You hear it all the time...how protective a mother is over her children. You see it everywhere in nature - I mean everyone knows not to approach a bear cub for fear the mother is just around the bend. She will rip your face off if she catches you. And she won't apologize afterwards...too bad for you, but you messed with my babies...now you have no eyeballs. Motherhood can take a previously calm, rational woman and turn her into a raging...well, you know.
When the kids were released from the NICU, they scheduled a developmental exam seven months out. Well, that exam was Tuesday morning. And I was secretely freaking out about it. Partly because I was really nervous that they would have some sort of developmental delay, and partly because I couldn't handle the thought that they might fail their first test. I can hear my brother right now saying "God forbid your offspring fail a test", but I can't help it - I had test anxiety for them!
I seriously considered giving them an extra serving of sweet potatoes to boost their carbs the night before, but I restrained myself. I even bought them new outfits to wear. Everyone knows if you look good you will feel better, right?!
Imagine my despair when Tyler spiked a temperature on Sunday evening that lasted well into Tuesday. We were up almost all night Monday night. He maybe got 2 hours of sleep. On the night of his first test. NOT a good start.
When the doctor started the testing on Tyler I knew immediately we weren't going to do well. You see, Tyler is by far the most tactile of the bunch. If there is something in his reach, he's grabbing it. When she held the red block in front of her, he just stared off into space. Uh oh. He eventually grabbed it half-heartedly with this right hand. His left hand never left his side. Uh oh again.
Meanwhile, I could hear Ellison in the next room having a meltdown. Yikes. We're 0 for 2 and we just started. I did, however, hear Haley yelling NANANA DADADA in the background. Check her off for verbal development!
Of course once we got back in the car we compared notes. Jeff was with the girls and I was with Tyler the whole time. In conversation, Jeff mentioned that the doctor said we might be guilty of "over-parenting" and we had delayed their development a bit. What the ???? I immediately went into mother bear mode. Grrrr...can't you hear the rant? "Who does she think she is?", "And what the heck does that mean?", "Does she even know what it takes to parent three babies at the same time?", "She'd better be glad she didn't say that to me", "What - like overparenting is worse than underparenting?", "So are we supposed to cut them off and tell them if they're hungry they'd better just get off their lazy behinds and get their own bottles 'cause mama ain't goin' overboard on this parenting thing anymore?" Deep breath, Jennifer. I'm sure her comment was innocent, but I still wanted to attack. At least I didn't rip her eyeballs out like my mother bear counterpart. I do have some restraint left.
In the end, they all did great! We haven't gotten the final results yet, but they decided we didn't have to bring them back for any further evaluations, so I guess that means we're right on track! They actually ended up testing as we thought they would. Haley scored highest on verbal, Ellison on cognitive, and Tyler on motor. Way to go kids - you passed your first test! Now go get your jammies on.