I am taking a break from the HORROR that is the hockey game right now (ok I can hear it but I can't bear to watch) to tell you about Asher's appointment today. We went for another check in with the physiatrist (the doctor who gave us Asher's diagnosis and will likely be the one leading any treatment if that's what's in store for us).
I kind of thought this appointment was pointless. Asher just saw her three months ago and there was no treatment or MRI on the horizon. Turns out that this appointment was just what I needed.
She had nothing but praise for Asher and his progress, especially in commando crawling. She made me realize that all of his little improvements are real achievements, small as they may be. As little as she knows him, she even noticed improvements in some of his reflexes or more importantly lack of them (Asher has been holding on to primitive reflexes - particularly ATNR - for far too long and they have been impeding his movement. In the short time she has spent with him she noticed how much that has changed since she saw him last).
Asher, although still a bit sore, coupled with becoming increasingly shy, behaved - of course - like a champ.
All good things. A good day. If only the Canucks weren't being blown out...AGAIN. Sigh.