Trevy will be attending an integrated half day school program. Four days a week.
Integrated means approximately half of the class will be IEP kids. Half will be peer models.
Not every IEP child will be as delayed or involved as Trevy. In fact...I took Trevy to sample the class this past Tuesday. We were there about 2 hours. So I was able to soak in quite a bit. And looking around the class...chatting with his peers...doing crafts and snack time beside them...I'm guessing that Trevy may have the furthest development to make up. That is just my guess.
It is a co-taught class. Meaning there are two Special Educators. Plus one teacher's aide. To manage up to 15 children. Judging by all the name tags on the cubbies...it's a full class!
Trevy will receive...
PT once weekly for 30 minutes.
OT once weekly for 30 minutes.
And ST daily for 30 minutes.
I have been looked in the eye and promised that as the Professionals spend time getting to know Trevy. If they discover he needs more intensive therapy. It will be added. Maybe he doesn't need more OT or PT. I really don't know. But what I do know is that Trevy's deficits are very missable when observation is only surface deep. They are easier to spot as you spend time with him. Trying to put a puzzle together. Or draw. Or climb stairs and playground equipment. Safely! Or especially if you attempt to get him to manipulate small piece projects. Without eating said small pieces first. It will be interesting to see what a month. Two months. Brings.
We will also be supplementing with all out-patient therapies we can convince our insurance to approve. Right now...speech is a go. The others are pending.
Trevy will have Miss. CNA beside him at all times. He needs the extra assistance anyway...but she's lived life beside him for over a year now. And knows him. And his seizures. Almost as closely as I do...almost...
And for me that was the most essential piece. I didn't go the extreme of removing half his brain...to now be flippant about his seizures. The reason I am so passionate about having seizure seeing eyes on him at all times is layered. I think my heart has not fully healed from his first relapse. Which the chief of pedi neurology at our local hospital thought was just an innocent tic. He was wrong. It was the Monster called Infantile Spasms back to haunt us. Another layer was formed in watching him during his time at Groden. Where we joined an EI playgroup. The goal is to prep the children (and mommies) for when the the time comes to transition into preschool. So all the mommies go to another room. While the littles stay with the teachers. I can't count the number of times he clustered...during circle while I was with him...during other activities while I watched through the window. And I was the only one who noticed the seizures. For every seizure that was noticed by a teacher...I promise there were at least 10 that were missed. At first...I would get angry. But over time I let the anger emotions go...but the understanding that special eyes need to be on him stay. That was cemented into my heart. For such a time as this. And so special eyes he will have. Packaged in Miss. CNA!
I am still on the fence about the bus. We live literally, like, two minutes from the school. I would only have him ride the bus to school. And only if he is one of the last pick ups. I'm not going to put him on a bus for a hour...when we're just minutes away! The only reason I'm even perched here on the fence anyway...is because I think he'll enjoy it. He likes rides. He likes new things. And I think he'll find the adventure of it fun.
So now we wait. Until he officially turns 3. Next Saturday. And then the truth will be known...as it becomes real life. And not just another Trevy paperwork file. Which might likely encompass a small forest by now!