I feel the need to note what has happened. I want all well informed of how this has unfolded.
Last Thursday, Julian's blood sugars were running a little higher, it was to be expected since I(mom) overslept and woke up 10 minutes before the time we usually are walking out of the door. He eat dry cereal for breakfast, and was treated in the school parking lot. Normally by the time we are in the school parking lot, Julian has had IOB(insulin on board) for an entire hour. On this day, Julian was at school for nearly a hour when his teacher recommended me to come up and check him out/administer insulin. When I got there they were out on the play ground playing, and the teachers were sitting alone on the bench. I sat with them to let Julian enjoy a smidgen more of his day, before making him come home. We're talking and I mentioned that I wish they could administer at minimal one unit of insulin on the rare occasion he may need it during school hours. They went on to explain to me that they could administer medication(which I knew) yet, my gears are turning and I remember both years they informed me that they administer epi pens, and to this point they have agreed to use Julian's glucagon... soooo.. I was curious as to what exactly did the law state, and how was accepted and could fall through the cracks and what couldn't. Debbie, the director told me she'd be glad to talk to the Health department to find out exactly why they do things that way and would get me answers to cure my curiosity.
the following day, Friday, Julian ran LOW at school. He had tee ball the night before and he trends lower after so much running and playing. His teacher was great about keeping me informed as to how he was doing. At one point he was at 51 and I hurried over to insure he would be okay.. when there his teacher handed me a paper from the director Debbie. Julian was not happy about leaving and was crying, with his face buried in my belly. His brother was crying as well, because I had interrupted his nap to run to the school for Julian! So the letter was tossed in the school bag and I was going to address it when we were home. Half way home the kids calmed down, and I pulled off at a gas station to read it, because I knew it had to be about my questions the day before. This is where I was told the school would not give ANY medication, besides the EPI pen. The reasons the EPI pen was an exception as because it was for life saving device, that is pre-measured, and because 911 would be called if ever it was administered. Well this made me question, should Julian's Glucagon been included in this form? They did infact, two years in a row, agree to administering it. It has been sent to school with Julian daily. So again I am very curious, and call the director. I ask her about this, and was taken back that she is now claiming she never was informed of his glucagon, and she indeed never said she'd do such a thing for Julian. WEll. that conversation for sake of time, will be summed up as heated, and no very productive. I called Julian's last year teacher that was also present when the director was taught how to administer Glucagon, amazingly she can recall. Amazingly, his this year teacher can recall, and after a discussion on Saturday, where she reassured me that there must have been a misunderstanding, and that they could administer Glucagon. She also informed me that Debbie(the director) put a note on julians hook, calling for a meeting Tuesday after school. But to def. send Julian to school Monday.
Josh brought Julian to school Monday, and Jai & myself went to pick him up later that day. As far as I know that day went as normal as any day prior. At pick up, Julian's teacher, Susan, met me in the hall and told me that I should "come prepared" for the meeting yesterday. Those words haunted me until we got home, when I then texted her to find out what exactly she meant by that. I asked if I should look for Julian a new school? or what. She replied that she believed everything would be painless, and just to bring printed out papers to help my case.
Last night I went to bed with chest pains- the anxiety was overwhelming, and the thought of it all was sickening.
Today Josh again, brought Julian to school... and also met Jai and I at pick up. Joshua played with boy boys in the courtyard, while I went in to meet the teacher, director, and over ministry leader. I still had chest pains all day. Sitting down, I was given two options. TO sign their wavier, stating they had gone back on their word, and would not indeed give Julian any medication, even in the event of an emergency need(hypoglycemic episode). OR pull him out and get my money refunded. Neither of these was what I wanted. I tried to explain, and question why could they give an EPI pen, yet not a Glucagon Pen? IF their rules in their own handbook said no medicine, HOW and WHY is EPI pen an exception? WELL because its an EMERGENCY. BE its pre measured. Because they call 911 after its administered. I tried to tell them Glucagon was the same exact way, but each and every time I even said the word" EPI pen". i was asked, " does you child need an epi pen? if not then we do not have to discuss it with you." (keep in mind the Friday prior today, i was given a hand written letter stating they would indeed administer epi pen) Hold my tounge became to much to bare, and I made sure to express my disappointment in the people who are supposedly," Doing gods work". I came out roaring like a tiger, with a dagger in her heart. Josh knew by my face things had gone terribly wrong, and by the time I sat in my car i'd lost it. I couldn't even begin to explain to him the conversation, or lack of conversation. I told him no one would believe me, so go in to see their attitude for himself.... So he did, while I stayed in the car, RECALLING ADA.
Before this school year started I PRAYED and PRAYED for this school to some how some way have an opening. After much prayer and not hearing anything I nearly gave up. I was on their waiting list alone with another schools but my heart really was aimed to this one. One day out of the blue the director called me, telling me she was in prayer that morning when God came to her and told her to open a 3rd preK4 class. I was the first person she thought to call, despite the fact we were 5th on their list. IT WAS AN ANSWERED PRAYER. so why now is all this happening? WHY did god make this opportunity... just for it to be torn away?
As I sat there on the phone, sobbing in heartache for my child, I watch all these other parents playing in the courtyard, loading their children in their seats, kids showing off their work that they are oh so proud of. And I feel envy. I feel anger. I want to interrupt them and just make my statement clear. YOU PARENTS ARE SO LUCKY TO NOT HAVE THESE WORRIES. THESE PROBLEMS. THESE FEARS. YOU TAKE YOUR CHILDS HEALTH FOR GRANITE! These parents have to fear their child getting rejection for bullies. Other bratty kids at school. NOT BY THE ENTIRE SCHOOL BOARD. For a chronic disease that he did not ask for. ITs mind boggling that im in this situation. I can hardly catch my breath with these horrid chest pains, when I feel even more heartache. I turn to see Josh walking out of the building, standing tall in his uniform, with a box. A box of all my sons artwork from this year. His extra pair of clothes that was kept at school. and any and everything with his name on it. Like he'd be fired from a job, and had packed up his desk. Yet, it was my 5 year old who was kicked to the curb. As if my child's life isn't hard enough being poked, stuck, shot up with insulin, contacting staph from his sites, wearing 2 devices constantly, the awful feelings of lows and highs all around the clock daily, but now I have to figure out a way to make this right for him, despite all my efforts so far, I feel I failed him in a way. ADA has a lawyer working on our case, and I can not wait for him to call my phone. I can not wait to know our legal rights, because no matter what it takes, I will make this right. If there isn't a law to protect my son, or others like him, I will find out what needs to be done to put one in place. IF there is a law protecting him, the school with be sued. THIS will not happen to my child again. This WILL not happen to ANY special needs child again. THIS IS WRONG.
WITH a strong hug, in the arms of my uniformed hero, I pull it together, because we are a team. and WE will get through this. I began to drive off when I pulled over a block in my route. I had a very strong feeling to go visit the other preschool, the one I was on the waiting list for( my 2nd pick). Their school day had just ended as well. I strolled up with two cranky, hungry children, and makeup running down my face, as the tears were still flowing. Standing at their glass door looking nothing shy of a homeless girl, the director opens her doors to us. I try my best to not let my voice break as I hold back tears to explain it all. The director remembers me from my call this past summer. She immediately hugs me, and tells me Julian is accepted with out me saying a single word more. she then hugged Julian and told him she loved him.
Their were two teachers who had openings in their classes, and we went to meet them. when LINDA, the new director walked into the room with the teachers her first question was, " Does either of you know anything about diabetes?" Kim, ( one teacher replied) "well I do, my 3 year old niece is a type 1 diabetic." I again lost my composure. Was this not the work of GOD? She began to cry as I cried... I tried to explain as much as I could and tried to express my gratitude, but im sure no words can begin to explain.
The director assigned Julian to her classroom. Julian loved it there. The director also told me we wont have to pay this months tuition, its on her. & Julian can start tomorrow, and we can just pay her the other money when we get the refund from the previous school. I am still a nervous wreck about starting new at another school. Nervous this teacher wont keep in contact like the old one did, etc. But Im praying really hard about it, and doing my best to keep positive.
Julian knows nothing about why he isn't at his old school. He was told their was a leak in the roof, and the toilets are broken, so NONE of the kids are going back to that school this year. :( This new school is not a fix. It is a band aid, a blessing. The fix will be preventing this from ever happening again, which leaves me where I am...
Not to patiently waiting with my phone glued to my side. waiting on the ADA to return my call