September 14, 2011 was a very special day. My parents had been trying to conceive another child for 4 years, and it had finally happened. At the time I was 10, and I did not understand why our parents wanted another child. I was still trying to deal with my other two siblings, and now I would have to deal with three. My sister, Avery, was stoked at the thought of another sibling. She dreamed and prayed that it would be a baby girl. She was sick of trying to bribe me to play dolls with her, and needed a new companion to force into Barbie games. My brother, Brody, had no idea what was going on till my parents brought home a baby. He was the most oblivious 6 year old on the planet. My dad was the most excited. My mom and dad were unable to conceive …show more content…
My aunt Cassie had had a baby around the same time as Ben. When compared to my new cousin HayLee, Ben was progressing a lot slower. My mother and father had finally agreed to take Ben to a doctor. After numerous test, the doctor informed my parents that Ben has Apraxia. Childhood apraxia of speech (CAS) is a motor speech disorder. Children with CAS have problems saying sounds, syllables, and words. This is not because of muscle weakness or paralysis. The brain has problems planning to move the body parts needed for speech. I didn’t understand any of this till I was about 14. I just remember walking in on my mother kneeling at her bed praying and crying. It was hard to watch her in this stage. My mom didn’t know how to handle this situation handed to her. It was rough for our whole family. As I watched Ben try to communicate with his cousins and friends, all I wanted to do was scream. I had vowed to make sure Ben was always happy, and now I had to watch him get rejected by his peers. The worst part was that there was nothing I could do. My parents had raised us to turn to God when we are facing trials, but all I could do is question
CAS is a very specific disorder with a very specific profile, and is thus different from “typical” speech sound disorders. The hypothesis of CAS in ASD (the CAS-ASD hypothesis) is that “CAS contributes to the inappropriate speech, prosody, and/or voice features reported in some children and adults with verbal ASD” (Shriberg et al., 2011, p. 405). For this to be true, the speech, prosody, and voice findings in children with ASD must not only be unusual or disordered, but they must also fit into the particular profile of CAS.
My brother was born December 15th, 2002. I remember trying everything I could to help raise him. I knew he was different, he didn’t act like any of the other kids. I still loved him though, I would always try to play with him. Through time he would begin to trust me, we solved puzzles, we watched movies, and we even started to wear the same clothes. He trusted me and he would copy me any way he could. We became closer after our apartment building burnt to the ground. I helped him through his trauma and soon enough we were back to play again. My family uprooted and moved to Utah to live. My brother struggled with school, I’d remedy this by helping him read, write, and
Aspergers is a higher functioning form of Autism although some may have it worse than others. This is more common in boy than it is in girls. When having this condition people may have a hard time talking or socializing with people they aren’t close with or don’t share the same interests with. Kids with Aspergers usually show interest in specific topics such as superheroes, cars, insects, pretty much anything. They also enjoy things like television, video games, tablets, phones, basically anything with a screen. With a screen usually comes bright lights and loud noises. People with Aspergers don’t enjoy either of these things so to keep them safe from it use sunglasses and noise blocking earmuffs.
I was one of the( quintuplets, six babies born at once), I am Trinity.I have four sisters and their names are Laila, Lillie, Aurora,and Makayla ow i forgot i have a brother chris.One day my brother and sisters and I went trick or treating they saw a house that said nobody's home and Brooklyn went inside the house which was disobeying her mother.
It was August 25, 2006 and I just received the news that I was going to have a baby. At that moment so many thoughts ran through my mind. I was extremely nervous and terr...
14 years ago my mom gave birth to my brother who was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy because he was not breathing when they delivered him. At the time I was two years old and I was not aware of what challenges my brother would face. I had no clue on why our house was filled with people everyday coming to see my brother after my mom got home from work. Learning later in life that a Physical Therapist, Developmental Therapist, Occupational Therapist, and a Speech Therapist visited him on a daily basis. Some of them who grew attached to our family and we still see on a regular basis. They only came to the house until he started kindergarten. My mom later told me that he was in a early development program which only lasted for the first five years
Having my childhood took away from me was a very tough especially when I was just a child myself expecting a child. Expecting is very scary no matter the age. Expecting is suppose too be a happy time for the mother and family members. No one was happy when I found out I was expecting. When I was twelve years old I was raped in the middle of the night in my bedroom by my soon-to-be stepbrother. He threatened to take my life if I told anyone. Before it happened I was a normal girl. I played softball, did cheer, grew up in a very strict house, and was always hanging out with friends. My life changed on April 14th, 2011. I went to the doctor for a rash that had broken out all over my body and I had to pee in a cup. I was positive for being pregnant.
Two of the greatest days of my life were the days my daughters were born. The first time I held the both of them and gazed into their eyes I felt a sense of relief and hope. The feeling is a warm tingling sensation that engulfed my entire body. The emotions that I felt are beyond what words can explain. It’s amazing to me that in the first few minutes of their lives they completely changed my perception of the world.
In the morning of the 31st of May 2012, my son Kevin was born. I will never forget that moment when I first got to hold him, he was tiny, peaceful and innocent, just a perfect little boy. When I kissed his little forehead, I wanted the world to stand still, and keep this perfect moment frozen forever.
First of all, when I was a baby, my Mom noticed that I was not responding when she called my name. Each time Mom took me to the doctor, the doctor said everything was fine. One time the doctor clapped behind my head to test my hearing. I turned to the doctor and the doctor told Mom, “See, he can hear.” When I was 18 months old, Mom asked the doctor, “shouldn’t he be talking by now?” The doctor said,” Boys are slow. My son never talked until he was 2 ½ years old and then he just started talking in sentences.” But, Mom didn’t give up. She took me to an audiologist to have my hearing tested. The audiologist diagnosed me as being deaf. This is where I was truly my own body, being deaf without a cochlear implant. My parents showed they loved and cared about me by not giving up when they thought something was wrong. This is kind of ironic because I was my own body and my parents wanted to change it for the good. Meaning that they want to give me a cochlear implant so I can hear.
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I was 7 months when I found out that I was pregnant. My mom thought it was time that we told the rest of the family I was scared cause I didn't want them to think that I was a bad person, but my mom said who cares what they think if they think negative she already here and there is nothing that we can do about it now and It was also my fault for doing what I did. We drove to Wichita and went to go visit the family and go and tell the family that I was having a baby girl. We got to the house and talk for a little and see what was going on with them and stuff. We found out that my cousin Briana was having a baby boy as she told me that my mom said, “ guess who's having a
I got up, dressed myself, and didn't bother putting any make-up on because I knew I would probably be crying. We went into the doctor's office and found out that I was a little over three months pregnant. When the nurse said those seven words, I started to cry. I looked over at my mom and she had tears in her eyes. I didn't know what to think. I wanted it to be a dream, that I would wake up from and everything would be okay. We then listened to the heartbeat, which was really fast. It was really neat and it made us cry some more. The nurses asked me a whole bunch of questions, gave me on some prenatal pills to sample, and then told me to schedule an appointment to come back sometime next week. They acted like it was no big deal. Well, it was, didn't they realize that I was only seventeen years old, a senior, and not even out of high school yet. I could no longer be the carefree cheerleader, who had fun with her friends every weekend, and played beach volleyball at her cousin's house. Now I was going to have a baby of my own, a little person that would be totally dependent on me. I was really scared; I didn't know what I was going to do.
Turning four only happens once in a person’s life. Each year of life should be memorable, and it all starts with the birthday party! My fourth birthday party was combined with my younger sister’s considering we are only ten and a half months apart. Our party was in a small town called Portland in the big city of Louisville, Kentucky. We had everything we could possibly want at the ages of three and four at our party. Cake. Balloons. Presents. Family. Friends. It was all there. Our Nana and Grandpa were even there from Alabama. The party was just like any other, or so we thought. Our entire world was destroyed when our biological father showed up. Although he was still a part of our lives at this point, it was still the scariest thing I have
My life began just before dawn on the 15th of February 1997 in Immaculate Concepcion Hospital in Manila, Philippines. After thirty-six hours of screaming and pushing, my mother’s difficult labor finally paid off when I came about. I was born to Israel and Maria Victoria Cruz. I had one older brother and now three more younger brothers, leaving me the to be the only daughter in the family.
I was 6weeks and 3 days pregnant, November 20th, 2013 was the day my life was changed forever. I already had a 2-year-old toddler and now twins on the way. I wasn 't upset I was just very very shocked. I didn 't know how to tell my fiance. I called his brother Kevin. He was at work, I asked him to please go to a room alone, so he did. He was freaked out I had randomly called him at work. I told him, “Kevin I 'm pregnant with twins, I 'm at the hospital.” He asked if I was joking. I said “No, what do I do?” he was extremely happy for myself and his