Our third child a son, whom we named Timothy, was a normal
newborn with a sprinkling of red hair in January of 1992. Things went well with
him until the third month of age when he got quite ill. He was admitted to our
local hospital with respiratory distress. He would spend a week there most of
the time in an oxygen tent.
It’s important to note that prior to
going into the hospital he was on target as far as weigh and development goes.
Being that he was my third child I had none of the worries that I had with my
other two children. Timmy’s pregnancy went better then the first two did. So
the whole experience went smoothly, until he went into the hospital at the end
of his third month of life.
After he got home things started to go
downhill and we were at the hospital more often then not with this tiny little
boy who seemed to be very atypical of my other children or any other child I
Things continued to go from bad to
worse that first 2 years of his life and he spent more time in the peds unit in
our local hospital. There were times we didn’t think he’d live, yes things were
that critical. Ninety Nine percent of the time he was in there for respiratory
distress, and once it was for the flu. He was delayed severely because he
didn’t have the energy to do as he should be doing. He was also very anti-
social but I think that stemmed from having too many people do medical things
to him. Those things had to be done to save his life.
We were dealing with failure to thrive,
as seemed to be too tired to eat, perhaps he just didn’t care. I know people
will say all babies eat when you give them a bottle but Timmy would not eat, no
matter what we tried. His formula was fine and did not give him gas, and
sometimes he’d eat baby food but not most of the time. He screamed when people
would hold him, and it didn’t matter who held him. He was very content to sit
or lay next to you as long as you did not make direct eye contact or touch him.
Sometime during the middle of the third
year of Timmy’s life I got tired of being told by the pediatricians that he was
just slow but would catch up on his own. So I took him out of there and into
family medicine at our local hospital and the first doctor a sports medicine
doctor named Donald Phykitt, we seen was outstanding. He finally listened to me
and a development specialist was contacted. He seen everything I was seeing and
he knew Timmy needed help.
When we met with the development
specialist I was floored to say the least. Some how our pediatric department
missed some serious delays that I as a parent seen. An early intervention team
was brought in to work with Timmy in our home. On their first visit here he was
tested thoroughly and was found to be 22 months delayed on average across the
board. I was floored cried for days; I questioned how God could do this as I am
sure many parents do when they find out devastating news such as this do.
Then I got determined to help Timmy
grow to his potential and be all that he could be. Everyday there was some sort
of therapist at out home and I sat and watch them work with my son and I
learned much. I used what they did and did it when they weren’t there and I did
my share along with my two other children. His physical, occupational and
speech therapists were excellent no doubt and they came once a week, but his
general therapist Chris Little would work with him on everything and was here
often. His speech therapists set a goal for him for 6 months in the future and
Timmy met it in just 2 months. Within six months all the therapists except for
the general therapist were gone, simply because Timmy was excelling with all
When Timmy was almost 5 Attention
Deficit Hyperactive Disorder was added to his diagnosis with a trip to a
neurologist. A friend suggested I take him to see a chiropractor for the fine
motor skills which were not coming …