Sam was not his old sunny self either. He was afraid of all types of physical activity. He was very stiff and unco-ordinated which we thought was due to the operation. As it turned out, he was also severely dyspraxic.
No help was available for dyspraxia, we tried to improve his physical skills ourselves. Someone suggested jumping exercises, so I coaxed him on to the first stair in our house and encouraged him to jump off. I was waiting to catch him, but he was still terrified. Dyspraxics often don't have the reflex actions which you would expect. Sam didn't know you had to bend knees on landing, so he landed straight legged jarring his whole body painfully and hurting his back. I felt such a bad mum for betraying his trust. After that experience we stuck to swimming and walking!
We have a story on the way to school |
I used to enjoy the walk to school which gave us the opportunity to have a story on the way there. On the way home I just used to listen to all the things that Sam had to say about school. Such happy days! It was very pleasant in the summer because we had a little lane between the hospital and the park which was pretty and countrified.
Peepo was a lovely book - even I liked reading it. It is one of the ones we have kept, despite its being held together with ribbons and things. It's a bit chewed but it holds happy memories.
I had forgotten we used to keep the baby bath under the cot upstairs. There was nowhere to keep it in the bathroom, so I used to lug it up and down stairs for his bath. At least it was empty at the time! As it was such a long way to the kitchen from the nursery I had one of the first baby alarms which was quite high tech and cutting edge at the time. I was very pleased with it. I had to remember to turn it off until I had read the story. No one liked listening to Peepo three times in a row every night, except George.
And so to bed.
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