...a dazzling place I never knew... (now I know that I'm not the only one who was singing this song from Aladdin). There is a whole lot of princess love going on in our house these days. And our sweet Ava is trying so hard to find her identity as a little girl, but is often found playing Star Wars or Legos with her brothers! Yes, baby J has well developed skills with a light saber! He was taught by his Star Wars obsessed older bro. And they like to battle each other.
But really, there is a lot of change happening and it feels like a whole new world. Let me explain - D recently had an assessment for wraparound services, which was just another step to have services in place should he need support in the classroom. Or so I thought. He was interviewed and observed by a wonderful psychologist. Within 10 minutes, Dr. S was asking some very specific questions about D and handed me an additional questionnaire to fill out (carefully folded so that I could not see the name of the assessment). I could tell that he was seeing something more or different than we found with the prior testing results.
The results of this evaluation literally Rocked. My. World. Our precious Dylan was diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome. With this diagnosis, the psychologist felt he needed 8 and a half hours of behavioral health services per week (I was expecting 4 hours max). These services will be provided both in the classroom and at home, or in a community setting if needed. We were advised that he will need an IEP. Additionally, Dr. S strongly suggested that D be in a full day of Kindergarten. So, here we are 3 weeks before school starts feverishly looking for a full day Kindergarten as our district is only half day. And we want one that is not too far from home because I know that he'd never make a long bus ride. I will update on our decision later.
Right now, I'm wavering between gratitude that we have a more specific diagnosis/plan of care and anger that this was not picked up earlier. I was asked during this evaluation why we did not do early intervention. And my dumbfounded answer was this - we didn't know there was a problem. Feeding my anger, I recounted the questions and concerns that I brought to D's pediatrician when he was about 2 years old (the constant humming/obsessing over toys), which were shrugged off due to his well developed communication. The early intervention test did not pick up on any issues when he was tested in November. In fact, he scored a 93 on the evaluation where at 65 or below is a qualifying score. And it took 3 different psychologists to finally figure this out.
Yet, when I waver toward anger/resentment, I am reminded that none of this is a surprise to God.
Our God knows the plans he has for us, plans for hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11). And on days when I'm overwhelmed at the very thought of getting out of bed to face all that needs done, I need to rest in that. Truth be told, all of this is too much for me, but thankfully it's never too much for Him.
Thanks again for following along this road.
xoxo,
Chele