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Great Expectations
Jan. 28th, 2010 11:35 amRori had her evaluation by Early On today. So far, she has a distinct language delay (measuring around 10 months, when she's just turned 20 months). But, as nearly as she could tell, just a language delay.
She uses few words, and those, inconsistently. She doesn't name body parts, or seem to be particularly self aware. She does not follow simple commands, and only sometimes comes when called.
Though, to be honest, some of this, we've never tried to get her to do. It never once occurred to me to say "Go get your shoes." She doesn't say shoe, she doesn't respond and point at her shoe - I presumed she wouldn't have understood anyway.
I never imagined how hard it would be to raise a child after a special needs child. Because Anneliese was so much farther behind all these milestones.... we just never set the bar high enough with Rori. "Does she walk up stairs holding your hands or a rail?" ???? I never thought to try it.
Ah, the crashing waves of parental guilt.
(It has not been a good day. I didn't even know her evaluation was scheduled for today, because John didn't tell me. And he'd said it up for our house. Which is a train wreck - though he did clean the dining room fairly thoroughly yesterday. He tells me at 9 AM that it's something in the morning, he can't remember when. Baby is in the bathtub. He hasn't showered, I haven't showered. I was in tears. He was at least smart enough to call and reschedule to meet her at the local library. She was more engaged there, anyway)
So, now the referral goes in for the Speech Therapist. (Paperwork, paperwork. You must quality for these services, to make sure you're not scamming the state. Hell, I'd pay a speech therapist if you'd refer me to one!) Likely the nice young gal over at the Ottawa Area Center who used to be Anneliese's therapist there. John will get to take her at least once a week, 20 miles each way. Hopefully not at nap time. *sigh*
You know, Special Ed folks are sweet, and dedicated. But you really hope not to have to be in their purview repeatedly. I swear, when I think I'm sleeping, I must have another alter ego who's out killing kittens and pistol-whipping nuns. It's the only way to explain the bad karma. At least, without admitting to conscious evilness.
She uses few words, and those, inconsistently. She doesn't name body parts, or seem to be particularly self aware. She does not follow simple commands, and only sometimes comes when called.
Though, to be honest, some of this, we've never tried to get her to do. It never once occurred to me to say "Go get your shoes." She doesn't say shoe, she doesn't respond and point at her shoe - I presumed she wouldn't have understood anyway.
I never imagined how hard it would be to raise a child after a special needs child. Because Anneliese was so much farther behind all these milestones.... we just never set the bar high enough with Rori. "Does she walk up stairs holding your hands or a rail?" ???? I never thought to try it.
Ah, the crashing waves of parental guilt.
(It has not been a good day. I didn't even know her evaluation was scheduled for today, because John didn't tell me. And he'd said it up for our house. Which is a train wreck - though he did clean the dining room fairly thoroughly yesterday. He tells me at 9 AM that it's something in the morning, he can't remember when. Baby is in the bathtub. He hasn't showered, I haven't showered. I was in tears. He was at least smart enough to call and reschedule to meet her at the local library. She was more engaged there, anyway)
So, now the referral goes in for the Speech Therapist. (Paperwork, paperwork. You must quality for these services, to make sure you're not scamming the state. Hell, I'd pay a speech therapist if you'd refer me to one!) Likely the nice young gal over at the Ottawa Area Center who used to be Anneliese's therapist there. John will get to take her at least once a week, 20 miles each way. Hopefully not at nap time. *sigh*
You know, Special Ed folks are sweet, and dedicated. But you really hope not to have to be in their purview repeatedly. I swear, when I think I'm sleeping, I must have another alter ego who's out killing kittens and pistol-whipping nuns. It's the only way to explain the bad karma. At least, without admitting to conscious evilness.
