1 in 42 wont define us
On April 7, 2011 my life changed in the most amazing way, I became a mommy to a beautiful little boy. For nine months we imagined who he would look like, whose personality he would have. Chris was convinced he would be a basketball player. We were filled with so much hope and excitement for what our future would be like with our little boy. When Preston Christopher was born, we were on cloud nine.
On October 8, 2012, my life changed forever, with one little word that I never dreamed of, wanted, or planned for: Autism. With that one word, every dream, every hope, and every plan we had for our son was shattered. Our discussions of sports teams were replaced with discussions of therapists and doctors. Instead of wondering whose personality he would have, we had other questions. Will he ever speak? Will he have friends? Will he go to college? Will he get married? Will we need to care for him forever?
For months, I cried every day. Every. Single. Day. We mourned all of the hopes and dreams we had for our son, and questioned how this could happen to our sweet, innocent boy. The cry was one that I never experienced before; it came from the pit of my stomach and took over my whole body.
One day I stopped crying and I looked at my son. He was perfect in every way. I decided it was time to stop crying and start fighting. He began therapy twice a day, 6 days a week. Every night I would rock him to sleep and whisper in his ear "I know you're in there, and I'm coming in to get you."
A few years later, our baby Piper was born. We waited to find out the sex of the baby, mostly because I knew if it was a boy, the odds of autism went up, and I didn't want to spend my pregnancy worried. The day she was born, I sobbed, marveling at her perfection, but also with the relief that she would probably be okay. She was put into a study at the Marcus Autism center, where at 12 months, they told me there were too many factors to rule out autism.
This time I didn't cry (that's a lie, maybe a few. And perhaps some overwhelming sighs on how we were going to manage all these therapies :)!). Through the years, we'd learned what we needed to do. We had the tools, and the teams in place. We went straight to work.
Today Preston is 8. He still receives therapy, but he is doing great in his 2ns grade class with his typically functioning peers. Piper is a lovable, hilarious 3.5-year-old, always ready to hold her own against her 2 older siblings. After 2 years of intense therapy, at her 3 year assessment, Piper was ruled off the spectrum. She continues to show some social vulnerabilities that we are working with, but her future is bright and full of potential. Pearson is the smart and scrappy middle child, who thinks it's unfair she doesn't have autism too (who doesn't want all those super powers?!). All 3 of my children are my teachers, my heart. Autism may make us a statistic but will never slow us down.
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