We’re still fighting the red tape battles to get Atti’s therapeutic services started up again. Every person I’ve talked to expressed regret that the process takes so long, but nobody seems to know any other way to do it. It’s been a rough few months trying to transition and make phone calls and get all the paperwork in place while I’ve tried to keep Atti entertained and continuing his work on our own. I fear I have started some bad habits. There has been more than one day of Yo Gabba Gabba marathons and cheerios for every meal, because trying to be his mom and his team of therapists is just a ridiculous attempt.
I met with his new Service Coordinator last week and I liked her a ton. She totally knows what she’s doing. We went through the options available, discussed how long everything would take to set up, weighed all that against his future options, and it looks like the best solution is for my little tiny baby to start preschool next month.
Preschool.
Like, with a bus and everything.
My little 2 1/2 year old will get on a bus and spend three mornings a week at SCHOOL! I’ve been weepy and clingy ever since we got the news.
To get the care he needs, he would have started preschool at three anyway, but since there is an under three program available, it just made the most sense to start when school starts back up instead of setting up an elaborate program just to undo it all in February. So while it is totally a no brainer of a decision and absolutely the right thing to do, my heart is just screaming NO!
What am I going to do without my best little baby friend at my feet all day?
I still don’t think of Atti as a toddler. Without him running all around the place, I’ve gotten this extended babyhood where even at 2 1/2 I spend most of our time together giving kisses and cuddles. Now it looks like we’re going to leapfrog right over that toddler phase and go straight to preschooler. Oh my heart. I don’t know how I’m going to take it.