I thought that I had things finally figured out and as everything else that seems to go on in my life- I don't.
At the end of Carson's school year last year I found out that his speech therapist Amy was going down to part time. As a mother of 4 young children she needed to find a balance between work and home. I could understand that. I have been feeling the same way for quite some time.
She assured me that I had nothing to worry about. She was going to be there Monday Wednesday and Friday and since his schedule is Mondays there wasn't going to be a problem. Unfortunately the best laid plans don't always work out... I got a call today from Amber the preschool teacher telling me that Amy will not be his speech therapist after all.
To be honest, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. It's just our luck. We finally find someone who is the perfect fit and now she is leaving us. I have been assured that the woman taking her place is basically Amy in a different body. Of course I'm not the one who needs convincing on that. It's up to Carson.
I have been told that every other aspect of his day will remain the same- his physical therapist, his occupational therapist and his preschool teacher (who we apparently also almost lost as well). So I guess there is some good to come of this.
So for now I have this nagging pit in my stomach that things are about to get bad again and for Carson's sake I hope I'm wrong. Two more weeks and we'll find out....
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