Today is Open House at Rosie's school- the day we find out who her teacher will be and meet them. It's also the day I try to educate the teacher (Or teachers? Rosie thinks they change classes in 3rd grade.) in a very quick format about Rosie's needs.
In First Grade, this went well- her teacher actually invited me to stop by the next day so we could talk more. In Second Grade, the teacher gladly accepted the material I'd printed, listened to what I had to say, and promised to call/ email if she had any questions.
My problem every year has not been with the teachers, but with the Clinic Aide who is the one Rosie sees daily in the clinic. The woman is not a nurse, and she has no interest in learning any more than the absolute basics about Rosie's care. We have had many, many "discussions", this Aide and I.... some much nicer than others. One resulted in me calling a meeting with the principal, during which DH nicely says that I "was clearly in charge" of the meeting. (I may have been a little upset. I came well prepared, including carrying a pile of ADA papers. They had poked Mama Bear!) We'll see what today brings.
Supplies I'll be dropping off in the clinic today include: monitor, strips, lancets, big bottle of glucose tablets, 8-pack of juice boxes, glucagon, and copies of all the paperwork (doctor's orders and my own things.... our private school does not do 504s). Additionally, Rosie always has a back-up monitor and sugar source in her backpack, which stays in her classroom with her.
I'm praying for an understanding teacher, and dare I say it, a new Clinic Aide. However, if we still have the same one, at least she has basic knowledge and I won't be starting from scratch with her.
Now, if only my voice would come back enough to talk to people today without coughing, I think we'll be all set.
Do I seem familiar? :) This blog is new, but I've been around the DOC for a while, and I've been blogging about other topics for years. I'm AmyMCGS pretty much everywhere online- CWD, Twitter, etc.