Speech Therapy....

So we always knew Billy was pronouncing some letters wrong... instead of Gee it sounded like Dee... and other letters, but he was 2 & 3 & finally 4... we figured he would eventually grow out of it.

When he started Pre-k this fall, his teacher pointed out that he might need a speech therapist to help him with his articulation. If we were able to get help outside, than it could speed up the school's processing to get him seen.

In October, I made the appointment with his pediatrician. His doctor agreed that he was hard to understand and put in the recommendation to see the pediatrician speech therapist for review.

I was finally able to make an appointment, but of course it was at the hospital across town instead of our regular hospital. So I make the thirty minute drive, get on base, unload my double stroller, and pack it with three children.

I walk into the huge hospital, ask for speech therapy, they send me down the hall, upstairs, around the corner, and I wait. I'm late, but I'm standing in line. She finally calls me to the desk.

"You need to go to pediatrics."
Are you kidding me..... Do you realize how hard it is to push a regular graco double stroller.... now stick in a 4 yr, 3 yr, and 2 yr old. Ugh. I'm sweating.  So I try to pull this stroller out of line and head back down the hall, pass the elevators, to the other side of the hospital.

Hi Pediatrics... Nope... wrong place. Ugh... It's ok. Just go next door.

So I go next door. We meet Sherri. Billy does his "test," my other two find it fun and start trying to do it as well. Sherri decides that Baby's too young, but she's going to test Beau on the spot. Yay.

Well, if we get Billy in speech therapy now through the base and in school, he will be understandable by next year. If we get Beau in therapy now, he will be understandable by school start in the fall.

So we wait for the therapy to call. They finally called, but only for Billy. Really? Whatever... So he has his evaluation next week...