Insert here my loud joyous noises about LP’s planning and placement team meeting. I can’t make any myself because this week, I caught croup from my children. And grown-up croup doesn’t sound like a grown-up barking seal, it sounds like laryngitis, ’cause it is.
And, I can’t tell you – or really, I can only tell you – how very dreadful it is to be the mother of three boys and not be able to raise my voice, or even come up with something that doesn’t sound like a croaking. The impact of a whispered, “don’t hit your brother,” is very minimal.
Ironically, I’m feeling much better than earlier in the week when my throat was sore but I had a voice. At one point the fiery burning sensation sent me running to the Minute Clinic for a rapid strep test. It rapidly told the nurse practitioner that I probably did not have strep. She recommend a DNA probe strep test to send to a lab if I didn’t improve by today – that, it seems to me, could only mean the DNA of whatever horrible bug is living in my throat, because it seems like my own DNA would be irrelevant in this situation. I find it disturbing to think about this.
So, I’m just left wondering, am I better? I feel better, but sound worse, or not at all, depending on when you catch me. Happily, yesterday I felt a little worse and sounded a little better when we were at our PPT – where to my relief, it was decided that our little one is (IS!) eligible for special education serviced here in our town.
Let me back up a moment to mention all the dire warnings I had received about eligibility -it was bad and hard to discount – and even some of them came from the staff themselves. I tried to hold it all at bay- it wasn’t easy and sometimes I lost hope. It is discouraging to hear stories from families that have been disappointed. But today, at least, our story is different.
Until now, I never quite understood that phrase from the Old Testament “God granted him favor in the eyes of ____” This kind of thing always seemed to be happening to one or another of our bumbling Old Testament heroes, getting into a potential scrape and being baled out one way or another, often by God granting him favor in the eyes of some unlikely person, like Pharaoh’s jailer. These past few months all the testing and all the specialists felt like that – like luck, but better planned than luck. (not to compare them to dictator’s jailers because that wouldn’t be nice and these people are nice – and they don’t know I have a blog, so I’m not, you know…)
Everyday that LP had an evaluation or school visit, it was his most charming, lovey self who came out to play. Each specialist in turn developed a little crush on him and his sweet ways. They enjoyed him and enjoyed talking to one another about him, dreaming up ways to help him and one-upping each other on the very best Individual Education Plan they could concoct – putting me in mind of New Testament phrase that I use to encourage healthy competition in my house: And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works.
And did they ever. He is getting in school speech therapy from the public school therapist who will go to his private preschool – she will drive there twice a month and work with him in his class. I am getting in home consultations with the occupational therapist – who just this week went to an all day conference on sensory processing issues – and she will also consult at school for his teacher and me so we know what accommodations we might make and also start the desensitizing process….. Plus, I am getting one free hour of therapy a month from the school psychologist (remember, I mentioned needing help!) So, yes, my town is paying for my therapy.
Thank you, town, in return for this therapy you will find me cheerfully at the local Starbucks, playground and library time. I promise not to be the crazy lady muttering under my breath about sensory processing and receptive language skills. Instead, I’ll smile, wave and always head home before the all important naptime hits my charming, but easily overloaded kid.
A little charm on the part of a three year old boy cut through lots of red tape this week/ God granted him favor in the eyes of the specialists and we are warming in the glow it in right.