When you first realize that your preggo you think "I'm going to do everything right for this baby".
Over this last two months our family has been through some crazy stuff. Thus the reason for not blogging so often.
At the beginning of the school year Mr. Sonboul and I noticed some learning issues with Bradley. Bradley was SUCH a SMART baby... I know that every mom says this about their baby...but really this kid was smart and was talking at a creepy young age. Super smart kid! Once 3rd grade started he was getting more and more behind and Mr. Sonboul and I couldn't figure out what was going on. Then one night while helping with word math problems I realized... "oh my... Bradley must have the audio/visual delay that I have!". I started beating myself up inside, because even though it hasn't been proven "genetically"... I just knew that he had it and that it came from me.
As a child I really struggled to learn how to read and do math. Even the word "struggled" just doesn't even do it justice! As a teen I over came a lot of it and by adult time I was 95% okay... I'm still a bad speller...shh :)
So realizing that Bradley might have this, it was killing me inside. I started eating emotionally again and yes even put back on that awesome 17lb loss (over 3 months) :(
We decided to have him tested and oh man was that a waiting game with the school. Luckily my BFF is a special needs teacher and knew all the codes. She helped us draft up a letter that pushed it all along. Finally around CHA time they started the testing. I pretty much spent CHA time thinking about this every second. Everyday I talked to the lady testing him and she said "Your kid is REALLY smart, so there has got to be something going on if his grades are this low". Finally the results came back and I was right. Bradley and I both have an audio/visual delay. We never noticed it because he was reading by the time he was 4-5 years old. I thought that pushed him into the clear zone. However, I taught him to read and because I was taught like a child with a "learning disability"... not realizing it... I taught him how I was taught and how they teach in the learning centers.
We got him approved for the IEP and then came the second issue. On one of the tests it showed that Bradley has VERY low self-esteem, which is not like him at all. After talking to him I found out that his teacher has been yelling at him for the past 5 months and holding him in for almost every single recess and lunch break to do "make up work". The worse part is that she wasn't even teaching him in a way he could understand and so the poor thing would just sit there and miss almost every break. I was SO TICKED off at this and started fighting back two weeks ago. I pulled him from her class and wrote her a 5 page letter. This sounds great & all, but we needed to get the school to make room for him. All the classrooms were full. WHAT A HEADACHE!
Then what a blessing, last week on Thursday we made the switch happen when I threatened to go to the school's district. It was all such a mess and finally Bradley was in a really great new class. When the bell rang on Thursday afternoon, this little boy (I've been missing since last summer) came out of the class door with a massive smile on his face. He couldn't stop talking about the teacher and how fun/great she was. What a night and day difference! His love of learning was back and I couldn't help but kick myself for not changing him sooner or noticing sooner.
I feel like I'm staying on top of everything and taking one day at a time. I'm just overwhelmed, but grateful this part is over. Now, how do I restart my weight loss when I can't control motherhood?! Why do schools allow bad teachers in them?! This is the best school in town and so the school is great...just not this 1 teacher. Luckily she is retiring this year.
Well regardless, there it all is. It's been a long fight, but we won. NOW... I'm getting back on the weight loss wagon, knowing that Bradley is doing much better. I'm going back to my 7am workout time and will be hopping that nothing else crazy comes up. Here's hopping our luck will finally change. knock on wood, fingers crossed...a rabbits foot and anything else that will help X 10.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. I know it was a little long.