This morning was pretty rough. Sam had his first physical therapy and he HATED it. And by hated it, I mean full-on yelling, screaming, sweating, hitting etc. The therapist was nice enough to tell me it's probably that he's the youngest and he's not used to being told no.
Wasn't that nice of her?!
Our afternoon was much better. A fun birthday get together at the park with some nice friends.
2 comments:
I'm sorry he hated it and sorry the pt was tactless...therapy can be wonderful and/or miserable, depending on so many factors. Will pray next time goes better!
I'll come do it w/ him. Poor guy.
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