Friday, July 6, 2007
The Fake Hip
My mom (that's her with G. in the photo) is doing well with her new hip (or fake hip, as my nephew calls it). She's already walking down the hallway with a walker. When I talk to her on the phone, she sounds great. Today she moved to the rehabilitation hospital, where she stays for a week or so.
I think I am coming out of my mini-depression, or whatever I've been in. Setting up all the private therapy has had me wound up, and trying to find some kind of nursery school experience for the twins has added to the strain.
Reasons I feel better:
1. We have a new Early Intervention therapist. This is the first one for whom it's a physical impossibility that I'm old enough to be her mom, which is refreshing. Even better, she has experience working with children with autism...hallelujah!
2. B. says the alphabet through "G" (every once in a while, when the mood strikes him).
3. The private OT and Speech are all set, and I like the therapists.
4. I've stopped crying every time I see a certain Suburu commercial. I don't know what that was about, but it was weird!
We are still having some serious issues (J. is having real jealousy problems, etc), but we are doing okay.