So we did it, we survived Grayson’s first OT session! It was pretty uneventful. Gray and I drove into town, parked around the Outer Circle of Regents Park and walked, yes walked to the clinic. Grayson was reasonably cooperative and amused himself looking at builders along the way, as well as peering down at he basements of the offices / houses we past. He loves the book Funnybones where the skeletons live in the cellar, so he was on the look out for skeletons! A quick dash into Natural Kitchen for a healthy lunch and we were on our way – ok ok after I had had to leave the queue twice to find the little monkey who had run off around the shop / cafe. One blip is allowed right?!
Grayson met his OT Nancy and off they went to ‘play’ leaving me with two other mummy’s, both of whom were over with their children from Moscow for an intensive therapy week. It seems the clinic has lots of international children receiving treatment. I dread to think how much that all costs, but it makes me feel even happier with our choice.
The 45 minutes passed almost two quickly, I wasted too much time on Instagram and not enough time doing the admin I had planned on doing. I was invited in to see what Grayson had been up to. He had been having a blast, throwing himself around an obstacle course, and bouncing on a mini trampoline. All great stimulation for his vestibular system, but I immediately thought it was going to be a quiet drive home, he would be exhausted. He really settled in well, and seemed like he had been going for years, I adore that about him, how he just waltzes in like he owns the place and says hello. No homework this week, so they have eased us in gently, but I need to re read the report and understand whats going on more. We are all on such a learning curve at the start of this new journey.
It was a bit more of a struggle to walk back to the car, more due to sheer exhaustion than anything else I suspect. I did a lot of carrying, bribing and encouraging, and we got there without too much drama. Within about ten minutes he was snoozing blissfully, good old Classic FM and the line ‘Mummy wants some quiet time’ does it every single time! I am so proud of my little bean, he did so well today. Hopeful, but not delusional that next week will be as easy.
Bedtime however tonight, oh my goodness was tough. It went on for two hours. Lots of tired tears later, from us both, he finally nodded off and I snuck away downstairs. I was getting so frustrated but having read about Baby Charlie’s family loosing their court battle with Great Ormond Street today I felt awful grumbling that my darling boy would not go to sleep, I just lay there crying for them, and holding him close. I am so so blessed to be able to tuck him and Ruby up every night and to hold them close. I cannot even begin to imagine what Charlie’s poor family are going through tonight.