Ummm, Guess What? PLEASE READ


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Ummm,  we are moving! Err,  to a new Web address,  not another duty station. Although,  you could equate it to that. Anyways,  when we move (sooner than you think) we will need you to follow us there.

We don’t want to lose you. That could make us look like bad parents. And we maaayyyy have lost a kid or two before. Just saying… We don’t want to lose you either.

So please follow us at http://www.chaosorganized25.com

And please don’t make me beg. I look really unattractive when I do.

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Is a 504 plan Right for Your Child- Via Military Special Needs Network


School starts next week for us (thank you!). Last night was our open house and the children got to meet their new teachers prospectively. Of course new situations don’t come without a few bumps we must maneuver around along the way. On is named Ms. Pérez, who happens not to be Diva’s kindergarten teacher for the entire year. For half of the school year, Ms. Pérez will be the teacher subbing for Diva’s real teacher who is on maternity leave until Christmas. However, at this point I feel that is the least of Diva’s worries.

Up until this point Diva as not been in a public school education or qualified for IEP to obtain admittance to a special needs preschool. She has been tested twice and told, even though she was mute during both testing periods, that would not impact her education and she still passed all the tests. Her passing the tests was remarkable to me since they reported she didn’t say one word, does not know how to spell, read or write. So here we are a year later in a new state and a new school district. Seeing Diva in a preschool setting I feel she will not qualify for a IEP, however, I feel there are certain accommodation. So how do we get those accommodations for her if she has no IEP to write them in? Say ello to my ittle friend… the 504 Plan.

I have been looking for the Dummies Guide to IEP’s and 504’s and found one today. Who can say “awesome sauce”!? Just say thank you to Samantha over at Military Special Needs Network provided us with a great explanation of the difference between an IEP and a 504 plan.

Summer Heat… And I Don’t Mean the Temperatures


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Summer vacation is winding down; oh no. I. Am. So. Sad. I don’t really know how to write sarcasm, but that was it folks because I can’t wait until August 27th when both Bug and Diva will be in school full time. Don’t get me wrong. I have loved this summer off from therapists and appointments. It has allowed us to be free with our plans and let me enjoyed our children at their finest moments (and their unfinest).

Of course that meant I have a army of stories to share. My spawn never disappoint. We cried, yelled, smiled and laughed. This summer has taught us many new lessons as a family and opened up opportunities for our children they have never had before.

First up, pets. Real pets. Not no swimming guppies in a tank. We are talking real furry pets that require care and responsible owners. Err… I haven’t met those people yet, however, after a month I can safely say our pets are still alive and the kids aren’t asking to take them back.

And now for a story for your enjoyment.

At this point in their little furry cute lives, both Dog and Cat are not fixed. Don’t worry folks that will be fixed next week (no pun intended). However, Mother Nature likes to remind us all she is still in charge. Let me also quickly refer you back Manhood and Bugs adverse reaction to blood.

When I saw drops of blood in Cats bed after returning home from shopping, I got worried. The amount did not scare me. What scared me was Bug and Diva noticing and me have one bleeding dog and two hysterical children. I quickly picked up her bed and rushed Cat outside away from the children so I could inspect her. I guessed while we were out Catdog got a little too rowdy playing. However, I couldn’t find the source of the bleed. I let Catdog back in the house and immediately saw droplets of blood on the floor.

I needed to call the vet anyways regarding next weekend appointment. While confirming the appointment I mentioned how our poor baby was bleeding and I couldn’t find where from. And then it hit me. Ewwwww. Yea, eww. Do I need to go into more detail? Ok, fine.

I explained to the vet tech that our dog was bleeding from her, um, ya know- special area. The person on the other line just laughed, “you never have a dog in heat?!”. Well no dear. If I had I wouldn’t have just made a fool of myself telling you my dog was on her period. But now explain that to our five and six year old. Yup, I decided it was time for bed. I think that explanation can be saved for another time and place; one where daddy is home to do it

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How Do I Set Up My Child’s Services at Our New Duty Station?


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The dust is finally starting to settle down on our pcs roller coaster ride. The boxes are almost unpacked and I’m starting to get the layout of the land. The first important step I need to take next is to set up our children’s services. But how do I do that? Well I am here to give you a little help.

If you didn’t know- once you change Tricare regions you will need to get all new prescriptions for your referrals. We went from TriWest to TriNorth, because we switched Tricare regions we have to get new referrals before our children are able to start receiving services again. Which means we had to go to our new PCM to get the new referrals to our specialists to get the new referrals for our services and prescriptions.

I would suggest calling to make a appointment with your child’s PCM ASAP. If you are unable to get a realistic appointment day scheduled, try asking if they have a clinic case manager or speaking with someone at the base patient advocacy department. For example, we arrive mid July. We were given an appointment date of mid August. Bug has a rare medical condition that requires mail ordered supplies and medication. We would be out of those items if we waiter until the system worked. Therefore, I had to call the base patient advocacy who informed me they actually have clinic case managers. The case manager was able to get us next day appointments. Now all our referrals to their new specialists have been placed and we even have scheduled a few appointments with the specialists.

It really just takes time and patience. One last piece of advice is to alert all parties involved of your move. A month prior to our pcs I informed the medical supply company that we would be moving. They were then able to alert the new branch of our incoming and our needs. This worked well as the new branch called us and set up a delivery before we even seen by the specialist. They also called our insurance to see what needed to be done on their end to speed the process along.

Mommy Moment Monday: Nothing Completes a PCS like a Trip to the ER


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I think I have read that title phrase a million times and sadly it is still true. So here to entertain you on your Monday is the first story from PCS hell.

Our first PCS was a overseas tour four years and one kid ago. Of course there was a lot of stress in anxiety trying to move our entire lives and two kids (one with a life threatening medical condition) two under two years of age across an oceans and away from family. Joy oh glorious joy how I was so thrilled to be taking that trip that involved three layovers and over 24 hours of travel. Needless to say by the time the movers showed up at 10, I already needed a drink. However, that had to wait since Diva woke up THAT morning with a 105 fever. She was not herself and we decided that we didn’t want to chance her getting worse and with a fever for the first time that high and not knowing at the time if she shared Bugs medical condition, a trip to the ER was needed.

However, before I could load her up in the car, we needed to pack it.

Here is a little PCS pointer: anything you DO NOT want the movers to pack you need to isolate. I have heard of people designating certain rooms with “do not pack” signs on the doors, people standing 24 guard over the items to make sure they are not packed by mistake and more. We chose to pack everything not going crated into our car. After our belongings were loaded and driven off, we were driving 15 hours to our families house. So it was easier and made since to pack the car before the movers got there. What ever method you choose; choose one!

So the epic day arrived, pack out day. Diva woke up with a 105 fever and the movers were due at any moment. Hubs and I threw all our luggage into the luggage topper we bought and used on top of out vehicle. The movers arrived and I left with Diva barely lucent in the back seat.

Strike one: Hail. Yes, hail. I drove over to the nearest emergency room in the neighboring town through a hail storm. I was scared out of my mind, but Diva needed medical attention. I arrived and tornado sirens where screaming at us. Not only giving us a warning of the storm but also more to come for our family.

Strike two: We spent 6 hours in the ER with no cell phone service. I have a slight problem with needing to be in control. Not knowing how the move was progressing was sending me into a panic attack. Being locked in a mouse hole sized white sterile room was taking its toll. I held it together for Diva. Finally, she was discharged after her fever was under control and tests showed nothing serious. So I ran her out to the car in the storm. Luckily the hail and sirens stopped. But not the sheets of rain.

Strike 3: We arrived home just as the rain stopped. I walked in the house and instantly realized one flaw with our plan of loading up the car pre trip- standing there with only a PINK pull-up on was Bug. Diapers. I forgot to leave diapers. Hubs was smart enough to call one of my friends with a small child and asked to borrow any diapers she had. Sadly for us, her daughter was potty training. I just kept reassuring Hubs that all real men wear pink. He then informed me of how it all happened and strangely kept reassuring me that Bug was ok. . Never start off a story by reassuring me the kid is ok.

Apparently Hubs was busy helping the movers. He knew Bug would be content watching tv. Bug was content. He was also content drinking the 6 cups of juice Hubs kept feeding him. Needless to say, the one and only diaper in the house filled up fast. Leaking through his clothes and my favorite embroidered silk thread pillow (which promptly went into the trash). He tells me how he called my friend to get diapers and how she showed up quickly only to discover that Bug must have still been thirsty because they found him and the floor covered in weed killer! Bug must have been searching for a drink and thought the weed killer was a tasty choice. However, poison control didn’t feel that was a humorous conclusion. We had no way of knowing if he actually ingested any and how much. Try advised us to watch him, which we did much more carefully. Lucky enough, he never reacted.

And the home run: After the lecture and lesson from poison control I felt we needed to get the some clothes on the kid. Hubs scaled the car to get into the car topper and our suitcase. After he opened it up he discovered our “waterproof” car topper wasn’t. He further found out that everything in it was drenched. He opened up the black suit case and here it is folks… The grand slam… All our clothes in the suitcase were dyed black; an entire and only suitcase full our our clothes ruined… All our clothes we had with us for the next two months.

Yup. It was a glorious experience. Obviously we all survived and we got a new wardrobe to boot.

** keep us in mind the next two days as we travel across the United States on the longest and almost last leg of our PCS. From St. Louis to Richmond, VA. What I love best as I drive is knowing I am every kids road trip bingo dream ~ Hawaii plates!