Seeing the Physio--Is it always so painful?

[Arabica]

Esja (10 months, GDD and hypotonia, non-DX) is normally a very placid baby but all that changed on Friday, when she had her first physio appt. The physio was lovely, and doing lots of things with (and to) Esja that are obviously designed to help stimulate her development, but she HATED it and was screaming her head off. Not in pain, more in anger and frustration because she was being forced to move in the 'right' way, which doesn't come naturally for her; and all the toys she wanted kept being placed in hard-to-reach spots so she had to stretch for them.
We've got 7 more weekly sessions to go in this treatment block--I'm dreading them. Does it get easier?

[ThomCat]

It got easier for DD1 but it took a while I have to say. Sorry. I used to dread the appts. Now she has more confidence and trust and she cooperates but they used to stress me out, and her, big time.

[chonky]

I think it does get easier, but I used to find it really hard. We used to have real scenes about dd going in her standing frame, which she hated at the time (at about a year old). She loves it now fortunately!

I also used to feel really inept as a mum, as the physio was so confident with handling her with her hypotonia, but again I found it did get easier as I got more confident.

Hope it goes OK for you and Esja

[Aloha]

ooh, hard for you. If she was older you could leave them to it, but she's so young, and it's so painful to do anything to small children that they hate, even if it for their own good like vaccinations. Ds just refused to cooperate really with stuff (dyspraxia) and I am rubbish at pushing him. I think you do have to trust that if they are good, nice, qualified people that they are doing the right thing, even if the children don't like it. Poor you though. A really tough one.

[Arabica]

Intellectually I know it's the right thing to be doing, but all sorts of emotions were coming up. There we were on a glorious sunny morning. It felt like everyone else in the entire world was doing happy mum and baby stuff in the park, doing interesting jobs, being asked their opinions on stuff, getting to make choices. And there we were in this horrible soulless room, with some psycho forcing my poor little baby to stretch her reluctant legs out and turn her ankles straight, and being told (rather than invited to consider) we were coming back 7 times more.
(sorry, am ranting, but sometimes I just want to be anywhere other than being patronised in yet another medical institution).
Yes I know what would help: going to some kind of RL special needs drop in so I don't feel like I have to explain Esja to other mums. But would you believe it, there aren't any in Hackney.