At age 3 (4 in a little over a month), he is still struggling to put words together. Feisty in disposition and prone to emotional highs and lows, he is possibly the most endearing child I’ve met. He reaches up to anyone we come across to be picked up and snuggled, something that is both frightening and sweet. His smile melts my heart. I fight through moments of sadness when I realize how misunderstood he is, looking perfectly normal, but not being able to convey or do normally what other kids his age can. He has Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD).
As a mother I knew something was different about him and yet no doctor could tell me why he couldn’t jump or talk, why he would wake up screaming and crying every night without consolation (and it not being night terrors), why he ran with his arms bent upwards, hands flailing, and why his primary method of conveying anything was screeching. The older he became, the more pronounced the symptoms became. He even garnered the nickname “The Pterodactyle.” My husband was terrified he had autism. I was in denial, but it turned out he was right.
With the food knowledge I was gaining in efforts to cure my first son, and the knowledge I have been gaining since, I have been able to impliment some changes that have already produced huge successes. For example, after his very first chiropractic adjusment, he went home and jumped for the very first time. I know that it may sound small, but it brought us to tears.
After making sure that his spine was in alignment (allowing the signals from his brain an easier, healthier path to their respective destinations), his aches are gone, he is sleeping through the night, he has less emotional highs and lows, and when he does occasionally get sick now, he gets over it quickly.
Yesterday I saw him thinking and he, with great focus, said to his brother and cousin, “hey, what are you guys doing in here?” His first sentence. This is rare and his speech a little slurred, but his development has progressed leaps and bounds beyond what we’ve expected. He’s visibly more alert, way more coordinated, and trying to dress himself so much now that everytime I leave him in his room for nap or bedtime, he has on a different shirt. It doesn’t matter that they are backwards yet, we simply appreciate each milestone that he is hitting now, regardless of the delay.
His progress has slowed recently, so we are trying the GAPS Diet. Calum’s Journey is now being documented on our new website, Healthandhonesty.com.