Every Friday afternoon, we have the luxury of taking Leo to physical therapy at Children's Hospital for his torticollis. He Hates It. Hates It. Almost despises it. We strip him down to his diaper and the physician makes this kid work so hard - twisting and turning his little body in order to stretch out his neck. At first, he's all smiles and coo's, but once he knows what's going on, watch out. I feel really bad for Leo of course, but for the physician as well. I know she's trained with infants, but believe me, Leo gives her a run for her money. By the end of the session, he's completely pissed, she's ready to go home and we get the luxury of taking a tired, overstressed child home. As much of a pain it is, we can tell a huge difference in his head holding and he won't be helmet boy!
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Oh it's so sad. But he'll be so happy that you've done this for him.
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