First stop: The Regular Pediatrician.
She referred us to a pediatric neurologist, which was our second stop.
There was a pediatric dentist in between. A necessary intermission.
And we traveled to another city to see a developmental pediatrician. Our third stop where we have been since. There could be more. I do not know. It seems like I am forever searching.
We made appointments with a speech therapist and an occupational therapist.
Family pitched in with their thoughts and encouragements. An aunt uttered psychiatrist. My mind whirled, but I kept my mouth shut.
Then I braced myself for what else was to be thrown at me. I’m not exactly saying bring it on. I mean I am more open-minded now than when I thought I was or was trying to be.
Here we go then.