At home we began to learn how to be a family and what it was to have a baby. I loved every moment, having mental health problems all my life i knew post natal depression was kicking in thankfully I had my meds adjusted and managed to keep going. Although it was hard.
7 months old I started raising some concerns with my health visitor. Explaining the state Danny got In when I changed his nappy or clothes or tried to bath him, how when he was settled then became increasainly upset when people were talking, how he would lie in his cot and scratch the wall, how he wouldn’t look at mummy and Daddy and give us the much awaited babble that you see babies do, how as he grew he was later than his peers at sitting unaided, walking .
It took so long till one of the health visitors listened and agreed then referred him to the child development clinic. In the meantime I took Danny to private therapy as he couldn’t talk and they said he might not, every week I made the long journey and after a few months he said his first work “bubbles” to finally hear my son’s voice was amazing. A day I will never forget. From then I realised Danny learned in a different way, it was going to be a long fight, but I was determined I would fight for what he needed, anything that made his life easier and better I’d be fighting for it. For as long as I live.
Our life 