It is interesting to find out all that is available. And your experiences. It is odd to be a mother that is generally perceived as being a “chatty cathy” to having a child that doesn’t speak. Yeah, the joke is she can’t get a word in edgewise, but when I’m at home, I am a pretty darn quiet person.
I’ve joked that my daughter has been willful since conception and has been on her own schedule, me be damned. She did come a month early. I had a nurse ask me why she was a premie, I told her to ask my daughter, it was her idea, I was sleeping.
IF she didn’t babble as much as she does, heck, she carries on entire monologues (she must be a closet italian, she waves her arms like mad) tells herself jokes and generally is pretty darn chatty, just not many actual words. Her inflection is good, she’s quite variable with her speech patterns and really, it sounds like she’s talking, I’m just not sure which language she’s speaking. It’s her world, we just live in it. (although she mimics our italian greyhound near perfectly)
I’m kind of surprised that they would prescribe daycare. It’s one of the things that we think would be good for her a few hours a week, but just haven’t had the extra cash to pay for. From your post, it sounds like it was paid for by the program. I’m also surprised they would come to your home. That to me is just amazing. In todays world, I’m surprised we don’t have to deliver our trash to the garbage men. 
I had to laugh at the “Einstein didn’t talk until he was 3” thing because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that. Or the “she can’t get a word in edgewise” bit. Or as I said to a friend who responded with that one. Screw you, it’s my kid. It isn’t funny.
I’m constantly amazed at what being a mother does to me. Nothing is better than the big grin my daughter gives me when she sits on my chest like it is the best seat in the whole wide world.
Since I can’t yet brag about all the amazing things my kid says. I was pretty amazed the other day, we were sitting in front of the mirror and she was figuring out how she had to move to hand things to me while looking in the mirror. It was pretty surreal.
But the sweetest thing? When she’s a bad girl and gets time out and the time is up, I always give her big hugs, and she’ll pat my back as she’s hugging me. It just kills me.
Her name is Kate, by the way. She’s been the most good natured, pleasant kid since birth. She’s an easy baby, who will be 2 on the 10th of this month and she’s growing up so much. I’m so afraid for her, so in love with her and well…I’m a first time mom. Can’t you tell? She was definitely worth the wait.
If and when she ever does start talking, I can’t wait to hear what she thinks about.
Little Miss Magic: Jimmy Buffett
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me cant help but be appealing
She loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
Chorus:
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?
Sometimes I catch her dreamin and wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strollin along the shore or cruisin oer the broad savannah
I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday shes gonna learn how to fly
Oh that I wont deny
Chorus:
I catch a little more dialogue comin my way
I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin astray
Your mothers still the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?
That was the song I listened to the most when I was pregnant and has always been my hope for my child.
Sorry I’m so chatty. I can’t tell you how much all of your advice has helped sooth me and prepare me for what is ahead. Being a parent definitely isn’t for sissies.