
Julianne had her doctors appointment on Tuesday. Not just any regular doctors appointment. This is the appointment we have been on a waiting list to get to for months. It is with another neurologist. A neurologist, that I am told, is "thorough" and specializes in developmental delays and such. I must tell you, however, that I googled this doctor, and was worried that he was going to be very old. THAT worried me. I feared he would be "old school" and not up to date on the new and improved way of medicine.
As a mother....I think about my child having to struggle from here on out to do everything. Struggle to try to make sense of letters and numbers. Try to make your way through school when you can't remember anything from day to day. Struggle to get a job as an adult, because education was so hard, what kind of job will she be able to do? Her personal relationships will be strained...people will not understand, and I fear she will be alone, without friends. How will she help her own children with homework? and so on, and so on and so on.

But, then I remember that this is Julianne we are talking about. The child whom everybody loves. The little girl who is so sweet and funny and dripping with cuteness. She can charm the skin off a snake. My sweet girl who just goes on and on, and who lives every day as it comes. If anybody has a chance to overcome this disability, it is her. People love her. And I think that because she is so lovable, she gets that little extra help from those who help her.....because they love her too.
How could you NOT love this....
Well the Doctor was a very nice man, and Jeff and I were both impressed. Julianne, of course, was a social butterfly who charmed the socks off of him! After a long, and extensive battery of testing and questions, we were given his opinion. He feels she has a cognitive deficit, and probably a low IQ. As sad as this makes me, I agree, probably. He said the words mental retardation....that she wasn't as bad as that...blah blah blah....but that she probably will never be at the same level as her peers. Her curve of learning will always be below theirs.
Always.
He wants her to try stopping the ADHD medicine, and see how she does.
We are in for a long haul of work trying to get her what she needs.
Poor baby. She doesn't deserve this kind of hard road to walk.