Day three of intensive physical therapy proved to be too much for me. Sarah cried her little heart out within 20 minutes of starting the session. The therapist asked me to leave the room because it seemed that when Sarah could not see me, she was doing what was expected of her (and more). Yet as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, she would stop working. Either way she had tears running down her little face, so I stepped into a little closet room in the center. I sat there for the remaining two and half hours listening to her cries and protests. It felt like time would never pass. As soon as it was all over I got a wonderful progress report. Sarah did more work than expected at this point in the therapy. As soon as I picked her up, the waterworks ended. That let me know that there was nothing wrong with Sarah, except her
hatred of doing any
exercises.
Sarah came home, ate lunch and took a nap. As soon as she woke up, she wore her fairy princess Halloween costume and she was off to the first of four Halloween parties she has been invited to. It was a great break for Sarah, who got lots of candy, carved a pumpkin, danced, and listened to Halloween stories. She sitting now, watching the Daily Show with great intensity (she either gets Jon Stewart on a different level or she's giving him dirty looks, its hard to tell). I wonder if she knows she's going back to therapy first thing in the morning.