In a Nutshell

Last week, I had my first meeting with Dirty Job's new "support coordinator." In case you didn't know, "support coordinator" really stands for employee of the state who wants you to have the least amount of services so that some other kid can use the money. OR the money can just sit there because it's already dedicated to long term care. At least in this case that's what it stands for.
Anyhoo, the woman is nice, just very quick to scrimp on the services my son will receive. And on top of it all, there is a communication barrier between us. She doesn't understand everything that I am saying, and I don't understand everything she is saying.
So, after much prompting and finally raising my voice, she got authorization faxed over for him to continue his OT (occupational therapy). When she called over to his therapy center, she told them under NO CIRCUMSTANCES would she approve 2 hours of therapy a week, which is what he has been getting since his second or third week of therapy so many months ago. All this to say, I will be requesting a new support coordinator. Ugh. This process can be so frustrating at times.
I'm so glad to know that Dirty Job has a great OT who held his spot for him while we worked out the paperwork. I'm thankful that his speech therapist has continued to see him twice a week, even though they have heard boo from the support coordinator. Mostly, I am thankful for my God who has my little man's best interest always at heart. ALWAYS. He's doing the fighting where there seems to be stagnancy.