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Showing posts with label occupational therapist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label occupational therapist. Show all posts
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Tasting
Before we feed Max from a bottle, we let him taste the food he's about to get from a spoon. I forget the precise reasons for this procedure, but no doubt they have something to do with developing a healthy relationship with food. Here is a video of one of the less successful meetings of Max and spoon. Note the bumbo seat.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Occupational therapy for babies
Occupational therapist C. visited Max today; this is only the second therapeutic visit Max has had since coming home. Carolyn is slowly figuring out the bureaucratic maze surrounding service providers. It's particularly troubling that Max has yet to see a speech therapist, given that his primary problem right now is eating by mouth.
C. specializes in baby massage. Maybe I was skeptical; now, I'm a believer. C. used something like a beneficent version of the Vulcan nerve pinch on Max. A couple of simple strokes and suddenly Max is smiling and gurgling happily.
C. also watched Carolyn give Max a bottle. It was shaping up to be another dud session, but C. applied very slight pressure to Max's temples and cheeks and he eagerly gulped down most of the bottle. He did so well, in fact, that his stomach rebelled and he vomited back about half of the feed. But no matter!
I wonder if perhaps Max's new friends can have great success feeding him at first, before he begins to associate them with food. Max long ago figured out that when Carolyn or I prop him up in the crook of our arm, we're going to try to feed him. But when these new people (the baby whisperer, C. et al) try, Max is caught off guard and he is anyway too polite to throw a tantrum in front of a stranger. Perhaps the secret to feeding Max will not be, as all the books advise, to put him in a calm familiar place but rather to surprise him with an unexpected bottle in novel surroundings.
C. specializes in baby massage. Maybe I was skeptical; now, I'm a believer. C. used something like a beneficent version of the Vulcan nerve pinch on Max. A couple of simple strokes and suddenly Max is smiling and gurgling happily.
C. also watched Carolyn give Max a bottle. It was shaping up to be another dud session, but C. applied very slight pressure to Max's temples and cheeks and he eagerly gulped down most of the bottle. He did so well, in fact, that his stomach rebelled and he vomited back about half of the feed. But no matter!
I wonder if perhaps Max's new friends can have great success feeding him at first, before he begins to associate them with food. Max long ago figured out that when Carolyn or I prop him up in the crook of our arm, we're going to try to feed him. But when these new people (the baby whisperer, C. et al) try, Max is caught off guard and he is anyway too polite to throw a tantrum in front of a stranger. Perhaps the secret to feeding Max will not be, as all the books advise, to put him in a calm familiar place but rather to surprise him with an unexpected bottle in novel surroundings.
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