Some days, physio is hard. Really hard. Asher is unproductive, uncooperative, and grumpy. We try to review what he's been doing since our last visit and he wants nothing to do with it. It makes me have my usual crazy thoughts of "he's never going to sit/crawl/walk" and I am in tears the second our PT walks out the door.
Today, however, was fantastic. Asher beamed from ear to ear when she walked in, and from that moment it just got better. He was loose, he was motivated, and he worked hard in every position we had him in. We had a good chat about new and interesting ways to try to let him play on his own (not being able to sit or crawl makes life incredibly frustrating for him). We also had a great chat about our meeting with the physiatrist (doctor of rehab medicine) later this month, and came up with an informal plan of what we are going to focus that meeting on. I am really excited to talk about the future and further therapy options.
Once again, I was teary when she left, but good, hopeful tears today. Maybe one day he will sit, crawl, and walk. It's going to take some time and a whole lot of effort by all of us, but today it doesn't feel so daunting.
God do I love that little guy. He's my hero.