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Friday, April 25, 2014
Hydrotherapy
This is a new therapy that UMMC started on John 2 weeks ago. Hydrotherapy is a relatively new thing in the hospital so John gets to try it out too. This is his first time and basically the therapist is assessing what John can or cannot do in water. Water is now a tool for the therapist. Friends and family members have often asked for updates on John, we appreciate their thoughts and concern but progress is slow and therefore difficult to quantify. While his ability is limited by his brain injury, his thoughts and feelings are that of a 16 year old boy. Yes...he will be 16 this year. When a pretty girl pass by, he will turn and look...a bit embarrassing but he is a guy. The other day I was doing some speech therapy with him and then I sighed and said that how I wished he could call me mama since he had no problem saying papa. I didn't think very much about it after that but I noticed he kept looking at me and sighing. Of course I was clueless as to what was happening, when I asked him he kept sighing and looking into my eyes. We did our usual bedtime routine and then his eyes turn red and tears started flowing when I asked him if he was ok. Still clueless, I hugged him and assured him that I loved him so that he can settle down and go to bed. It was in reflection and retrospect that I realised what I said had sadden him. Often we blame our children for not 'performing' cos they're not trying hard enough and this would be another example of it. Following night after our bedtime routine I told him God gave me the best boy to be my son and how blessed I was to have him. I can't possibly describe how much that meant to him cos even though he has no speech you can see it in his eyes, his touch and his gentle kiss on my cheek. Yes, I have a special needs child but he is a good son. |