Hopefully, Boo is done being poked and prodded for a while. He had a dentist appointment on Tuesday and a fasting blood draw for labs today. Both visits went well. We both adore his dentist, Dr. Rick. He is a very patient man who meets every kid where they are at. He is perfectly happy to give Boo all the time he needs and Boo will cooperate with him. Boo willingly sat in the chair, but when the doctor asked if he could look at his teeth, Boo responded via his AAC “No, I want to go to school.” Dr. Rick said school was great and he loved that Boo loved school, but could he please check out his teeth? After a little negotiating, Boo opened his mouth, the dentist poked around and then said we were good to go for the next six months. Whew! I will be so sad when Boo ages out of his practice, and I left him a stellar review.
We have gone to the same pediatric clinic since Boo was born. Though his personal doctor is great and loves working with differently abled clients, I have always done a slow burn at the nurses, who tend to treat Boo as if he is either deaf, or piece of furniture. We had to wait a while in the lobby, surrounded by batches of rug rats. Boo kept giving me the side eye, as if to say, “Why are we sitting here with all these little gremlins?”. Eventually we were called back. As usual, the nurse spoke only to me. Via Sam, Boo said, “Hello, how are you?” Literally, the nurse jumped and then stared at him. Then she grinned and said, “That is such a cool device!” I agreed with her and told her it was a total game changer for how Boo can communicate. She asked him if she could draw some blood. Boo gave her an emphatic “No!” I told him it would be just a quick poke and then we would go get a juice box. I held his arm and we practiced deep breathing while she drew the blood. The whole time Boo was saying , “No.” When she said she was all done, Boo said “Juice Box.” I agreed that a juice box was definitely in order and we high tailed it out of there. We went to Starbucks and I got him a juice box and me a latte. Then we just hung out for a bit to debrief. When he seemed ready, we hopped back in the car and headed for Focus Beyond. At school, he never looked back for me. He grabbed Sam and his bag and headed for the door in a gaggle of teens, perfectly happy.
I am in awe every day at the voice an AAC has given my son. He is able to clearly state what he likes, what he doe not like, and what he wants to do. He and I are definitely getting a lot of pleasure at the double takes people give when then realize they have grossly underestimated him. So, Boo is now at school. I am mass producing Christmas cards, fueled by some very dark coffee. The dogs are asleep in their patch of sun. Life is good. Look for miracles. They might just appear in the form of a gangly teen with an AAC.
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I am so happy for Boo now that he has Sam. Just imagine what anyone’s life would be like without the ability to communicate!