Well, we took our first step at the feeding clinic. It was mostly play but they seem to be working out a plan for Gracie. We got in the car and I had to wrap her arm straps in her seat with a bungee chord because the little houdini can work her way out of them faster than I can hook them up. Well, that ticked her off and she was still mad when we got to the clinic. This falls under occupational therapy. She gets mad when I first dress her in the morning, then she gets over it. Occupational therapy. She pulls her sleeves AND her pant legs UP before she takes her bottle. (Occupational Therapy) But the county early intervention unit said she only needed speech therapy. OK then.
They had her eat while we were there. Evidently they didn't believe me when I said she doesn't eat ANY food. So they tried applesauce and rice krispies on a plate. All they did was put it on the table next to her while she drank her bottle and she stopped drinking and started gretzing. So this will be an interesting journey.
They told me that the kind of "fake crying" she does is communication. It's her only way of expressing herself right now. We are supposed to " bombard" her with words and sentences. She need to become familiar with words.
I wish I would have known about this field when I was in college. At that time, I felt like I could never teach because I wouldn't be good with kids and I would never be comfortable in front of kids. Now I know that I would like to do is help and play with and teach kids that need a little extra. I guess I have some researching to do.
I have already told Joy LIn that she is not going to college until she knows what she wants to do with her life in a job that she will be happy doing. It's the only way to make the education worthwhile.
That's what guidance councilors should tell high school kids.
No comments:
Post a Comment