Therapy

ABA therapy: Take One

After I dropped Samuel off at his new school, Scott headed to work, and Mag and I went home to get dressed for the day. I had decided that I wanted to drop Sam’s lunch off at noon, so I could also check in with the staff to see how he was coping. Karen, the director, is very soft spoken and incredibly kind. I can’t see Sam during the day, unless I call ahead of time, so they can separate him from the other kids. Because his school is considered a medical facility, it would be breaking HIPPA law for me to be with, or see, the other children. That is very hard on a mama’s heart, as I can’t even walk

him to his room each day to help get him settled. His therapist meets us in the foyer, and she takes him back. I have no idea why it bothers me so much, but it does.

Anyway, at lunch he was doing great. He had a few crying spells, but eventually he began to play again. He had a hard time going down for his nap, as he is used to me rocking him still. But, he eventually allowed sleep to have its way. I am thankful for that.

While Sam was learning, Maggie and I went to Jumpstreet, and she trampolined her heart out.

It was nice spending time with her alone. It has somewhat become a foreign concept, lately, and it reminded me of yesteryears when we only had one baby. I silently worried most of the day about Samuel, and when it was time to pick him up, I was about to jump out of my skin with sheer relief. The report was great, and the staff just loves him to pieces. Maggie must have suffered a bit in silence today, too. She seemed more relieved than I did. She tried kissing every inch of his face, but my boy just wanted his mama. When he saw me, he cried his little soul right out.

It was a hard day. But, it was successful. I poured my fears out to God last night, asking him to calm all of us and to keep Sam safe. Thank you, Lord. I praise Your name for making my day bearable and even somewhat enjoyable. Thank you for your grace when I need it.