We are taking Buki to the developmental pediatrician this week to finally get his formal diagnosis. I have so many different emotions right now.
First, it’s a relief to finally get this done. We’ve been waiting for months for this to happen, and we’re seeing the best doctors Chicago has to offer. That is comforting. It’s also great to know that we can finally get therapy started.
But also, it’s daunting and scary. I still hold onto that far-fetched hope that the school was mistaken and that a doctor will tell us it’s not autism at all. I know, it’s a long shot, and deep down I’m pretty sure it is. But I can’t deny that feeling is there.
With all of it comes worry as well. How will we afford to pay for all this therapy he desperately needs? How do I ignore all my fears about what the future holds and just focus on one day at a time? I love my son so much. He is one of the sweetest, brightest, and funniest kids I know. I just want the world to see that too.
The evaluation takes place Thursday morning. So if you’re a praying person or want to send positive vibes our way, it would be appreciated. Here we go.