Feeling guilty

So we are just about to finish Luke's first whole week of ABA therapy. Going well so far!

He is also in the process of being potty trained. We have been taking him on a regular schedule about every hour. He has been wearing big boy pants every weekend the past month or so and has only had a few #1 accidents, so he is doing well! Today was the first day we sent him to preschool in big boy pants and had zero accidents until about 3:30 pm in the afternoon. He was even telling them when he needed to potty on several occasions. His last hour there he had two #2 accidents. Still haven't quite mastered the number 2 yet. But he is telling us that he has gone, so that is progress!

Apparently this is quite an accomplishment for a child with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder). His stage in the potty training process is actually pretty close to age appropriate for boys!

I was very pleased with how well he did today. Then I get his progress report mailed to us from his special needs preschool. He had a lot of lofty goals, many of which are goals to reach within one calender year. He only got to be part of the program for its last 6 weeks of regular school year, so I shouldn't expect him to have made all A's! But, still, seeing a list of all the goals and everything he has yet to do, really was depressing to me. It made me question whether or not we made the right decision to 1) only enroll him 2 days a week in the program when they reccomended 4, and 2) not enroll him in the 3 week summer school program, going on now.

Maybe I will feel different once the ABA stuff starts proving its worth, hopefully by the end of the summer, when we again have to make another decision about special needs preschool. I am praying that is the case. The ABA therapists and our consultant really feel confident that this is going to be a great thing for Luke. And they also think our decision to keep him at his mainstream preschool 3 days a week was also an excellent choice. So, I am trying to keep that in the back of my mind. But, it is just so hard, because every decision you make at this age, could dramatically affect his prognosis and success later in life. Why does this all have to be so stressful?

At this point, I just need to leave it up to God.