A few weeks ago it looked like Atti was going to start a preschool program right away. Due to school district boundaries and programs and red tape, it looks like that isn’t going to happen. Just when I got over my mama grief and was starting to look forward to a little independent time, we’re back together until February when he turns three.
In the meantime, we’ve started showing up to a nearby school a couple of days a week for a program they have where kids with special needs can hang out in a specially equipped gym and play for a bit with a special ed teacher. Since we are STILL fighting the epic battle trying to get his therapy started again, this was a little miracle.
I’ve been so discouraged lately with trying to get Atti care. I still haven’t even begun to fight the battle of dealing with insurance and getting his medical records transferred and finding another pediatric ophthalmologist. And then there’s getting him going back to horseback riding, which requires another doctors visit. It all takes way more energy than I can muster, so I’m trying to tell myself to fight one battle at a time. The most important thing is to get physical therapy started.
Atti’s gotten a little too comfortable at home. He used to love therapy and eagerly went to his therapists, and now he’s clingy and crying and not wanting to leave my side. Hopefully a few weeks of “school” will be just what he needs to get him all ready for the real work he’s got ahead of him in therapy.