Physiotherapy

We went to our monthly group physio appointment at the hospital this afternoon.

I don’t know why it is, but Talia hates it. She transforms from a placid, happy baby into a wailing, uncooperative mess every time we go. I’m starting to wonder if she doesn’t like the smell or the lights - because there is nothing else I can see that is particularly different about the place, and she starts fussing even before we ask her to do anything.

I also find these visits stressful, partly because Talia is unhappy, and partly because it becomes ever clearer how far behind she is falling compared to babies of similar corrected age. She is 5.5 months corrected (8.5 months actual) and shows no signs of wanting to roll yet. She doesn’t automatically reach and play with toys, or bring her hands together often, and she doesn’t play with her feet at all.

Finally today they told me they feel she would benefit from one-on-one sessions in addition to the group sessions, so we will be starting in January. We are hoping to avoid the situation where she becomes frustrated because mentally she wants to progress but physically she is not capable.

Talia’s “boyfriend” Reuben also comes to these group sessions. Reuben and Talia were born on the same day, with only 2 days difference in gestation, but Reuben has always been larger. In the beginning Talia was 855g where Reuben was something over 1kg. Now Talia is 5.4kg and Reuben is a whopping 8.7kg.

It’s so cute to see them together!