Updates...

After my lovely post on ESY and my Victory, they tried to burst my bubble by denying him anyway. I got an email a few days later saying that they indeed were too late and that there was nothing they could do, classes were already formed and there was no room for him in any classes. Humph! I wasn't taking that one sitting down.

Thankfully I had done my homework before my meeting with the team. When I got the email saying that he was not going to be in ESY, I immediately pulled out my original proposal (and added item 3 of the state law about the team needing to agree that it was necessary) and shot off an email to the Head of Elementary Special Education for our district. I cc'd his teacher, the OT, and the school psychologist, I was using their names and felt that it was the least I could do to let them know that I was fuming mad and was going to put up a fight. I sent the email around 8:00 pm, then I had to sit back and wait.

After a suggestion from a friend, I left a voice mail for the Head of Sp Ed the next morning, letting her know that I sent the email and was looking forward to speaking with her.

I heard nothing that day. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I hoped that it was good news. I was hoping that my reason for not hearing anything was because she needed to get her ducks in a row before speaking to me. As it turns out, I was right.

It was not until the next day but I finally got a phone call, and an email. Yesterday I signed the paperwork for the bus to pick him up at daycare. We're officially a done deal. WooHoo! One big hurdle off my back.

Last week, in the midst of fighting for ESY, I got the results of his Asperger's assessment. I've written before about my hunches regarding Asperger's and the Little Man. I was kind of right, and kind of wrong. He got a diagnosis, but it wasn't Asperger's, he actually got diagnosed with Autism due to a lack of eye contact which pushes him over in to the communication side of things and warrants a full Autism diagnosis. Though this has been in the back of my mind for years, actually hearing it from a professional - it hurt. I cried long and hard but then realized that he's still the same boy he was the day before. Nothing has changed, he's still my Little Man.

We ended the week with a short vacation away. A trip to the beach with family that was wonderful. It was much needed and could not have come at a better time.