She's been in physical and occupational therapy for more than a month and has responded well. I have to be careful what I say and avoid giving either therapist clever nicknames because they're readers. But it's safe to report Hope is a promising pupil. We worried about how she'd handle 30 minutes of stimulation, but so far, she has exceeded our expectations.
They come to our house on alternate Wednesdays and work on things like neck control, balance, tummy time and building muscle. Sometimes, that's through bouncing her on exercise balls or laying her on her tummy. Other exercises involve toys with bright lights. Eventually, therapy will expand to off-site visits for a group therapy session on Thursdays.
Two observations from the physical therapist have delighted us.
I see Hope running one day.
Socially, Hope is where she's supposed to be or even a bit advanced.
I think Mo almost cried when she heard both. Too often, our expectations have had to shift downward. It's great to have high hopes.
P.S.: The uber-cool photos above are from my brother, Steve. That's my sister, Beth, and Hope being enthralled by a Daisuke Matsuzaka doll. Steve's a great shutterbug. Thanks, dude.
P.P.S: Happy birthdays to two of our favorite ladies: Mo's Leap Year sissy, Molly, and my dear ol' Momito. We love you guys oodles.