Label whore

I just thought it was a scandalous title for a post. It's really an update to label-gate from yesterday.

The pediatrician called me. He was lovely. (Although he really must be related to Harold Ramis, even his voice is like him). He said the developmental delays have to do with his hands. He said the hands fall under fine motor skills, and that's why he checked it. (He also said that Brody is beautiful. Which I knew, but I love a doc, a male doc, who can say that. I bet he says it to all his parents, and I don't care a bit, because I know when he said it about B, he really meant it).

Looking at Brody's fine motor skills, he can't dress or undress himself (yet) and he is not so good at scissors (really hard without thumb). So I guess I don't feel so bad about the label anymore. Because I (very reluctantly) acknowledge that it's (somewhat just a little) true. What bothered me about it before was that I was thinking about his gross motor skills (I am a negligent parent and just learned the difference between fine and gross today).

Does that make me a label whore? (Ahh, a tie-in to the title) But seriously, am I wimping out? Should I demand that the doctor take out the check next to developmental delay? Or take matters into my own hands and white it out myself? I already wrote in "hands" on the sheet so the teachers will know what the developmental delay references.

At this point, I feel like the teachers will see everything for themselves. They will be in the presence of this extraordinary child (my god, I am one of those parents) and learn the boy who is Brody. I could put my foot down, I suppose, but really what would it gain me? Alienation of a doc I really love, who is (technically even-though-only-a-little) correct, and for what? Brody will dazzle regardless.

And update on the layoff at J's work: we received information that, while I can't divulge, made me sleep a lot better last night. But we're still preparing, in order not to jinx.

Ok, off to work.