Recently, we took the trio to their second developmental appointment. They are rather routine in the world of multiples. For those of you unfamiliar with these appointments, though, multiples are often discharged from the hospital after birth with a recommendation to visit Dr. Developmental’s office in order to ensure that any developmental delays are caught in time and physical/occupational therapy can be given. I left the hospital thinking that I would go simply because I was curious. I wasn’t concerned about the babies – they would develop what and when God created them to develop. I also figured the doctor would immediately place us in some unnecessary therapy for three month olds.
Our first appointment was when they were three months old – the week after Christmas. I went. But was skeptical. Turns out, they were fine and did not immediately place us in therapy for (in my opinion) no reason. In fact, they suggested we schedule just a follow up appointment for six months from then. Wow! I was shocked! And I was thoroughly impressed with the doctor and the staff. Oh, and the babies were doing all the newborn things they were supposed to be doing. Yay!
Jump back to our recent appointment, we scheduled it for 9-ish months. This was much different than the last appointment in that they were all, well, awake. Haha! Gone are those newborn-sleepy days. :sigh: Anyways, they took in every inch of their surroundings and stared wide-eyed as the ENTIRE office staff giggled and pointed and laughed and looked and oohed/ahhed at them. There are seriously times, when I want to just gather my chicks under my wings and tell everyone to BACK OFF. …ahem…sorry. They really were nice and sweet and funny, but it does get old.
When we got to see the doctor, she did a series of “tests” on them in their little “desks.” It was so cute! There were language and problem-solving tests. David and I were cracking up! Nine months, people!! It was so funny. They had to find the bright red bead, listen for the bell, find objects, jabber away, stack things, etc. The scores were added up and…they tested right at their actual age!!! I have to admit it was a very good feeling to know that my babies are testing well (SATs, here we come, haha!). Often, babies born prematurely are meeting milestones for their adjusted age. And since ours were born eight weeks early, their adjusted age was seven months – but there they were meeting the milestones for their actual age! We are very grateful for healthy babies (though we certainly would have been thrilled if God had chosen us to care for a special needs child!).
We left the office planning to schedule another follow-up for six months from now (a full year from our very first appointment!). I made one because I can’t wait to see what they use for those tests. …smile…
Enjoy the pics (and props to whomever guesses correctly which girl is which)!