Cooper is officially starting "school" on Tuesday. Considering this day was supposed to come when Cooper was 5 or 6, this is going to be a rough day for me. In my head, I know that this will be good for him. He is going to the Allen School, a developmental school for infants to pre-K children with developmental delays like Cooper, kids with cerebral palsy, Down syndrome, autism, etc. He has access to speech, physical, and occupational therapists plus many wonderful teachers. This is what my logical, reasonable brain is telling me.
However, the emotional part of my brain and heart is resisting this move. He is mine! I don't want him spending all day (8:30-3:30) five days a week away from me! I feel like I have somehow failed as a mother because I can't help him in the way that he needs. I've already cried several times and I know Tuesday it is all I am going to do.
With all of this going on, I have been thinking a lot about Cooper and why God chose to give him to us. He has definitely been a challenge and I admit that I am jealous of everyone with "normal" babies. I know that there is no perfect child, but Cooper comes with his own special set of difficulties. This month alone, we are going to an endocrinologist, a pulmonary doctor, a neurosurgeon, and an ophthalmologist. He also has two radiology appointments: one for his thyroid and one for his skull. And that is just April. Plus, as a seven month old, he is still not rolling over, reaching for things, sitting up, etc. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE him! And he is beautiful! And is FINALLY smiling at me and happy all the time, but it is just happening so slowly!
Sorry for the rant!