The overwhelming sensation of being overwhelmed was overwhelming. Owen slept all and for that I was thankful. Off he went to school after I had tried to prepare him for the rest of his day. He was going to a physical therapy evaluation after school. This meant I would as picking him up a little early instead of him riding the bus home. This was the first part that was hard on him because he loves his routine and he loves riding the bus. The therapy place was about forty minutes away so this caused him to have anxiety about all the red lights that weren’t green and any slow down on roads that I had to turn on. I tried again on the way there to explain to him what was going to happen but how do I even prepare him when I wasn’t a hundred percent for sure myself. The place was a lot bigger than I expected. When we walked in there were doors everywhere. This was hard for him to process. Some were open, some were closed and then we got to the slider window to be checked in. That was too much for him. The receptionist left it half open, several times. This was several times too many for him. I could feel his anxiety increasing by the moment. He was distracted by the cartoon that was on the tv but he wanted Mickey Mouse so as much as it was good it was still hard on him. There were too many people coming and going for him. A little boy was crying and we still “had to wait our turn”. When the therapist came to get us we went to a room. He immediately started saying he needed to go potty but that is code for I want to run around this place and not be in here. I could tell by the gleam of his eyes and he uses it a lot to get out of sitting at the kitchen table. The evaluation kept him in high gear. Spitting, biting, pulling my hair, and numerous other things kept me on the emotional rollercoaster. The therapist understood but it’s still tiring and hard. My sweet baby O is incredibly strong, flexible, and has amazing balancing skills that show such stamina and body awareness but when you look at the big picture he has low muscle tone and no understanding of his surroundings or how his body works. After the first part of the evaluation, the therapist wasn’t sure if he needed physical therapy but once she saw how he handled the steps she could tell he would benefit from it and not just occupational therapy. I left there drained and he left hyper. He screamed the whole way home and all I could do was think I wish it wasn’t so hard on him. The rest of our night he was still very overstimulated but the session completely wore him out. He was asleep quickly and this momma has sat since then reflecting on our day. I dream of tomorrow because I know that it will be a better day. We grow, we learn, we love. Don’t let today stop you from seeing the bright spot of tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.