Wow.  My son just turned FOUR on the 30th of July.   I'm thankful to say that he celebrated his birthday with his new classmates at the daycare I found for him.  It's amazing how God works (and how the human mind sometimes fails to).  This daycare is literally two minutes from my house on the grounds of the elementary school that Rowan will undoubtedly be attending when he starts kindergarten.  It's a little pricey but the faculty is sooo great that the quality of care makes up for the price.  I've prayed and prayed and prayed already knowing that God will make a way for me to afford $700 a month for daycare and still live comfortably.  As usual, He's delivered (and QUICK TOO).  As a member of the Army, I qualify for military fee assistance which is going to knock a whole $200 off a month.  I think of the emotional rollercoaster I've been on for the last month, searching for daycare, trying to get Rowan adjusted to living back in Maryland and I realize that it was just a test of my faith.  I woke up at 3 am today and watched Rowan sleep.  I reflected on the horror that was my pregnancy, the long stays in the hospital, the MORNING,NOON and NIGHT sickness, the fear of being induced at seven months, and all the things that he and I went through up until this point.  All those problems and obstacles seemed like giants at the time but in retrospect, they seem so microscopic now.  I know now more than ever that there isn't anything God CAN'T do, including allow my son to lead a productive life, despite the fact that he has autism.  People always say, "Rowan is so fortunate to have you as his mother."  In all actuality, I'm the fortunate one. 

My son was diagnosed with Autism two years ago while I was stationed in Germany.  The treatment he received there exceeded anything I could have every hoped for.  The daycare was great, his OT was awesome and I couldn't have asked for more.  We arrived here in Maryland at the beginning of this year.  I am so frustrated with the lack of services I am receiving here.  It got to the point where I had to send my son to Texas to stay with my mother for three months because the child care provider who assured me she could work with him lied.  Her idea of working with him was restraining him in a high chair (which was way too small for him).  I was able to locate another provider, did extensive research on the facility and had a spot for him.  I discussed all of my sons "issues" with the director and she assured me that they would be able to work with him.   So I phoned my mother to say that I would be flying out to Texas to bring my son back.  I went into the facility yesterday to turn in the paperwork and all of a sudden....she's not so sure that their facility would be good for him.  I'm BLOWN away.  Not even two weeks ago we had discussed him attending and she was fine with it.  Now she's reneging.  I've never been so frustrated in my life.