Well, big day yesterday! In honor of that I'm sharing this video that demonstrates Noa's current obsession with dressing up.
We went out to the Blythedale Hospital School in Westchester for Noa's first school interview. Ben and I were nervous because we REALLY want Noa to go to this school! Blythedale is a Hospital School, which means that their focus is rehabiliation. Once a child has been "rehabed" they are sent back to their home school district. Why is this important? Because in the regular public school, the goal is to find a place where the child fits and can best learn the mainstream cirriculum (like the capital of Puerto Rico and stuff like that). Whether or not she learns to walk or communicate is actually less important to these schools... of course I'm sure they'd say otherwise, but point of fact they must tell Noa the capital of Puerto Rico even if she can't understand them or tell them that she'd rather learn how to walk or eat solid food. So.
Blythedale, on the other hand, wants to get her out. They are highly motivated to re-hab her to the point where she can go into a more mainstream situation. What does re-hab equal in a kid that won't "recover" in the traditional sense? That is something that is assessed once she is accepted into the school - they create their own IEP (educational plan) which over-rides the district's version.
The other great thing is that apparently because Blythedale is a hospital placement made out of medical necessity, the school district has to accept her placement (in other words they can't say no... which is basically all they've been saying to us thus far).
SO we were nervous!
We rented a car and drove up - Noa was a bit on edge all morning because she knew something was up. And she was even more on edge the minute we walked through the door because something about the place... she knew it was a hospital. It looks like a school, but I think it has the sound and smell of a hospital. She knew there were doctors around. Everytime I touched her she pushed me away - which she does when she thinks that I'm going to be handing her over to a doctor.
We ended up giving her her zu-zees (electric toothbrushes) to calm her down. And they did, but then she's sitting there in this wheelchair, face down, pressing two electric toothbrushes against her head... so that's not looking so good. And we'd been told that it's really important that they get the sense that a child they accept wants to learn and work hard -- in fact, I'd been gearing a lot of what I do with Noa over the past year to being able to prove this for these very people!!
When we asked what Noa would be doing they said she was there mainly so they could show her around and let her see the school (awkward pause)... hear the school? Luckily the doctor at the interview asked if she could she Noa walk with her walker - and that's when Noa got her chance to shine. Put her in the walker and zoom - she was off down the hall. She started signing with Ben, then she walked back to me and signed that she had to use the potty. She checked out a chair, she just did Noa things and was her totally charming, wonderful, curious self. She is her own best pitch-person - as always.
Phew!
At the end of the day we got the sense that they felt like Noa was a good candidate. She still have to be approved, but we got a really positive vibe from them.
And today -- I kid you not -- Ben got the call that she'd officially been accepted!!!!
This is the best news we could get for Noa. We may still have to fight the Board of Ed to ensure that her IEP is in order when we come back into the district... but at least now we know that next year she'll get the stuff she needs at a great place with great people.
Oh, and no don't have to move, she will go up there on a bus. Doesn't really take any longer than trying to get crosstown in Manhattan.