When Jackson was 15 months old he was as happy as could be, could follow multiple step directions with ease and loved being around people, but he was not able to communicate verbally with them. Our doctor said, " Wait and see how he is at 18 months." He gained a few more words, bust mostly grunted or pointed.
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I remember Todd and I filling out all of the paperwork for his evaluation. We had to answer some tough questions and realize that the outcome of the evaluation could be hard to hear. We took Jackson to his evaluation and I remember sitting behind the glass with Todd watching and tears rolling down my face because someone was evaluating my baby and was going to tell me he wasn't "perfect". Being a kindergarten teacher, I am often the person that has that first tough conversation with parents. Telling them that their child may be struggling in a certain area, or that some type of evaluation might be needed. This time it was different, I recognized these struggles in my own child and had to move forward to help him be more successful.
We had Jackson evaluated and he was diagnosed with an Expressive Speech Delay.
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He started one on one speech therapy twice a week for half hour sessions with a wonderful therapist names Ruth. Todd and I weren't able to take him to his sessions because of work so either our wonderful babysitter Michele would or our parents. We often had them video tape the session behind the two way mirror so we could see what they were doing and could better support Jackson at home. We also had a notebook that Ruth wrote in and gave us "homework".
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Todd and I went as much as we could- taking mornings off from work, when we were off of school and all summer. We have spent countless hours in front of the mirror playing sound and word games, blowing bubbles and blowing candles out to strengthen the muscles in Jackson's mouth and trying to use every possible moment as a teachable one.
As time went on, Jackson was dropped down to one day a week. Jackson loved going to "Ruth's house", other wise known as The Kaufman Center. Our whole family was amazed at the growth we saw with Jackson. His frustration level went down and he was able to communicate with other children with much more clear language.
In January Ruth said that he had met all of his goals and he was developmentally speaking at his age level and his vocabulary in some areas is well above his age. This was such wonderful news, something that I hadn't expected to hear for a long time. When we went into speech, they said,
"We hope to have him discontinued by the time he goes to kindergarten."
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Nineteen months later... Jackson was discontinued from speech today.
We couldn't be more proud of Jackson for how hard he has worked during his therapy sessions and at home.
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We feel very blessed that Ruth came into our lives. Ruth changed Jackson's life forever and for that we can't say thank you enough. Maybe down the road we will have to go and spend some time at "Ruth's House" again, but for now, Jackson's words are music to our ears.