International Clinic

Yesterday, Emerson met with a doctor who specializes in international adoptions. He, also, had to see a nutritionist and a physical therapist. Everyone seemed very pleased with how he looks and how he is adjusting. The main concern is his language development; but, even that is coming along. He tries to pronounce words and does a great job communicating his wants and needs. For example, he let everyone in the place know that he did not want or need his blood drawn yesterday after already having been at the medical building for almost two hours.

Poor Veronica had a rough time with everything. She got bored almost immediately although we carried in 3 bags (no joke!) of food, books, and toys. She got upset whenever Emerson would start crying...which was quite a lot. Remember, he has a fear of anything that resembles a medical facility. She did enjoy the physical therapist though. They got to play with all kinds of toys while the therapist observed Emerson. It was really difficult for Veronica when we went to the lab and they pulled out the needles for the draw. Ron ended up taking Veronica out to the waiting area. Why did we not do that in the first place, you ask? Well, we had heard they would want both of us in there to help hold him so that he would not jerk during the blood draw. That probably would have worked just fine if the veins would have cooperated and allowed the process to be quick. However, even after finding the better vein, it ended up collapsing and she had to start over with the other arm. Yikes!

Ron and I had a good laugh last night though. We had started talking about the day. I mentioned how much I enjoyed watching the physical therapist at work and how that was right up my alley. I loved talking fine motor and gross motor skills. Ron on the other hand had apparently been thinking how that job would be such a nightmare. It is true...opposites do attract. Hee, hee!

Emerson will have an eye appointment in the near future and an appointment with the craniofacial team. It is difficult to think of all that is headed his way.

Oh, by the way, I knew I had been forgiven for all that we had just put him through because Emerson gave me a couple of kisses before we left the parking lot. Oh, he melts my heart!