Williams education and find out if that slim chance of a special school allocation was within our grasp.
However today was not that day. No days are the days they should be and I an beginning to learn this… I need to prepare myself for these things as they happen all the time and yet continue to knock me for six. As parents we shouldn’t be continuously let down by those who are supposed to support our children and adhere to timescales laid out by themselves.
The EHCP has not gone to the moderators… Still! This is because the medical report needed and the Speech and language report have still not been received. These should have been submitted by 15th of February and its now 4th March 🙄😡
So now we are back in the waiting game… Next week or the one after. Who even knows?!
It’s a strange time for everyone at the moment, no one wanted another national lockdown, but it was inevitable, and I do believe it’s for the best. I thought that after the new year I could get a little bit of my life back and can start having one but that will have to wait.
The problem with being alone is it gives you time to think and over analyse things such as school!! All the applications are in, the EHCP is in process and now I can only sit and wait and that is the bit I can’t cope with. The decision on special schools is usually made by the end of January so I should hear something no later than the middle of February but I’m now worried that they may be running behind on it because of Covid and I don’t think I can take it; the wait is already driving me crazy. If I go for worst case scenario which is middle of February, then its 35 days to wait. 35 days of freaking out about if he is going to get a place he so desperately needs and if he doesn’t, it’s even further away until the middle of April for mainstream allocations. I want to be optimistic, his EHCP is 90 pages long, his issues are profound and complex, and all parties involved have agreed it would be the best place for him but what if it just doesn’t happen? I have a whole new scenario to stress about. For someone who has lists about lists its really difficult to be able to plan for events you have no control over.
On a positive note, I have finished my level 2 in autism understanding and am awaiting my tutor to confirm if she passes the second module. I do feel confident about it to be honest and really enjoyed doing it, once my pass certificate arrives, I think I may do more, I have already scoped out two further courses; level 2 in challenging behaviour and a level 2 in learning difficulties, I think they will both come in handy for when I pick up some volunteer work when William starts school.
William is doing really well in his development; his eye contact has improved drastically, and he is getting very good at object exchange to show me what he wants. He even takes his own pots into the kitchen and only throw them about 10% of the time 😂 I know it doesn’t seem like a lot but to me it is amazing. To me a few seconds of eye contact can bring tears to my eyes.
We did have a few bad nights recently as William had some bowel issues 💩, he ended up in my bed for over three hours crying and needing me to rub his tummy. I wish I could take his issues away and make him feel better when he’s in pain.
I’m so grateful that nursery is still open during this lockdown as I am not sure how I would be able to work and look after him as he needs constant supervision. My head tells me that I should have made the decision to keep him off to protect us from potential contact with Covid but the disruption of his routine would also be hard on him and he has had enough of that recently. If possible I want things to remain normal for him.
We have lots of messy play planned for lockdown which I’m really excited about but may regret deeply 😂 We tried out slime in the bathtub which was super fun messy but totally worth it to see Williams face, not so much the having to clean the tub part.
Next on the list is finger painting so wish my upholstery good luck 🍀
So let me just take a moment to acknowledge how difficult things have been recently, William is sleeping less than usual and seems to be having more issues with his bowels than ever before… this means a grumpy, exhausted and sometimes hangry mummy at the best of times. Why did I chose before christmas to go on a diet. I’m missing out on soooooo many boxes of celebrations 😭
As someone who is not afraid to state that I am a pessimist, very neurotic and an overthink you can imagine how I feel going into any meetings and today I was filled with the same amount of dread, not because they’re awful but because no matter how prepared I think I am it never feels enough, at least emotionally. There we go… self pity over with. 🙃
The meeting was attended by one of the wonderful ladies who work in the special needs room at William’s nursery, the early years senco and myself… a smaller audience than last time but that isn’t always a bad thing.
Williams EHCP has been agreed to be assessed!!! 🎉🎉🎉 a huge relief that we havce gotten over the first hurdle and I don’t have to take it to appeal. It is now with the moderators and I am awaiting the educational psychologist to reach out and conduct their own assesments on William, after that has been done it will go back to the moderators who will band his assesment as either intensive, severe, high or support plan only and some time after that we will be sent the draft to approve. It feels like it has taken a long time to get to this point and even though we aren’t quite there yet it is a step in the right direction.
I love a good table so here is one showing Williams improvement over the last 6 months… Just look at all that green!!!! 🤭
Area of Development
Previous age range
New age range
Self Confidence & Self Awareness
Managing Feelings & Behaviours
Listening & Attention
Moving & Handling
Health & Self Care
The nursery has advised there has been a little bit of a regression recently and I had to explain about all the changes at home which they understood and will put a plan in place going forward which is amazing, they are brilliant with him and I would recommend them to anyone.
I didn’t want to send William to a mainstream school, I felt it was admitting that a mainstream school can accommodate his needs and I don’t believe they can however today a little bit of reality hit me… I had discussed with William’s dad about keeping him out of school until he gets a place within a special school, it would mean we would have to rely on each other for child care in order for us both to work but we said we would do it however when I mentioned this at the meeting, the senco told me he may not get a place this year, next year or the one after and because their allocations are needs based there is no guessing the outcome. I knew… deep down I did know that it was a possibility but hearing it outloud was hard, I cried (thank god my webcam wasn’t on 🎥) I was very vocal at admitting that I don’t think myself or William are ready for this next big step. It took me two years to send him to nursery! However putting that aside, I have chosen three schools based on recommendations on their SEN facilities and Ofsted reports and when I am ready I will submit his application, its not due until 15th Jan so I may not be ready until Jan 14th but… I will do it because it is what is right. I think deciding to keep him out of school for a year was a big step but if there is no definitive end date then it is simply impractical and unfair on William. They have told me that they will continue to ensure William is thoroughly supported no matter the setting which based on the senco’s promises previous I 100% believe. We have a meeting penciled in for March to discuss his transition from nursery to school as I ideally want to increase his days at nursery after easter so that it isn’t too much of a shock for him going to 5 full days.
Special school allocations are announced the end of January/February and mainstream are announced mid April so I will have time to prepare no matter the outcome but it is going to be a long couple of months.
I want to end on a laugh so let me tell you about William’s girlfriends at nursery… William doesn’t really interact with other children however there is a girl in his class at nursery and she has has taken a liking to him and hugs him really tight every time she sees him to the point his key workers have to pry her off either so she doesn’t strangle him or after William gives them the ‘help me’ look.🤗 So girl 2 doesn’t like William but she does like the sofa he has claimed in the reading nook, William doesn’t want to share his sofa so what the ladies do is seat them at separate ends of it. The girl is fine and quite happy but not for long… William lays all over her until she gets upset and then he laughs! and my mom tells me off for calling him a psychopath! 😂
Its a Monday and when I was office based it used to be my favourite day of the week but not anymore, today feel like the most Monday-ist Monday ever! In the words of that Geldof prick and school shooter Brenda Spencer… ‘I don’t like Mondays.’
Today me got to meet our new health visitor; Louise. we all know how much we rated Sarah so she does have a lot to live up to. Louise has been the health visitor for our area for 15 years which is a long time for a health visitor to remain in the profession.
She turned up in full PPE as you would expect in todays current climate, Mask, goggles, gloves and full length plastic apron. Brilliant first impression… the neighbours must think we either stink or are getting fumigated 🦨🤣
She introduced herself and immediately jumped into questions about William, I must say the sceptic in me immediately though she hadn’t read his notes but she was also referring to him and wanted a thorough picture for herself of his capabilities and behaviours.
She confirmed she will be attending next Mondays meeting about his EHCP just like Sarah used to despite not receiving the official invitation.
Before I could even ask her about the Nappy Service she told me she had looked into our request and there was no leeway with him being under four, again this impressed me that she had looked into things that we had hit brick walls with without having to be asked. This one was on my little things I had written down during the months I was unable to speak with Sarah.
She has decided to put us through to a sleep specialist to help us hopefully get William to sleep easier and keep him asleep, this will involve lots of assessments and advice before potentially leading to medication such as melatonin. Melatonin will help most kids fall to sleep but not all… The problem is some parents believe it will help a child who is procrastinating going to bed, stop a child waking up early or having nightmares but that isn’t the case. Melatonin is usually a natural hormone that our brains release in order to help us fall to sleep. Melatonin supplements are available easily online but they are NOT regulated and may do more harm than good. If you are considering Melatonin please ensure you speak to a professional before buying something that you cant be 100% sure of what’s in it. There are concerns that because melatonin is a hormone that it may effect your child’s development when they hit puberty and it is something we will need to consider deeply if we reach that stage.
I asked her to refer us to Wheelchair services so we can get a specialised buggy but she wasn’t sure if she was able to do so. she said she would be in touch about it and… within 2 hours of her leaving our house she was on the phone advising us of who we need to speak to as only two organisations can make that referral, Occupational health and Physiotherapy but William doesn’t need any of these 😕 Its not that he can’t walk. Far from it. Its when he does walk he will drop to the floor in a floppy state no matter where he is including roads, its the fact he has no danger awareness and a buggy at times he goes floppy or has a meltdown would prevent him from getting hurt. I’ve lost count of the amount of time Dave has had to stop cars because or child is laid in the street. 🚗 we have spoken to our G.P surgery and have a telephone consultation booked next week for the doctor to decide if its appropriate for him to refer us 🙄
I’m not sure if we mentioned the questionnaires that are sent out prior to a child’s development check up but they have always been brutal to us. They focus on what children should be doing for their age group and as we are all aware William isn’t at his age group so it was a lot of negatives for us. These are called the Ages & stages questionnaires and unless I am mistaken are to identify children who may have developmental disabilities. He will now be assessed based on the Nelson scale which focuses on the age he is at for each area rather than where he should be for his actual age. I think this will be much easier to help us understand the next steps in his development. We see little improvements and new achievements but we find that the standard ages and stages just doesn’t celebrate or include those and will continue to score zeros despite developing slowly at his own pace.
On the plus she has weighed and measured him and he is in the 25th percentile which is where he has been all along. This made me feel so much better about his eating habits as I do worry he may be underweight but apparently he is perfectly healthy… which is always good to hear.
I think because Sarah was all we had know for 4 years we held her on a pedestal and it was unfair to presume Louise would be inferior to her. She has already made a brilliant first impression but I guess I’m just skeptical due to the amount of agencies who have failed to uphold their promises but Louise seems really promising and honest and I guess that’s all we can ask for. She will only be with us until William starts school in a years time in which the school support will take over… if we get in but thats a whole other worry for another day.
Males inherit the X chromosome from their mothers, the Y from their fathers.
Williams results from the genetics testing came today and its a bit of a mouthful but… there was a variation from the normal pattern wirh interstitial hemixygous copy number gain Xp22.33. The test states there is additional genetic material.
Chromosome 22 is the second smallest human chromosome (21 is the smallest) including more than 51 million DNA sectors (they’re in pairs) and represent between 1.5 and 2% of the total DNA in cells.
There is no defined link between this and autism but there are a few case studies referring to it and those with learning difficulties but not enough research has been carried out. Its is classed medically as having uncertain clinical significance.
If it has come back as nothing detected that would have been shit but manageable.
If something would have been detected on his Y chromosome I wouldn’t have blamed Dave but I am sat here now blaming myself. After all the X chromosome came from me.
Have I done this to him? To us? The paediatrician will be booking in a consultation to discuss the results in more detail and establish if further investigations are needed but now I’m terrified of what they will say… will further investigation point the finger at me even more?
I just feel like I’m back at the beginning of our journey, like all the progress we’ve made in our acceptance and grieving over a child we thought we would have hasn’t mattered and I’m back to looking at him and crying because this could all be down to me.
I think I have been pretty vocal about how all appointments and referral seem to go round for us but I held out hope (in vain) for our most recent one, to the nappy service 🚼
Let me put a little context to this. William is 3 years old but developmentally under a year. Due to his physical age he is the highest available size of nappies. He is not currently able to be potty trained as he isn’t aware of when he needs to go toilet or if he is he is unable to communicate this as of yet.
William also suffers from a lazy bowel and it doesn’t always function and it should so mild laxatives are often needed to relieve him of discomfort as he can go over a week before naturally being able to pass a stool. As you can imagine the build up of waiting to go natural or the explosion of laxatives puts any nappy to the test but imagine this happening when there isn’t any that will fit him 🤢
William also displays sensory seeking behaviors and unfortunately this involves a fascination with his own faeces. The will result in him smearing the contents of his nappy over himself and his surroundings and on occasion he has put it in his mouth.
On a night we have had to put him in a onesie to stop him taking his clothes off and removing his nappy. Unfortunately for us the little Houdini has now learnt to remove a onesie as you can see below… thankfully he was busted in time and put back into his clothing jail.
We were worried as he gets bigger what will do and we were told that there is a nappy service in our area which provides children with special needs nappies in bigger sizes which is amazing. However nothing is ever that simple.
Let me start from the beginning…
Our GP sent a referral to the community nursing team
The community nursing team rejected this as he is under 4
NO ONE NOTIFIED US UNTIL WE CHASED THE REFERRAL
Our GP sent a referral to paediatric medicine
The sent it back to the GP with advice to refer to community nurses or the learning disability team
NO ONE NOTIFIED US AND OUR GP CLOSED THE REFERRAL
I chase the paediatric medicine team who told us what they had done
I call the GP and they tell me to call the community nursing team
I call them and they only know about the original referral and won’t accept another one as he is still under 4
I call the GP and have to tell them exactly what the paediatric medicine team have told me
SUDDENLY NOW I HAVE TOLD THEM WHAT HAS BEEN SAID THEY CAN SEE IT ON THEIR SYSTEM
They can not help as the person who deals with referral is off (I don’t think they’ve ever been in the office when I have called) but a manager of the surgery will call me back
Kerry calls me and has no idea why she is calling me. She thinks it’s regarding his autism assessment.
I HAVE TO REPEAT THE FULL CYCLE AGAIN WHILST SHE REPEATEDLY TELLS ME SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHATS HAPPENED
She is going to call our health visitor and William’s own paediatrician for help and call me back
She calls back, she has left word for the health visitor but doesn’t know if she can help. She has called CAMHS (children and adult mental health services) and they can not help. She has called learning disabilities team and they can not help and she doesn’t know what to do.
WELL KAREN (SHE IS NOW A KAREN, I HAVE DECIDED) NEITHER DO I AND IT’S NOT MY JOB TO KNOW!
She will send me some links to places that can help.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SENT ME… A LINK TO A CHARITY SHOP AND A SITE TO SUPPORT ADULTS WITH AUTISM. SO FUCKING HELPFUL!
I found it hard not to cry or be angry whilst on the phone with Kerry/Karen and I’m sure she could hear the break in my voice when I asked her ‘what are we supposed to do now?’
And that is the question, what do we do now?
We can’t be the first parents who have come across this, we can’t be the first to be in this situation. What happens when you fall into the gap? Do we just stay there for 8 months and have a bare bottomed child or tie a carrier bag to his waist?
If I failed to change and clean his bum for him when he was physically under a year old then I would have been classed as neglectful but what about now? He isnt physically under year but developmentally he is still in the same place. Am I being neglectful? Or are the services in place being neglectful by allowing this?
People often struggle to differentiate between a child with autism and a child who is being naughty.
As a parent who suffers with anxiety it is very difficult to go to certain places and deal with other people who don’t know William like we do.
Something as simple as a journey on a bus can set me into a tailspin, a small journey can lead to an argument due to the fact other passengers look at William as see what they deem as an ablebodied 3 year old in stroller taking up a space they feel someone else needs more. Not all disabilities are visible and what give you the right to assume!
A trip to a supermarket can lead to a full meltdown due to the hustle and bustle of different people, a different environment, bright lights and loud noises. One the rare occasions he will walk, he will often end up laid on floor and go floppy because he can’t handle the stimulation and lack of familiar surroundings and comfort. This is not a toddler having a tantrum because he can’t get sweets or doesn’t want to walk, its because he is in pain.
When we go to a restaurant, cafe or bar he will beeline for any food he can see, we will stop him before he takes it but it can lead to awkward conversations, dirty looks and whispered remarks. This isn’t because he isn’t fed at home or because he is rude. This is because food is such a high motivator for him and that the fact it doesn’t belong to him doesn’t even register.
I shouldn’t have to apologise for my son for being himself but I find it becomes a more frequent occurrence as time goes on. I shouldn’t have to explain why he is the way he is, there should be a wider understanding of the autism spectrum leading to acceptance.
I truly believe that autism awareness and understanding should be educated in schools so that future generations don’t make the same mistakes and assumptions. There are no definitive figures of those with autism as no record or register is kept but based on recent surveys 1 out of 100 has autism.
Think of the children in your child’s year at school, think of the children who you went to school with. I wish I had been more aware, more educated and a better person.
I want that for the future, for children like William and for parents like us who often feel we should apologise on behalf of our son when maybe, just maybe they should be apologising to us for their small mindedness.
There are a few words everyone single person in the world is fed up of hearing right now so I will just get them out of the way… * Coronavirus * Quarantine * Lockdown * Furlough
Not many people think like me but if you read my last post you will be aware that I rely on my job for a little break; a cheeky three day holiday in which I am not Mummy but I am Marie and Marie never has snot or other bodily fluids on her clothes, Marie very rarely has to speak to her colleagues in baby-talk and she can have a conversation which doesn’t end up getting hit or bitten. I love been a mom but I need that time to be Marie… Sometimes I forget who she is.
I know it was a risky thing to want but my goal was to stay in my office as long as possible, to maintain my routine (and in turn Williams) but also to keep hold of my sanity. I cried when I was told I would be needed to work from home, not just little tears but load messy ones. 😭
Dave tried really hard to let me work in peace in my little office/bedroom but it proved a little too difficult to forget I was there, especially during a particularly bad nappy explosion which I would have usually avoided had I been at work.
I made it through two shifts, The Wednesday of the first week and the Monday of the second. I’m not going to lie I probably did more work on those days that I would have done at the office because there were no distractions, Head phones on, blinds open and frantically typing away. On the Monday an email came out stating furloughs were on the cards and would be discussed with our line manager that day who would be in touch… Hours felt like days and then the call came. I was being furloughed and would not be allowed to work until further notice… this was indefinitely with no end date in sight. From a business perspective it makes perfect sense and I knew I would be one of the first on the list because lets face it. How much training can I do on my own in my bedroom. I had loads of material to work on but that isn’t a necessity. My complete access was revoked within 2 hours… ‘HELLO!!! I STILL WORK THERE!!!’ I can’t even sign into my laptop to write on here or play bloody solitaire. I can’t do anything… indefinitely. My anxiety kicked in; I didn’t finish my last presentation! would I ever finish it? It was really good, or I think it was but I can’t even check!
I’m still getting paid which is amazing as it means I can still provide for my little family but it does worry me that if this doesn’t end soon will all of us on furlough be first on the chopping block for redundancies… As HR put it: My role was identified as one in which the work can be absorbed by other areas of the business… what if they realise this can be done permanently? Now I have this little nagging feeling that I made a mistake when I changed my contract even though it made me eligible for my new role and I love my job but the little niggle is still there and i know it is completely irrational. I mean I know my work didn’t release this virus to get rid of me but that doesn’t stop my brain thinking all sorts 😷
William has been on top form since nursery closed its doors about three weeks ago. If you have read any of our previous blogs you will be well aware we are all slaves to his routine because he can not handle any changes. Plus lets add Chicken Pox to the mix because things aren’t difficult enough for him!!!
One of the first things that happens when something changes in his routine is that he stops eating and since food is such a high motivator for him that it is always a massive concern to us. He usually goes one or two days and will not eat a single thing, no matter how many of his favourite things we try to bribe him with. Popcorn – NO Cake – NO Sprouts – NO Chips – NO Mummy’s flesh – ALWAYS!
After a while he will start picking at small amounts. The dog loves these days as William will bring food to his mouth but then throw it behind him or just shove the full plate to the floor. Rusty eats so well on these days 🐕
The following day he will be ravenous and will demolish adult sized portions and then start on mine and Dave’s too. Occasionally the dogs and almost always any bits of paper he can get his hands (or should I say teeth) on. Unfortunately his poo doesn’t come gift wrapped like I so often joke.
Speaking of shit… Williams Neurodevelopmental paediatrician says its not uncommon for children with autism to have ‘lazy’ bowels which makes sense as he has never been regular but when it finally comes its usually uncontrollable and smeared all over his bedroom 💩 He doesn’t even care when he has been (the phrase happy as a pig in shit has never been so true 🐷) so it often goes unnoticed until the smell hits us 🤮 however there has been an exception recently… during a nappy change he crawled onto my lap for a cuddle or so i thought. He giggled and pooed all over me!!!
The other day on one of his no food days William decided he didn’t want to be anywhere near me all day. He stayed in the same spot on the sofa only moving to lift his arm for his juice. He didn’t sleep, he just laid there for hours staring into space. after a few hours he crawled on to my lap and curled up like one of those yappy little Yorkshire terrier type dogs. It was cute and I felt privileged he had come to me for some comfort. I welled up a little and stroked his hair and in return he threw up all over both of us and then for good measure all over the rug too 🤮 Every parent has to deal with messy incidents but William absolutely detests getting s bath or shower so it always results in more trauma for him… and us.
As time has passed he understands what no means but choose not to listen. He will stop what he’s doing, pretend to do something else and then decided to do it anyway. Last Thursday he was doing everything he usually knows not to, The things that could result in him getting hurt. He climbed on top of the TV stand and tried to pull the TV over… “William No!” He climbed the dining table and threw the contents to the floor… “William No!” He rattled all the kitchen cupboards. Purposefully spilt his drink on the floor. Fed the dog his breakfast. Threw the plate on the floor. Hit me when he realised he had no food left and then preceded to flip his table and chair. “No!” “No!” “No!” After a few hours I had to lock myself in the bathroom to get away from my 3 year old and have a cry… He cried the entire time I was in there whilst rattling the door handle #badmom I just needed a few minuets to let it out away from him and compose myself as he doesn’t understand when I’m upset or frustrated.
He knows I shouldn’t be at home, He knows he should be at nursery and he knows when he hasn’t seen Big Nanna. I don’t know if he will get used to this craziness and I don’t know if I want him to? I’m praying this ends soon. If he gets used to it things will be easier for us but then we will have the same battle on our hands if things get back to normal… not if! WHEN!! WHEN THINGS GET BACK TO NORMAL!
We call Big Nanna every day so he can hear her voice and she can hear him laugh and chunter…She sings round and round the garden to him and I do the actions. It adds a small amount of normality and routine to our long days but it makes me sad. He has a certain smile that he saves only for her and I miss seeing it. I miss seeing Nan’s face when he immediately leads her to the biscuit barrel or the mischief in his face when he finds both doilies in her living room and places them together (usually on the floor) The bond they have is so special and if i’m honest it makes me a little jealous sometimes but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I worry about Williams development now more than ever as he has been showing slow but wonderful improvements recently after a lengthy period of no change or even regression and I panic in case this drastic change causes him to regress again and it was devastating last time but he is slowly edging into the up to twenty months bracket and I really want him to get there. No movement is better than moving backwards but only time will tell. Will this be over in time for his PCP meeting in May. They told us it was a really important meeting to get his EHCP in place ready to start applying for schools in winter. Will this happen? What if because of this virus we can’t have our meeting, meaning he doesn’t have an EHCP, meaning we can’t get him into a school that would be suitable for his needs? Lisa (early years team) called to check we were OK and asked me to call her if I needed anything. Why didn’t I ask her these questions? If there is no end in sight by middle of April I will call her. I also need to chase his blood tests and genetics testing as we never heard anything and we are unlikely to do so now. Also no follow up appointment with his Neurodevelopmental paediatrician. Its crazy because its not essential healthcare but it is to my boy! it is to me! I feel utterly selfish thinking about these things but if I don’t who will?
I have always worshipped my Dad. I always wanted to gain his approval. It’s not that I didn’t already have it but I didn’t want to risk losing it. I waited until I was married before we started trying for a baby, You know the ‘right’ way.
I spent summers walking around garden centers with him as he picked out new plants for his pond, I spent nights listening to Jim Reeves and Johnny Cash and he used to let me stay up late unless I yawned… as soon as I yawned it was time for bed. This was a great trick I planned to use in the future.
My dad was the only boy out of three. He had an older sister and a twin sister. His eldest sister had a daughter, His twin had 2 daughters and he had Me and Helen. Helen then had my beautiful Niece. When we finally fell pregnant I was desperate for a boy. I had always wanted a little boy, I’m not sure why but deep down I think it was secretly for my dad. I tried to convince myself we were having a girl so that when our 21 week scan came round I wouldn’t be disappointed.
Now I don’t know if you have ever seen a baby scan at 21 weeks but they dont look anything like a baby. In fact William looked like an alien 👽 the print out we received was a close up of his terrifying little UFO face. As you can see he was cute and peanut shaped in his 12 week scan above and developed into E.T over the following 9 weeks. We didn’t even need to ask what sex he was because the little exhibitionist that he was had his legs open the entire time, every time the sonographer tried to obtain measurements of different areas he moved to once again show us his little todger. 😲
Holy shit we were having a boy! We were having a William Graham (my dad’s middle name and Dave’s dads first) and not an Alyson Rose. We immediately went shopping and purchased every blue baby grow we could find at Next, Matalan and Asda 💸
I called the Hobmans and dad had said he knew one of us would break the curse eventually 🙌🏻 I was so glad it was me.
I had visions of my dad taking him fishing, Dave taking him to watch Hull FC and eventually enrolling him a rugby club. 🏉
Throughout our journey so far I had avoided discussing it with my dad, I don’t know why. Would he blame me? would he treat William differently? would he even understand? My mum had always been the one to give him any updates before I shared anything publicly as I wasn’t ready for that conversation until it appeared in black & white and she asked me if I was telling him myself… and I did. I made that phone call and held it together long enough to tell him what we knew which even though it wasn’t alot, was still enough. I don’t remember the exact conversation but my dad, who has never been a man of many words simply said something along the lines of ‘Well it doesn’t matter does it. He’s happy and that’s all that matters and has two parents who are doing a great job’ conversation over. There was an immediate relief that rushed through me and I sat a cried. Not silent tears but loud, snotty, messy ones. I couldn’t even explain why I was crying and Dave just held me.
My dad has always had William few hours each week until I get home from work. They both seem to really enjoy this time together as they are always snuggled up when I get home as you can see below.
Tonight I took a leap and I went to see my dad and for the first time we spoke face to face through Williams next steps. He was so positive and encouraging. I’m not going lie, It took all my strength to hold it together and not cry.
I feel guilty about thinking he would be any different. He had never done anything that indicated he would be but in my head we were letting him down. Even though I am now 30 I still need him to be proud and tell me everything is ok.
He treats William the same way he always has because his difficulties don’t change anything. He is still our son and his grandson and if my mum voiced her suspicions to him like she did me then he probably knew William was struggling long before I could admit it to myself.
They can still go fishing 🎣 or do anything else a grandad does with their grandson; They can kick a football in the park, walk Rusty together (as long as William picks up the poop 💩) or as time goes on, go to the pub where my dad can hustle him at pool like he did with Dave and my Father in Law 🎱
I think a lot of my fears are down to my own insecurities which I then project onto others in an attempt to appear stronger than I actually am but I think as time ticks by I am getting better at being more open not only about Williams needs but also my own emotional ones.
Tuesday 19th November 2019… We were going into today’s meeting much more prepared than its predecessor. We went armed with my trusty notebook full of comments, questions and observations.
‘TAF’ meetings – Team around family meetings. They basically do as they say on the tin. Its a meeting in which the agencies involved in Williams development get together with his family to make sure we are all on the same page in order to help William as he gets older and to make sure we are all doing what is best for him.
Today’s guest appearances came from a member of the Early Years Development Team from Hull City Council. I never remember her name but she is lovely so I will make sure I find out. Sarah, our Health Visitor and Val, his key worker in nursery who specializes in SEN (special educational needs)
As always there is always good and bad news whenever we have an update…
Unfortunately all parties agreed that there had been little to no progress in regards to Williams development since he was initially granted level 2 funding. This was very disheartening even though we agreed with it 💔 He has now been awarded Level 1 funding which means Val will be with him all the time at nursery. This unfortunately means he won’t be spending any time with Linda which may cause a slight regression in his behaviour due to their bond but will be for the best as she isn’t SEN trained and can’t do some of things with him that Val can.
We touched on the subject of schooling 🏫 and whether he would attended a special school, a standard mainstream school or a mainstream school with special needs provisions. Although it is too early to make a decision we are putting steps in place to ensure that no matter where he enrolls he has all the support he needs. This includes setting up a PCP (person centered planning meeting) which is to help plan certain aspects of Williams future. Starting the EHCP (educational health and care plan) process. This is needed to be put in place to ensure William would be granted a place at whichever school would be best for him regardless of catchment areas. A referral is also being sent to the Outreach Team that deal with Ganton & Tweendykes special schools who can help support him both at nursery and at home🏡
And now for the bad…😢
Williams referral to the Autism Panel (this is a bit like the X-Factor panel but not as shit) mentioned in my previous post was stuck in limbo. Based on the Paediatricians letter he expected our GP to do the referral. We had called them the day after the letter was sent and they had confirmed it was received and they would process it. BUT… It turns out that GP’s can no longer submit referrals of this kind and it can only be done by…
A Paediatrician (WTF! why didn’t he do it?)
A speech and language therapist (We are still waiting⌚ apparently we are near the top of the list, have been allocated a therapist but it won’t be until next year)
Sarah said as this has recently just changed she will speak with our GP, confirm what is happening and if nothing was in place she would call the nursery manager and ask her to put the referral though. She promised to let us know later that day.
We knew from an early age that William was struggling developmentally but today it was confirmed exactly how much of a delay there was. His current development is within the age group of 0 – 11 months. This hit us like a bus 🚌 as neither of us imagined he was that far behind. This doesn’t mean he can’t catch up to his real age but the wider the gap the more difficult things will become for him but we can only take each day as it comes.
Sarah called later that day as promised showing us yet again what a superstar she is ✨ No referral was in place! She advised she wasn’t going to ask the nursery to do it… My heart sank until she explained why. She has asked our GP to refer us back to a paediatrician who can assess William to rule out any other issues and make the referral to the ASD (autism spectrum disorder) Panel. This would prevent any further delays down the line should he undertake a Triage (this is an assessment to see if he actually needs to go to the ASD Panel at all) and they ask for this then delays his diagnosis even further (No fucking wonder there is a 2 – 3 year wait!😡) She will chase this up for us in a few weeks if we haven’t heard anything. I honestly couldn’t praise Sarah enough for all the support she gives us.
When Dave and I left the meeting we agreed not to talk about it until we got home to let it all sink in. We don’t drive so it was a very silent and uncomfortable bus ride. Our discussion was so positive about what we can do for him in the future, how we will handle any obstacles and how much we love him.
But Dave wasn’t feeling positive and he was trying to be strong for me. He was devastated and broke down. ‘I just want him to be happy’ he cried. And then I cried. Not because I thought William was going to be unhappy but because Dave was crying and he had all the same fears as me. ‘He is happy and we will keep him that way. Today’s meeting doesn’t change that‘ Dave has seen the same videos you guys probably have of Autistic children have meltdown in the middle of things that most people take for granted like getting a haircut (we have cut Williams hair may times including once when I was using the clippers and the guard fell off… we had a bald child for a while), going food shopping or a change to their routine etc.
We will cope with these things if they arise. We may not cope well but together we will do it.