Life is not always cake and although Deak is definetly made of miracles and hope and cuddles - yesterday, he was made of something else.
I am thinking along the lines of a different kind of four letter word.
This boy is two, and there are days when he wants to remind everyone around him.
He yelled at his Speech Therapist for an entire half hour yesterday.
The only time he didn't yell is when she paid direct attention to him, did what he wanted her to do, and didn't require him to talk. Which made the whole "producing speech" bit a little hard.
He then went to Occupational Therapy where he proceeded to arch his back, lie on the floor, and smile. Every time he was moved, he screamed. He got his way and bossed the therapist into swinging with him for a good twenty minutes.
His physical therapist then waved and smiled at him as we were leaving. Rather than his usual response of waves, claps and giggles - he looked at her and grunted.
Let's just say...by the end of the afternoon, I was in tears. I understand it is hard to be him, but sometimes it is hard to be me too, and I had just now wasted a very valuable couple of hours. Don't get me wrong, I completely empathize with Deakon's need to tell the world to "Kiss off" every so often; I just wish I didn't have to drive to Salt Lake to allow him the opportunity.
The second we got into the car, he was all smiles and giggles, and perfectly content watching Diego while sitting in his carseat(although the onryness did continue throughout the day periodically). Blair laughed at me when I told him that I made Deakon do some therapy at home with me for a good 30 minutes when we returned, as a consequence. Trust me, Deakon definetly knows how to manipulate...and it doesn't work so well on me. (Before you think I am the meanest mother around, I should say I did reward him with fruit snacks during the therapy...I am not that cold-hearted.)
I guess I've learned that I am not the only one who sometimes needs a break from all the therapies and doctor visits.
5 comments:
That's not mean! I thought I was supposed to try to do physical therapy every time i thought about it. It mostly seems like playing together anyway. Lily had two time-outs during her session today which I know the therapist thinks is a waste of her time. (Actually she doesn't, she told me one time that it was good to see me using discipline like you would with the average-developing kid.) Anyway, asserting two year old independence by chucking blocks at the therapist's face doesn't constitute acceptable behavior, even if I feel like doing too.
That's quite a list of therapists. I think you both have a right to be a little grouchy sometimes. :)
I think we have to remember that Deak is just like us. He has his good days and his bad days I am sure. Aren't most of them good days? I personally think he has the right to give the therapists a piece of his mind once in awhile....how annoying for him. Of course, I am not the mom who goes with him when he is grouchy.
Good for Deak, let'em have it!!
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