I couldn't take my son to his physical therapy appointment today, due to his nonstop crying from teething. He cried all morning long, so I took him out of the house, which helped a little. He cried in the line at the bank, and cried at the dance store while we were getting ballet shoes. On the way to the appointment I knew it was a mistake to try and go. He fell asleep in the car which he never does, and I had to call and cancel the appointment.
The therapist says that the most important thing is the work that we are doing at home, but he only lets us get away with so much. Therapists can always do more with him. He is almost 18 months old, and we feel that we are getting nowhere fast. He can sit in the middle of a room now for a few minutes before toppling over, and that's where we stand. No attempts to crawl or scoot around. He seems way to week to attempt to cruise around on furniture. He will just do a standing position against the couch for about 30 seconds, before bending his knees to sit or fall down. We feel so hopeless at times, which leads to anxiety and depression about his future and ours as a family.
When I take my son to his group/school therapy programs the kids in there are way worse off. Some can crawl, but it is just so depressing, the whole thing. We are happy to have him, and feel that God sent him to us for a reason. We will offer him the best care and love and that's why we feel we have him. That said it is still really depressing and I have to take each day at a time, and not even bother to think about the future yet. It just causes way too much anxiety.
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