SO ON APRIL 13, 2009, two days after Marie’s first birthday, we went to Dr. Felix’s office for the appointment. We had last been there in January, a couple of days before Paul had been diagnosed by Melanie.
As she ran through her basic examination of Marie’s vitals, Dr. Felix kept her eyes mostly on Paul, who was happily, if somewhat loudly, entertaining himself.
“So how are things going with the sensory integration therapy?” she asked.
“It’s okay,” I said.
“Who is the therapist you’re seeing again?”
“Ah, yes, Melanie. She’s wonderful.” (I can hear the speech therapists now: “Let’s work on increasing ...