Noah is officially without a speech therapist. Miss L is the only speech therapist Noah has ever known, and we LOVE her!
The Early Childhood Intervention SLP who came once a month and blew bubbles at Noah doesn’t count.
Miss L. gave Noah his first words, and she knows him inside and out. She was the kind of therapist who made materials for him in her down time and was always coming up with creative ideas to keep things fresh. She was in constant contact with his physical therapist, so our hippotherapy sessions not only concentrated on his PT goals, but also his speech goals. She gave us notice last month, but I kept hoping she’d change her mind and decide to stay at the center where he gets his therapy, which just so happens to be about 20 minutes from our house.
No such luck.
From what I understand, her replacement hasn’t worked with children since grad school. I met her last week. She’s young and enthusiastic, but there weren’t any fireworks, if you know what I mean.
I asked the replacement to call me so I could get some details on her experience and training. Maybe she’ll call tomorrow . . . or not.
I have a line on a clinic in Austin (a good 45 minutes away) where all the SLPs know PROMPT, which is very encouraging. I’m still waiting to hear if they have experience with apraxia and Down syndrome. Come to think of it, they’ll also have to know quite a bit of ASL.
In any case, it won’t be Miss L. Sniff.
I’m not a sentimental kind of person, but this is really hitting me hard. He’s going to miss Miss L. I’m going to miss Miss L.
Not last as in he’s not going to ride again, last as in the most recent ride.
Noah’s entourage that surround the horse when he rides for hippotherapy brought him into the arena after his trail ride on Tuesday. I could tell something was up, and they confirmed it when they said, “Okay, Mom, get ready.” They gave the command and the horse broke into a run – with Noah (6 -DS) on his back. Totally hilarious – Noah was bouncing up and down like a — gosh, there’s no word I can think of to describe it – the boy was looking pretty airborne, but he kept landing right back on the horse, laughing and signing stop all at the same time. Then he was helped down and they let him take the reins and lead the horse. Oh, he was so proud! And then he insisted on helping to scoop horse poop – okay, sorry if that’s way too much information. Oh, how the boy loves to work! And then to finish it all off, under his own volition, he jumped over each of the three pipes that are in the arena for the horses to jump over, the same pipes that his physical therapist, Miss Laurie is always trying to get Noah to jump over. She models jumping over them every week, and every week, Noah laughs as she jumps and he steps over them – he simply refuses to jump them, even know we know he can.
Funny kid. Funny, amazing, heartwarming, stubborn, sweet, lovable kid.
You may remember I mentioned a few weeks back that Noah was done with hippotherapy for the year with his beloved physical therapist.
Noah’s maxed out his sessions on our insurance, and we just aren’t able to pay for the sessions out of our pocket – speech therapy co-pays are enough to put the hurt on us.
Well, said beloved physical therapist found a way to put him on scholarship, so guess who is back on the horse today!
I’ve always heard about those therapists that moms credit with amazing things in their child. You know, the ones who the moms claim their child just simply adores and who simply adores their child. Yeah, I always thought that was hokey and the product of some mothers’ overactive imaginations.
Noah’s therapist has proved me wrong. Well, maybe I was right all along and we just happened to wind up with the one physical therapist in the world who truly loves my little guy and sees him for all the wonderful that he is, knows just how to get him to work, and who I would trust with his best interests a hundred times over.
She’s pretty awesome.
And we’re pretty lucky.
And Noah is back in the saddle again!
(By the way, I stand amazed at one more instance when I didn’t even think to be praying for something (I would never have dreamed to solicit a scholarship), yet God provided abundantly anyway. So glad it doesn’t all start and end with me.)
Thanks to everybody out at www.redarena.org that made this possible. Y’all rock!