Lucy's first day

Today was Lucy's first time at therapy; she had a half hour of PT and a half hour of "infant stim," where they basically just play with the child and work on interaction, speech, social stuff. All morning, I kept telling Lucy how big a girl she was for getting to go to school like her brother. I told her what fun she was going to have. All the while, she smiled at me adoringly, having no idea what I was saying. That's because I was really saying those things for my own benefit, trying to ignore the fact that my baby needs therapy and I knew she was going to cry through it.

I stayed with her for the first part, PT, when the therapist asked me to. Lucy mostly cried the whole time, not liking that the therapist was making her lean over and reach for things, which was uncomfortable. Lucy doesn't have some of the "fall" reflexes (e.g., she doesn't try to stop herself when she falls backward).

When the time came for Lucy's infant stim half hour to start, that therapist came in to take her: it was Will (Nate's favorite ABA therapist--the one who came to our house for months for his in-home therapy and still works with Nate as his shadow at Group)! Lucy knows Will. She reached for him and, get this, put her head down on his shoulder and didn't even look for me as he walked away with her. Thank you, God! For this half hour, I was in my parent meeting for Nate, which was near where Lucy was with Will, and I didn't hear a peep of crying the whole time. :) Phew!

Here she is, ready for her first day