My son is almost 2 now (well 19 months corrected) and I STILL worry about that every single day. Despite having no brain bleeds or any anomalies on scans, we noticed he was lightly paralysed on his right side when he was 4 months corrected. We started physio while we waited to be admitted to a specialized center for dnm (neuro-motor deficiencies). We were told it might worsen and he might never walk.
Funny thing is, when we were finally admitted 7 months later, all such signs had disapeared. He`s now a fully normal, happy, playful toddler.
But it`s always in the back of your mind. I`m sooooo paranoid I observe every tiny detail like a hawk. Plus the constant 'follow-up' appointments don`t help - with the neurologist, ergotherapist, physiotherapist, orthophonist, neonatal, orl, optometrist, audiologist, etc etc. I know they all just want the very best for him, and are 'only' following him closely because he was such an extreme case. But dang it if these aren`t daily reminders that something *might* still be wrong.
Now the neonatal specialist is sending him to a baby psychologist (yes you read that right) to evaluate his cognitive skills. Only because I answered 'err no' to so many of her questions. No he doesn`t know 25 words yet, only about 5 - no he doesn`t understand 'simple' instructions like 'go to the kitchen' (simple? SIMPLE?). No he can`t pick out a duck from a list of animal drawings if you ask him to. No he doesn`t string words together beyond 'mom look!' (err isn`t that good enough?). No he can`t fall asleep alone. etc etc etc.
I found myself defending my son, saying 'he can make fish, cat and bird sounds if you ask him! He can point to a car if you ask (but somehow that`s not good enough!) He`s figured out all the buttons on my smart phone, how to open most bottles, how to work any lightswitch or handle, he can count to three (she NEVER believed me despite my insisting), he can sing the notes to frere jacques (a french nursery rhyme) pretty dang well, the staff at daycare say he`s really bright!' at the end I just felt pathetic and dejected. I left there depressed with a referal to a baby psychologist.
Some times - heck, all the time I feel like I'll worry like this for the rest of my life, or until he graduates from medical school or something