Wednesday, January 15, 2014


my little man.

He has the sweetest looking face, and my heart melts whenever I look at him. :)

He has a special relationship with his daddy. He will gladly go to him over me any day, and I'm ok with that. :) He laughs at Hazel running around, or funny/random parts in movies, and he loves phones, tools, and just being able to climb anything and everything. You know, like all boys do. :) He teaches me patience, and how to let things go. He definitely has his mother's heart. :)

Quenton and I have notice since this past summer that Jude isn't really saying words. When he was around 17-18 months, we decided to mention it to his pediatrician. I thought nothing would really happen since Jude wasn't even 2, but the doctor said we should bring him in to get looked at. We did, and the doctor said he wanted Jude to see a Speech Language Pathologist. We took him last week, and found out that he has a speech delay, and needs to go for a hearing test in the next couple months. We're having Early Intervention come to assess him here at home in the next couple weeks, which will be so helpful in giving us more tools to help Jude communicate. We also need to have him further assessed at the Glenrose because of some red flags that came up during our visit. We've seen these flags ourselves, so I'm anxious to know what is going on. I know that I've never gotten a kiss from Jude, that he doesn't always respond to his name or directions we give him. I can barely type this without getting a lump in my throat (if you know me, you know that it takes nothing to get me to tear up, so when it comes to my kids, everything is a lot closer to the surface). You never expect that your child will have certain struggles, and when they do, you know you will move anything and everything in this world to help them. It is so difficult to see him get frustrated when he can't communicate all his needs.
To be honest, I didn't think I could be a mother of a child with special needs. I have friends who have children with special needs, and I've always thought, "wow, they are amazing moms. I could never have the energy to give what I would need to give to a child." The secret, though, is that when it's your child, you DO have what it takes to serve them and help them with their struggles, whatever they may be. I recently read this blog post, and it couldn't have come at a more perfect time for me. No matter our situation, God is always there. Jude is teaching me so much, and helping me to feel my Heavenly Father's love and support. Just the other night I went in to have some cuddles with him, and he actually pulled my arms around him to give a bigger, tighter hug. Sometimes you don't need words.

I love you, Jude.