So many things are happening, and in just a short time! Trying to get with D, my mom, and Carol with our crazy calendars has been a bit hard. We now have Isaac doing speech therapy once a week, going through someone on our own. TEIS came out Friday after his evaluation to go over our IFP, individual family plan. He will get speech through them once a week too. Looks like he will get ABA and OT once a week from them as well. She said we may be able to get DT from them as many times a week as we can handle...we'll see. I'm all for doing as much as he can handle. When the psychologist tells you that "There is no such thing as too much therapy" for your child it kind of hits you. I have gone through most, if not all, of the stages of grief by now. I'm finally at acceptance. And it didn't really hit me until she said that quote in the above sentence. Denial...thought well maybe it was just his speech. Bargaining...I'm not sure if I did this...that's why I put most of them. Depression...oh yes. I had this. Probably why I couldn't bring myself to blog this past week. I was sad for the future his awesomeness deserves, within all aspects of life but mostly it was that he might not be able to go to the best school he needs (more on that in a later post). I also hit depression knowing that I will be his advocate. D will do whatever I ask, but I will have to be the one to research, fight for, and keep all his appts and shit together. Overwhelming. *Side note, to all the single parents who have a child with autism and are rocking it, I fully bow in respsect to you.* Anger, I had a ton. It was coming out of everywhere about everything to everyone. It's a good thing that I didn't talk to some people or I might not be able to salvage some friendships/relationships. I think my mom understood what was happening more than I did, and just let it slide. Who has the best mom ever...I DO. Be jealous. Really. The only way I can say that I am finally in acceptance is I don't feel the anger anymore and I'm actually getting excited about the upcoming full weekend I have. It doesn't feel like stress anymore, or just more things to do...I'm actually wanting it to hurry up and get here.
Friday...baby Ethan should be here.
Saturday lunch...baby shower for April and little Cassetty
Saturday night...Dinner for Dennis's bday..I wanted nothing more than to keep it a secret, but with the help of confusion I had to break down and tell him. Good thing I did though cause I forgot to ask someone (they since have been invited, and hope they show up). I feel horrible about that.
Sunday...my Scentsy party! If you can come please do! It's at 1pm. I'll have food and Mary will have the awesome smelling stuff! Please come help support Mary and shop...and maybe I can get something half priced!!
As I try to get into what is the start of our new routine, I'm hoping to find my groove quickly. This winging it stuff is for the birds.
Now, gotta go finish reorganizing the kitchen drawers before the boys get home from MuMus. I haven't found that balance of trying to hurry up and finish that list of stuff I can't do while they are here and just plain sitting down doing nothing while they are gone. With everyone's calendars getting so full...when they aren't here the time is less and less each time they are gone. I should not complain. I should not complain. I should not complain. I'm having to tell myself that alot lately.
Balance, I shall find.
Go, I must.
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