We took Nate to the hospital to have a cognitive test done. We’d booked it back in January, before we knew he’d be hitting developmental milestones like swearing. It was a 50-point test administered by a lovely nurse. He sat in a chair at a wee desk and was given task after task. Fit the shapes into the puzzle. Draw a straight line. Stack the blocks. Put the blocks in the cup. Pick the photo where the children are eating. That sort of thing.
Well the kid got so charged up by it all that, in between assignments, he was tapping his hands on the desk, as if to say, “Bring it on lady. I got lots where this came from.” The Dog and I got emotional watching our wee son take everything they gave him and succeed. Thinking of his journey since conception, how far he has come given his difficult beginnings… well, we were pretty proud and in awe of this wonder, this blessing.
The nurse actually exclaimed, “Perfect!” He got 49 out of 50 or so activities correct, and the Dog claims that the reason he didn’t get the last point was because his sleeve was caught on the desk.
We don’t have to go to hospital for follow-ups anymore. The stroke ordeal is behind us. We can move on and put the pain of the past behind us. Thanks to everyone who helped us get through this.
Oh, one housekeeping note for me in the future: Nate was 23 lbs and 83 cm