Well our first full week full of changes and adjustments has occured. It has been a long, grueling frazzling week but we have some how survived. Wally is loving his job, despite the super early wake up and the longish train ride. He's been rocking it though, and I'm so proud of him and this new adventure.
Grayson as always, has handled everything we have thrown at him. He started a new daycare on Monday, I cried walking back to the car, he made me chase him to say goodbye because he was already too busy for me. He had his first bus ride from daycare to school. I wish I could provide some feedback from that but he's not really sharing those details yet.
We have had some bumps in the road, specifically regarding his transportation. Grayson has ABA every morning 8:30-11:30. His bus was scheduled for pickup at 11:50 for drop off to school at 12:05. The plan was that the drop off bus for the AM preschool session, would drop off everyone and then would scoop up Grayson (and only Grayson) on the way back to the school. From what we have managed to put together, this is not occurring. Based on some daycare provided accounts, they are arriving at approximately 11:35-11:40. There have been words provided by the monitor on the bus who picks up my child saying things to the effect of don't make us wait, or late or delay us. The bus has had children still on it when picking him up, meaning that they are taking him to drop off other children.
After a very stressful, tearful conversation with the woman who runs transportation for the school I discovered she's just as upset about this situation as I am (you know minus the tears). My son is doing so well with his words, but this is one of the few times I wish he had more words. I want to know what this monitor person says to him while he's on the bus. I want to know how long he's sitting on the bus before he can go into preschool. I want to know how many kids are on the bus when they pick him up and how many of them he has to sit through them getting dropped off.
My son will always handle everything better then me. I have come to terms with this. I am sure that this bus ride is super exciting for him, I'm sure he flaps and flaps his little arms off as he drives through the town of Medway. I am sure he cries out "truck, car, red, tree" and a bunch of other words to describe the items he sees on the way. However, I am willing to bet this not so nice lady isn't looking back at him and smiling, that's she's not replying to him with friendly tones and pointing out other items in the surrounding. I'm also willing to bet that she's probably not providing him any feedback at all.
This is probably a really unfair assessment to make. I am absolutely willing to admit I am judging this woman based on a few interactions she has had with my completely wonderful daycare person who I am totally biased towards. It's entirely possible that this woman is just unable to express herself properly to adults but is fantastic when it comes to children. I am just taking a guess that all of that is unlikely. Sadly, this is the life I lead. The life where anyone my child comes in contact to I have to fear how they are going to react to his size, to his lack of words, his flapping, his occasional shyness and discomfort with loud noises.
Thankfully, we have received a very promising update. Things will be changed, attitudes hopefully adjusted and we should all have a much easier Monday. I hope to have a much different report tomorrow afternoon after Wally picks him up from daycare.
Special events this week: Grayson is star of the week for his class. We are making a poster for him to share with all his friends and I will be going in on Friday to read a book during circle and hopefully share in quite a bit of the actual class time before going into the IEP meeting. Photos will be provided, though limited due to the other students in the class. Have a great week everyone!
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