Sometimes, OK most of the time, it’s really hard to get services for my kids. I had a tough time getting my baby into Occupational Therapy. I started with a Regional Center evaluation that said he was fine, which convinced me more that it should be looked into. I got the pediatrician to prescribe an evaluation. We waited forever for insurance to approve that, then waited weeks for the results. When therapy was recommended, I changed his medical group, which took a few weeks, then took the report to the clinic we already use, and they said they have to do their own eval. Ugh! That took weeks to get approved and schedule. Of course it took several more weeks to get the results, and wait for authorization to do therapy. Then we were on the waiting list for an opening. Seriously? It’s been over three months in process. His delays are a lot more significant now, as a nine-month-old, then they were back when he was a five-month-old.
I finally went to another clinic and got on their wait list. So, then we were on two. With therapists on vacation, even though there was a spot open, he couldn’t start for another month. So ridiculous. But I was glad to have a spot. I’m glad I toured in person and was able to personally convey my concern. This is also how I got a physical therapy opening. I conveyed, in person, my great concern for my child, and they bumped him up the list, and started him a few days later. I don’t know if my personal presence got me spots any sooner than I would have anyway. Sure seemed like the spots became available soon after my visits.
The squeaky wheel always gets the grease, but it does seem that when faced with a real mom holding a real baby, with a real concerned demeanor, things are re-prioritized. I need to remember that, just because the providers are relaxed about the wait, it doesn’t mean we should wait.