I'm an emotional wreck. Sylas had his neurology appointment this morning and the neurologist said that Sylas does fall into the category of having cerebral palsy. Not new news, but solidified news that was like a punch in the gut. He also said that Sylas' arms are tighter than he would like to see, and only time will tell whether it's spastic diplegia or quadriplegia. Ok, this was new news. It's not something we'd even talked about with any of our doctors or therapists. No one even mentioned there being a problem in his arms. On occasion, I have observed that Sylas' arms are stiff and he resists having them raised above his head, but he always seemed to have good range of motion, so I didn't make a big deal of it. Maybe I was in denial. Then to top it all off, we stopped at Walmart on the way home to return something and they wouldn't let me return it because my receipt was 5 days past 90 days. I understand policies and I myself am an avid rule follower, but I wanted to cry and scream that I just found out that my son might be a quadriplegic, so let me return the stupid toy! I refrained, got the items I needed, then calmly proceeded to my car where I balled my eyes out. Sylas cried too. He hates to sit in a non-moving vehicle. Eventually we made it home and had some lunch and then we were happier. Oh, the power of food. My afternoon has gone much better after a lovely visit with a friend and a new sweater from GAP. I'm now sitting at home watching my beautiful, happy, energetic son sleeping peacefully, and I'm reminded that God is good and that this news doesn't change how precious Sylas is and how blessed I am to be given such a gift.