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.