I’ll use Charlie’s Early Intervention services as an example.
When Charlie entered the program at four months of age, he needed a physical therapist, but there were none available so he was assigned an occupational therapist. His OT is a very nice woman, but she has a very full schedule and sometimes she runs late and sometimes she can’t make it. I didn’t complain about schedule shifts and always greeted her nicely and sometimes offered her a diet coke when she was over. Not major stuff, but nice stuff. I always stayed in the room during therapy and tried to be an active participant (except speech–I have to keep back a little or I try to talk for Charlie).
Our OT ended up calling a PT who was on maternity leave and got her to agree to take Charlie when she came back.
When our speech therapist wasn’t working, our OT called up another one that only takes clients on referral and got her to take on Charlie–she’s perfect for him.
Our OT brings us hand-me-down equipment when people donate it to her employer.
I treat the other therapists the same. I try to be accommodating–getting upset doesn’t make them magically on-time nor does it prevent the occasional cancellation.
Our PT offered to add a second day with Charlie when I got fed up with the private place. She’s also offered to attend doctors appointments with us.
When therapists can’t make it, they try to reschedule.
Charlie’s six month reviews have record attendance.
Our PT got pregnant again and had to assign some of her patients to a PT assistant–guess who she kept?
Charlie’s cute, but he’s not that cute. I really think that by trying to be accommodating, participating fully in the rehabilitation process, and treating everyone with respect I’ve gotten some the best treatment around.
As a teacher I know I bent over backwards for parents who called and chatted with me rather than yelled and berated.
With students, I got far better response by praising good deeds than yelling about bad. I could turn behavior around faster with a sweet voice as well. Don’t underestimate your smile–it’s a weapon.
Sometimes you have to get tough, but sugar can be an awfully good too.
Charlie playing my mom’s piano. I know one of them is blurry, but he’s using both hands! Had to share that.
Well, I hoped to get a little video of it, but I couldn’t, and I just can’t hold it in any longer.
Yesterday, Charlie was taking multiple steps in his gait trainer. One foot after the other, over and over.
My baby walked.
I realize I might not see it again for another six months or something, but it’s in there–it’s really in there.
Feel free to squeal. . . .
I'm Katy. I'm a wife, mom, and champion napper. My oldest son is four and has cerebral palsy, I have six month old b/b twins, and am expected my fourth baby in June of 2012. I consider myself living proof that God has a sense of humor. Read More…