Benjamin turns three years old on April 24.
On April 25, he starts school.
He will attend a local primary school that has a wonderful special education preschool program, Monday through Thursday, 8 to 11. (Really more like 7:30 to 11:30, depending on when the bus picks him up and drops him off.) He will attend school for five weeks and then it will be summer break.
Then in August, he will go back with the same exact schedule. And Andrew will start kindergarten. All day. Five days a week.
We had B's first (of many in his lifetime) IEP meeting. For those of you not in education or not in this special-needs world, an IEP is an Individualized Education Program. Basically every child in special education has one; it is a written statement that describes a child's special education and related services.
The results of his evaluation were given to us during this meeting.
I'm sure many of you who have been there before know.
It's one thing to know your chid is delayed, but to see it in front of you in black and white is sobering. It wasn't quite the slap in the face that I expected it to be, but it was still no fun. But it was necessary.
There were 11 areas, and he was "significantly delayed" in 8 of those 11 areas, including cognitive thinking, expressive language skills, social/emotional, self-help skills, adaptive behavior, social-emotional, cognitive, and communication. He scored "moderately delayed" in small muscle skills and "low average" in large muscle skills and physical development.
He is 35 months old and scored about 14 months verbally.
His score on the cognitive development area was so low it couldn't be computed so it was just <50. Yikes.
Well, I guess we have nowhere to go but up.
In all reality, since he was evaluated (in late February/early March), he has already made quite a bit of progress verbally and otherwise.
He says a few words now, and it blows my mind to hear them. They're not horribly consistent and don't really sound much like what they're supposed to.
But they are words.
Connections are starting to be made.
The lightbulb wasn't switched on like it would be in a typical child, but someone is slowwwwwly moving that dimmer switch up.
Two things he struggles with in OT is feeding himself with a spoon and stacking blocks.
But we're making progress.
And progress is good.
Have I mentioned how much I love this boy? Cuz I do.