Monday, January 26, 2015

Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.


Just found out that Bu's speech therapist quit, and her last day is this Friday.

Sobbed during the entire drive home. I feel like someone died. I don't know what to do.

I don't "officially" know yet...a fellow mom at the center let me know and told me that the therapist wanted to tell me herself, so not to say anything yet. I just know I'm going to cry again once she tells me and it's for real.

They'll probably put him with a bunch of different people so he can keep his schedule. Or I could request someone in particular, but I don't know who I'd ask for because I'm unfamiliar with all but a couple, and they suck. Plus, asking for someone in particular would probably mean changing his schedule again.

I'm just so sad. He was doing so good with her. She got through to him in a way that no other therapist did, and quicker than even his favorite OT. Plus I finally, after over a year, had my dream team of perfect therapists and perfect scheduling, and now it's back to square one. The only way this could be worse is if it was the OT leaving.

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