A Rough Start to the Day. Day 76: June 19, 2012

Dallas didn't sleep much last night; waking up ever hour or so, calling me in to get him a drink, to "pat here" (because he itched), to ask me to turn the television on, or to simply say "I love you, Mommy".  So, needless to say, I didn't much sleep either.

We went to PT this morning at 9am.  This was NOT a good day for him, at least in the beginning.  Dallas didn't want to play, he didn't want to stretch, he didn't want to do anything.  He was very difficult and non-compliant.  So Jessica stretched out his arm, at which point he began crying, saying that she was hurting him.  Then he crossed his arms and wouldn't uncross them.  She would ask him if he wanted to play a board game.  No.  Do you want to swing on the tire swing?  No.  Do you want to ride the bike?  No.  Do you want to build a puzzle?  No.  Do you want to walk up and down the stairs?  No.
He just wasn't interested in ANYTHING!

But alas, about 15 minutes or so later, he wanted to get on the tire swing.  So that's what he did.  Holding on for dear life, swinging back and forth, straddling the tire swing.  Spinning in circles.  Swinging back and forth and side to side.  He had fun.  Finally, there was a smile!  He engaged in this activity for about 15 minutes before switching over to a slide.  The Rainbow Slide, is what they call it there.  So he crawled under the slide, climbed on top, and stretched over it.  He had a great time!  Especially since "Bubba", aka Tyler, went with him.

After the slide activity, he played the frog game, and then rode the bicycle.

Once PT was over, he went on to Speech therapy, where they massaged his cheeks, his chin, his neck, and his lips again.  She said that he was redder than last time.  We noticed that as well.  I was telling her about Dallas swimming yesterday, and she said that it could be a chlorine burn.  Really?  Seriously?  A chemical burn on top of what has already happened?  You've got to be kidding me!  Guess we'll be holding off on the pool for a while.

Overall, therapy went pretty well.  It started off rough, but by the end, he did very good.


The rest of the day, Dallas played the Xbox, the PS3, played with Tyler and Mac, spent some time outside on the back porch, playing basketball and bowling, and even helped clean his room.

By the night, Dallas ASKED to take a bath!  Dallas, ASKING to take a bath?  Am I dreaming?  I immediately ran to the bathroom to start the bath.  He has been so reluctant to taking a bath, and now he's asking?  WONDERFUL!  I was so thrilled.  And he did so well in the tub too!

And now, it's time to have him brush his teeth and get off to bed.  Dallas has therapy again tomorrow at 11am.  So he needs to get some rest.