Owen had his second Physical Therapy appointment this morning. The worker said he did very well—but of course we still really have to work on belly time. Of course, she makes it all look easy and deals with his frustrations much better than I do (she IS the professional, after all!)… 🙁
Of the 50 minutes we were there, he probably spent 25-30 total on his stomach, which is a miracle (and he was even tired and cranky the last 10 minutes). So I come home, all hyped up to try everything and positive it’s going to go well…and five minutes into it he’s frustrated and I’m frustrated and it spirals downward from there.
Hoo boy.
We can only keep trying, I guess.