Therapy

Despite Namine’s crazy sleep pattern the night before last, she performed admirably in therapy. However tired she may have been, she worked her little butt off.

Namine had two hours of physical and occupational therapy yesterday. She spent the time walking in her walker, not on the treadmill, but around the large room. The first hour or so was just walking around the room, and the second was spent walking around to toys, stopping to pick up each one, then continue on to the next. It was with the greatest pride – and well-earned – that Namine told me she didn’t cry once.