Thursday, August 14, 2008

Well, it's official...

my child HATES therapy. No, seriously. She HATES it. I know, I know...hate is such a strong word but she really HATES it.

I think I may have mentioned before how she's always happy and never really cries. I mean, she'll definitely let you know when she's not happy but it's really more like complaining or whining than actual crying. She usually never gets worked up enough to even produce tears, even when she's getting vaccinated. She doesn't cry when she needs to be changed, or when she's hungry or when you put her down. She gets very excited when she knows she's about to be fed but again, no crying. When she goes to bed for the night, there's no fussing and the few times she's awakened before morning there's been no crying. Everyone who's visited or doctors who have seen her have all said how pleasant and good natured she is. Well goodness gracious, why did no one tell us how very spoiled we were?? I laugh now at the times I've ever said she was hysterical.

She wasn't much of a fan of therapy from her first appointment but it was still more whining than crying. She cried through the second appointment but still nothing a kiss from Mommy couldn't fix. We had our third set of appointments yesterday. She was Little Miss Sunshine in the car on the way there and was smiling with the receptionist when we arrived. Then we get inside and the very second she realized what was going on, she started screaming. I mean, big crocodile tears and crying so hard she was shaking and heaving. It was a fit, the likes of which I never knew she had in her! It was even more distressing because the physical therapist doesn't do anything to her that we don't do at home. I make her sit, reach for her toys, roll over and over on the floor and she does all that there too.

She stopped crying when that appointment was over but as soon as we went into our room for occupational therapy and they put her in a high chair, the water works started again. My friends always get a little misty when they mention having to take their kids in for vaccines and now I can relate because I was about 5 seconds away from crying myself. The worst part was when she would look at me like, "Mom, why are you allowing this?" and reach her body toward me. B has a theory that she just doesn't like being told what to do. I don't know anyone like that.

Then, after trying everything else I remembered that there's a song that always gets her to relax. I've used it in the early days when we were introducing solids when she wanted no part of sitting and sometimes when she's having trouble falling asleep. I would like to take this opportunity to thank my mother for making me watch The Sound of Music so many years ago because Do Re Mi is now an integral part of my life. I started singing and the child stopped crying that very second. It was so shocking that the other therapists all came to watch. I had to sing that song for the remaining 15 minutes of the appointment and whenever I stopped she started crying again.

I'm only sorry that I didn't think about blessing them all with my awesome voice earlier.


2 comments:

Kiwi said...

LOL!!
awwwwww
She loves her mama'c voice
must be love, love love! :P

Jayan said...

(((((Mommy and Sydney))))) that doesn't sound like it was fun for either of you!