My Son's Story With Apraxia

I will never forget the way I felt when I found out thatthrough the state, since that was all I felt I could do at
my three year old son had apraxia. Relief! Yes, that'sthe time.
right, I was relieved to find that my son's severeBy age three, he was able to say "Mama" and "Dada",
speech delay had a name and I had something to holdand would also say "no" and "wawa" for water. He
on to in order to research what I did not know.didn't sing, though he would dance to music, and he
When my son was only 10 months old, I knewenjoyed it. He was a great kid, with an easy going
something wasn't right. He would smile and interact,temperament and he didn't notice that people couldn't
and his motor development was on track (he wasunderstand him. I admired his innocence and
crawling and grasping), but he wouldn't imitate orobliviousness to his speech delay. But I worried that
babble. Since I had a daughter that said her first wordchildren would make fun of him, that he would do okay
at 7 months, and was reciting the ABC's by a year old,in school, and if he would be able to communicate one
I thought maybe he was delayed, but wasn't sure.day.
People told me that he would grow out of it and heOnce he was registered in Priority Preschool
was too young to come to any conclusions. I knew in(preschool for kids with special needs in Arizona), I met
my gut that I needed to at least look into it. I asked thewith his speech therapist, and she told me that she
pediatrician at his one year appointment, and shewas using therapy that she used with kids with
referred me to a speech therapist to appease me,Apraxia. What? I had never heard that term before.
since I was so concerned.The therapist sifted through his paperwork and asked
The speech therapist definitely said he had a speechif he had ever been diagnosed or profiled for apraxia?
delay and referred me to the state program, whichNope!
was such a blessing for support and resources, but stillWhen I got home, I ran to the computer and Googled
didn't have a "name" or "label" for my son't speech"apraxia". Voila! I devoured every word, and thought,
delay. By fifteen months, I had a developmentalist"That's my son! That's what he has!" I didn't need a
coming to my house once a week to see him, and I"diagnosis" from anyone, I knew this was what we
was involved in a playgroup for children who hadwere dealing with.
different kinds of delays, whether it was speech,I spent hours researching apraxia, and found support
motor skills, or the child who had a form of autism. Itgroups, and even a conference to go to. I immersed
was great to talk with other moms, but I still didn't havemyself in finding out as much information as possible. I
any answers, they would just say he had a severelearned that I needed to get my son private speech
speech delay.therapy as soon as possible, and continue his therapy
He wasn't eligible for State funded speech therapy untilat home as well. By the time my son was four and a
he turned two, and he still was not pronouncing anyhalf, he was over 85% intelligible, meaning that a
syllables. I yearned for him to say "Mama", but all Iperson could understand 85% of what he said.
could get was a grunt or a sign with his hands. (SignHe went through kindergarten with no problems in
language was enforced during therapy and playgroup,reading and writing, and speaking quite well. Though he
so we had a lot of the basics down which easedwas not at the level of most kindergarteners for
some of his (and my) frustration.) Finally, with speechspeech, he was improving. At the end of the year,
therapy once a week, he was getting some help withwhen the speech therapist, couselor, teacher and I met
his speech, though progress was agonizingly slow.to discuss his therapy and progress, they told me that
At the end of every session, I would ask, "What'she is doing very well and that his therapy would
wrong? Why isn't he making progress? Is therecontinue and they expect him to not need it after next
something else going on?" No one had an answer, notyear. I couldn't help but cry.
a label, possible diagnosis, nothing. They would tell meNow, my son is a thriving first grader who has friends,
that he was normal in every way, except that he hadis involved in sports and fights with his sister like any
a "severe speech delay". I felt so isolated, becausekid his age. I am so proud of how hard he has worked,
people didn't understand and continued to tell me thatand glad that I didn't give up!
he will grow out of it. I continued on with his therapy