DD1 had her first OT assessment today.
It wasn't the worst it could be, but it wasn't good, either.
I'm not surprised. I knew it wouldn't be a case of, 'Why ever was your daughter referred here? She doesn't need OT.'
But I'm still down about it.
I should be used to it. There was always something different - I'm not going to say 'wrong' - from the get-go, and DH's father's side has such a genetic component for dyspraxia and learning disabilities.
I made the mistake of filing away my copy of her DLA form earlier.
Even dumber, I looked at it.
I had to be so negative about my beautiful, golden little girl.
'Part 666 - Getting dressed and undressed: tell us about how your child is a 2-year-old in a 4-year-old's body and can't coordinate her limbs to even find a hole in her clothing, much less understand the concept of buttons'.
'Part 10 to the 3rd power - Communicating with other people: tell us about the stark differences between your delayed child and her sister, who's 2.5 years younger and can already do things your child cannot. Will she ever?'
I'm not doing so well tonight.