Our OT sessions have always been a struggle for him. Part of this problem has been OTs giving him activities that are too hard. Sometimes, they're a few months wrong with their developmental milestones and that can be significant at Max's age. A few months ago, an OT told me I could teach Max to brush his hair by demonstrating it and then letting him have a go. So, that afternoon, I grabbed his brush and demonstrated "this is mummy brushing her hair, this is mummy brushing Max's hair". When it was his turn, he donked me on the head with the brush and toddled off.
Another problem, is Max's steadfast determination to find other ways of doing things. A few weeks ago the OT showed him how to pull some blocks apart. When it was Max's turn, he stared at the blocks for awhile and then bashed them on the table until they broke apart. Hilarious, but not the point baby.
Max is also very adapt at using his feet to do things. We have a toy letterbox, I hide things in it, hold down 'lefty' and make righty open it to get the 'treasure'. It was a great game for a few days until he figured out he could kick the letterbox over and release the treasure that way instead.
And then he smiles like this and tries to charm his way out of it
The hardest part for me, is summoning all my positive energy needed to motivate and encourage him. Positive encouragement spurs him on and works a treat but
At the moment however, I'm pretty pleased to have figured out a system that works. One of our Snowdrop exercises is 'contrasting sensations'. I have lots of Tupperware containers full of different sensory activities (dry pasta comes in so many awesome shapes). I have rice, couscous, shredded coconut, slimy things, sticky things, fluffy things and cold things. I keep them in a place he can see them but not touch them, something so devilishly tempting for a one year old.
This one is fun. Bag of rice with 'treasure to find'
Slimy ball things
Max has to grab a few handfuls of frozen peas after each meal. Initially, he wasn't fazed by the cold sensation but now it's starting to annoy him. Success!
Every day, we do several short 'bursts' of constraint therapy. He has to grab a few handfuls of something and feel the different sensations, whilst I cheer him on. I mix it up as much as I can, so he doesn't get bored. The other day, righty made a HUGE mess playing with tiny bits of pasta. It was an awesome achievement for righty but I'll admit it was a slightly soul destroying mess to clean. It's getting colder now and raining a lot so we're doing more of this inside. Summer was great, we'd do stuff outside in different parks. We were the weirdos in the park playing with couscous.
The awesome thing is, that this system works and righty is showing improvement. I've learnt that doing activities in small 'bursts' maintains his interest, and keeps it manageable for us both. I've also learnt to only do therapy when I'm not already flustered and to seize the moments when he is motivated. I also do sneaky therapy while he's asleep such as massages and stretching he won't let me do otherwise.
I sneak therapy into day to day life and find myself doing things, that borders on what must look completely ridiculous to others. When we're out walking, I pick different leaves and flowers from people's gardens for him to 'inspect'. It's a great sensory activity, though he does look like the Bush Tucker Man sometimes.
When we're at the supermarket, I position his pram so that 'righty' is alongside something alluring so that he reaches for it. Things like crinkly chips, cat toys and 'red spot special' signs all get righty reaching and practicing his grasping. I know I'm setting myself up for future problems but right now, I couldn't care less. 'Mr Righty' could commit a brutal stabbing and I probably wouldn't mind (I'd possibly be proud).
Righty about to pull the pigs tail
We're also doing lots of work with his language development. Being proactive with this now, will hopefully prevent (or minimize) cognitive and learning problems down the track. We do flashcards, sign language and we're also learning animal names in Italian. We sing and have dance parties, where we both collapse in an exhausted heap by the end.
The improvements I'm seeing are phenomenal, but I need to keep the pressure up every day. It's all worthwhile though, for moments like this-
Um, you're meant to wait until after we sing Happy Birthday.
Dream big Maxwell. You can achieve anything.
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