Friday, July 24, 2015

The end of an era

 Today is a sad day for me. Today we have to say good bye to some great people. Today we are ending an era and starting on a new adventure. Today we are ending our time in the early intervention program, otherwise known as the Birth to 3 program.
Working hard
Our son is turning 3 in a few days and by law, as the program title implies, he can only get services until he turns 3. They used to be able to continue coming to peoples houses until the school year started but, because of budget cuts, they can't do that any more.
A great therapist
These ladies have helped our little man come so far in life. They have been coming out to our house since he was 6 months old. They have helped us get equipment. They have helped us find things to "get the job done" that I had no idea even existed. They have pushed him to his limits...and he would some times sleep for 3 hours after they were gone! They have worked around all kinds of tubes and cords. They celebrated with us every time we got rid of one of those tubes or cords. They have shown us that our son can do more then anyone (including us) thought was possible. 
Another great therapist
These ladies have also helped me. When they first started coming to our house, they were some times the only people I would see all week, besides my hubby. When you are dealing with a special needs/medically fragile kid, you may become very isolated from the rest of the world. You may be in shock. You may not want to leave your house for fear of your child getting sick. It may be too much work to go out because of all the equipment you have to take with. Your friends and family may have good intentions of stopping in to see you, but they get busy with their lives and don't. Or maybe they don't want to get your kid sick. What ever the reasons may be, life can get very lonely. When you get that lonely, being stuck in your head is usually not a good place to be. Fear, anger, anxiety, and darkness can settle in very quickly. 
Yet another great therapist
That was me. Every week and every day. I was in a very dark place and these ladies showed up to our house every week. They listened to me and let me cry. They offered hope. They gave relief to me when I couldn't do it any more. They showed me a new way of doing something to help our son. They told me I was doing a good job, even though I felt like a failure. They encouraged my son to push harder then he wanted, and they did the same thing with me. They brought light into my world once a week. I can not thank them enough!
This is the result of therapy
I hope you have this service available to you and I hope you like them as much as we did. We are sad to see them go but are excited to start school in a couple months. We can't wait to see what new things our son will learn, how he will like hanging out with other kids his age, and being a big boy by doing something with out us there. I am scared and don't think words like "school supplies" and "parent teacher conferences" should be in my vocabulary yet...he is only 3 for goodness sake...but they are, and we are embracing this new thing and excited to see what's next.
A walker that gives us hope



How was your experience when your child had to enter into school? How did your child handle it? Do you need help finding an early intervention program in your area? I may be able to help. Email me and I will see what I can do to help.
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