Because of some potent fertility drug they pump through the water fountains at the therapy office, our occupational therapist (OT, for the uninitiated) recently went on maternity leave. We had our first session with our new OT this week and J-Man did extraordinarily well.
For the past few months, the OT sessions have been ‘home visits’ (therapy in your ‘natural environment’ – a.k.a. home where all the toys are), but we’ll be having sessions at the preschool until a home visit slot opens up with her. We shoved a session into the crazy schedule so he wouldn’t have to wait all the way until the 17th before we get into the new routine.
There was so much stuff in that kinda small room that I thought it would unnerve him, but he had a really good time. It helped that she didn’t make him do any eating work. It was motion stuff (vestibular and proprioceptive for those of you who know what that’s all about), which he’s been doing well with of late.
I was really impressed by how well he took to her and all the good eye contact he made with her. He’s doing pretty well with new people – and he loves him the ladies – which is a relief for us (the eye contact and comfort level more than the lady-lovin’). She read him well – a skill we always appreciate – and seemed to intuit well when to push him and when not to.
Hopefully she drinks bottled water. The new and expectant demographic there is impressive!