Today I am a happy camper. After struggling for months to fit C into a newborn bath ramp she had long outgrown, and then giving up on it entirely and having to bathe with her so she didn’t get stuck in an involuntarily reflexive movement she often reverts to when stressed, we finally have a safe bath seat. She can sit up in it and play. Now, I’m told that she didn’t actually love being in it during bath time. I was out doing something selfish, er, I mean, doing “self-care”, at the tennis court. But she’ll get there.
We also borrowed a walker. It’s an old walker – I’m going with the description “vintage” – but it works for now. In the meantime we’ll wait for the interminable bureaucratic processes to occur so that the funding agency can confirm our child is indeed disabled enough to qualify for funding so we can buy a different one that will grow with her to preschool age at least. So things are moving!
I’d put up a video of her using the walker we’re going to get, except she was wailing, and I was frantically singing “Itsy-Bitsy Spider” to calm her down. She did eventually settle into it, but of course she has no idea that it IS a walker, which will allow her mobility and independence. To her it’s just an annoying thing mum put her down in, when she really wanted to be held. For a child who can’t move independently, being held is far more comforting than sitting somewhere where you might end up slumped in a position you don’t want to be in, and won’t be able to get out of. But I’m optimistic that will change.