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Too many what if’s

I worry a lot.  It’s usually about dumb things, like getting to the babysitters’ too late, or forgetting something when we take a trip.  I know, in the grand scheme of things, it’s OK if we get to the babysitters’ a little later than normal, and we can always buy whatever it was that we forgot.

But there’s something that’s been nagging on my mind for a few months.  I keep trying to push it away, thinking that I’m just over-reacting again.  But I can’t.  It’s really been bothering me.

Claire doesn’t talk yet. 

Sure, she babbles and she laughs.  She says “mamamamama” and “doy doy.”  But she doesn’t say Mama when she points to me.  She doesn’t mimick us.

She hears me fine.  I ask her if she wants more Cheerios and she shows me the sign for “More.”  She’s figuring out the sign for “All Done.”  But, she can’t moo like a cow, or say “milk.”

I worry that we’re not challenging her enough.  We don’t interact enough with kids.  We don’t play outside enough.  It’s hard, since JR and I both work.  There aren’t enough hours in the week to take her to the park or a playdate.  But what if we’re raising a kid who can’t interact with kids?  What if she doesn’t say something before she’s 15 months – just a month and a half away?  The doctor said that if she doesn’t say real words by then, she’ll test her hearing.  But I know she hears fine.  She responds to us when we talk to her.  She just doesn’t talk back.

It’s hard to express my concern to people around me.  They try to make me feel better by downplaying what’s happening.  My neice (who’s only 2 weeks older than Claire and already has a large library of words) talks because she’s around her older siser.  Claire babbles, so she’s fine.

But all that does is make me feel worse.  I want to be taken seriously and for someone to acknowledge that there MIGHT be something going on here.  Even if the solution is just for us to spend everyday JUST talking to her, and encouraging her to talk back.  I just want someone to tell me that this MIGHT NOT be just me overreacting. 

I never thought I had a mother’s instinct, but what if I do?  What if I’m right about this and we don’t DO anything? 

What if there’s something really wrong?


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