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When Baby Girl was three, it was time to switch from Early Intervention to pre-school. She was heartbroken to leave her Early Intervention family. She couldn’t imagine how She would function without the weekly visits, the therapists, the whole thing.
Plus, how did her Baby Girl turn three??
The transition meetings went well. The first IEP meeting went much better than She thought it would. She was so nervous about it all. The first time the bus came to pick Baby Girl up for school, She was a mess. How was She supposed to put her tiny-barely-20-pound little girl on this monstrous yellow machine? She followed the bus to school and walked Baby Girl inside.
Baby Girl got sick the first week of school and didn’t get better for the rest of the year. She was constantly sick. As a teacher, She knew that this was common, but it was still crazy how often Baby Girl was sick. It made Her nuts and was one of the many reasons why She decided to quit Her job. It was better when Baby Girl went back to school in the fall, but she was still sick quite often.
Baby Girl knew a lot of signs at this point but still wasn’t talking at all. Would she ever talk?
Baby Girl was walking with the help of her walker but still wasn’t taking steps on her own. Would she ever walk? Would she ever run?
Baby Girl wasn’t playing with things. She was picking them up and putting them in her mouth. Would she ever purposefully play? Would she ever stop putting everything in her mouth?
Baby Girl was eating pretty well but would still occasionally choke on larger bites. In fact, She had given Baby Girl the Heimlich maneuver several times already. Would she ever eat a meal without choking?
Baby Girl did not have friends. True, she was only four, but there were no requests for playdates. Would she ever have friends? Would she ever be invited over someone’s house to play?
It was hard to see the forest for the trees at this point. She was starting to feel like Baby Girl was not progressing at all. She was beside herself with frustration and anger and sadness over this diagnosis. School was making it worse. It was easy to pretend that Baby Girl was doing really well and progressing when She was at home, alone. It was harder to pretend when She saw Baby Girl out in the real world playing with same age playmates.
This made it real. This made it more difficult. This made it true.
She wasn’t sure how She could handle this or even if She could handle it.