This goes for taking care of Jack, too. My dreams for my son.
This year I am keenly aware of just how lazy we were this summer. Feeding therapy? Yeah that barely happened. I know I am supposed to be letting him play and get messy in food. To put lots of different things on his plate. To let him explore. But I just haven't been doing it. I blame summer laziness. And I feel guilty. Oh the preemie mama guilt. I am sure feeling it.
I can see places in every area of Jack's therapy (physical, occupational, speech, and feeding) where we've been lazy. I know we have a narrow window to help shape Jack, to help his brain create new pathways around the damage caused by his bleeds. I know that repetition is key for him. And it just hasn't been happening.
Ugh. Sorry buddy.
Summer is wonderful. Full of lazy days. Going to the park. Laying in the grass. Travel. Those are all good things. Good for the soul. But, there is a time to get to work.