Life After the Diagnosis...

The first few weeks were aweful. I just couldn't believe that this was happenning to my baby girl. The worst part was finding out that Tori could still regress if her seizures got out of control and lose all of the skills she has worked so hard on.  My time was divided equally between crying and researching non-stop to find out everything I could about the diagnosis. Damon still won't admit to it, but he was in denial. He developed the attitude that "there was nothing wrong," and "everything was going to be fine."
Over the next month, I started to think maybe he was right.  Could the doctors all be wrong? Yes, Tori was delayed but she still seemed so 'typical.'  She was nothing like what I was reading on the internet or what I was seeing in the support groups.
She continued to thrive and was learning to hold her sippy cup, eat table food, pull to stand, and start cruising.
Although she was doing great, we still weren't going to take any chances. We enrolled Tori in intensive therapy. She began receiving PT, OT, and Speech therapy so often that until we got used to it, it seemed like all we were doing.  As she continued to thrive, we began to question the diagnosis even more. We even took a trip to California, where we celebrated Tori's first birthday with Damon's side of the family!