To break the monotony of building the track and to encourage imagination we have been using sensory play for a few months.
Full credit to my fellow Early Birds Mummy friend who introduced me to the concept of rainbow rice and cornflakes.
Cue large storage box, poundland cornflakes and the emergency vehicles.
It took him a few minutes to get stuck in. But soon we were scrunching, putting the cornflakes in pots and then making it rain over the vehicles.
Cones provided a track for the cars until he decided they were ice cream cones. Lovely to watch the imaginary play. Although being a literalist he then HAD to eat the cornflakes. Which is why the end of the activity was this…
My favourite echolalia of the moment…Bella Lasagne from original Fireman Sam “Mama Mia” offered today when I said “Mummy just going toilet”.
We have been in a whirlwind of decision-making since last Tuesday when finally finally finally we received the expected diagnosis. Apart from the few surprise tears as the paediatrician confirmed autistic spectrum disorder with sensory modulatory behaviour, I have felt relieved. Relieved to be believed, believed to be knowledgeable about our own child. Now it’s just a small matter of a new school nursery, new house and new world? Mama mia!
So we are on holiday and receive the call I’ve been hoping for so hard. We have been waiting 16 months but finally our paeditrician has drawn her conclusions about little A’s diagnosis. We will be cutting the break slightly short because frankly if someone offers you a diagnosis, you drop everything. Glad we chose a British staycation.
Have noticed since the call, and my initial tears of relief that we might be able to get answers, my brain has been busily at work.
Without knowing it, I have been holding back. I don’t know why the diagnosis of autistic spectrum disorder will make a difference yet but that part of my brain absorbed in imagining what might be going on has been slightly unburdened and wants to chat away.
Queue me jotting away on my phone throughout the break.
I have also said out loud to my husband that I want fiction writing to be my life. So it seems if nothing else the appointment this week will be the start of us all getting on with our life.