I took Evan to the doctor today (the second time this week with a raised co-pay) for an ingrown hangnail - ouch! I used the opportunity to talk to him about my "no-first-word" worries. He was, as always, pretty laid back, but he did give us a few things to try.
Tonight after reading his bedtime book, I Love You Through and Through, we asked him to find the teddy bear on each page, which is something we've done before with little response. I asked him the first time completely not expecting him to do it, but he did. I know it's not saying a word, but it was communication, and I almost cried I was so happy. I praised him as if he had just recited Hamlet's soliloquy. He found the teddy bear on every page and we cheered and clapped each time. Evan thought it was the funniest thing in the world that we were so excited he could do something that was so obviously easy for him. Of course, when I pointed to his teddy bear and asked him what it was, he said nothing, but that's ok.
I needed to hear my doctor be lackadaisical and I needed that lovely moment when my son pointed to a teddy bear at my request, because at least for tonight, I'm not so worried about him. In fact, I have this funny picture in my head of Evan lying in his crib when we leave his room holding his teddy bear and he says as plain as day, "don't worry, Mr. Teddy Bear, I know what you are, but shhhh...I have a good thing going."