Not the Only One in Need of Therapy

Today was Thomas' third visit to Baylor Our Children's House for Occupational Therapy. Overall, I have been very impressed. The session lasts thirty minutes and Katie, his therapist works him the entire time. Not toy is easily obtained. Fussing doesn't get him out of an uncomfortable position. This is serious stuff.

Today's visit went well. Thomas is adjusting to the routine and sweet Katie said she could already see progress. She is absolutely one of the nicest people I have ever met, so it is hard to know if she would ever say anything not positive after a session.

Thankfully the drive down went much better than last week.

It was our first trip to Baylor OCH from our house and our appointment time is 8:30 am. Thomas had not slept well the night before. I was tired and driving a new route in traffic, nervous about getting there on time. I turned on Abrams instead of Skillman, but the whole time thinking I was on Skillman until I had gone too far and had to backtrack. While trying to get myself back on the road I knew, I made a right on red. And there were the flashing lights and siren right behind me. The policeman wanted nothing to do with my sad story of being lost, trying to get to my son's therapy appointment, you know the adorable one the the back, and yes, that is a heart surgery scar you can see there by the neck of his shirt. It was just this past April, sir. Sob, Sob. A hard time for the family. No he didn't want to hear any of that. Didn't even give me a chance to start my pitiful speech, just wrote the ticket, jumped back on his motorcycle and in seconds was pulling over a Ford F150.

I don't know if you have had the joy of being pulled over with a three year old in the back seat. Let me tell you, it is a joy. "What's that policeman doing?" "Why are you turning on this road mommy?" "Why are you stopping the car?" "Why did he give you a ticket mommy?" "Why did you turn?" "Were you not supposed to turn mommy?" "Red light means stop, right, mommy?" "Where are we going now, mommy?" "Are we going to a police station?" "Are we going to the police station after Thomas' appointment?" "When are we going to the police station?"

Oh, good times. Let me tell you.

And then, when we got in the car to go to where else but Target later that afternoon, she says "Remember to stop at the red lights, mommy." Thanks Olivia.

So today's visit went much smoother, and was much less expensive. There truly is a lot to be thankful for this holiday season.