Friday, February 12, 2016

A Friday lift

C. lifts her body while on her stomach (you had to be
there)
I'm sure there are neurologists who would dismiss this observation as scraping the bottom of the good-news-barrel, but here goes anyway.

I have noticed of late that C. lifts her pelvis way up whenever I change her diaper - sometimes in response to my request that she do so. She keeps it way up for as long as necessary to enable me to change her diaper. She had been doing this on her back for some time, but now does so on her stomach too.

Bear in mind, keeping your pelvis up that high for that long is no mean feat. Impressive progress, don't you agree?

You can see her doing it here [above].

Today we're off to spend the weekend with our son, daughter in law and their children. C. and I rarely get away so this is a real treat. They've found us a wheelchair accessible  room right near their home.

And here are two items from higher up in that good-news-barrel:

1. A new shopping trolley is now available at all Target stores. The photo above comes from this source.

2. This item is from Psychopharmocology:
A drug normally used to lower blood pressure, the beta blocker propanolol, has been found to improve communication skills in people with high functioning autism. Even one 40 ml dose elicited the response... [Source]
Naturally I'm racing away with this uplifting discovery and wondering whether this has been or will be tried with the more severely afflicted population. Perhaps it would also work on them, albeit less impressively. Or, alternatively,  a higher dose might  work with them.

Who volunteers to prod these researchers to use our children in their next experiment?

2 comments:

Elizabeth said...

I think progress is progress. It's not only helpful to have C lift up her pelvis, but it shows some recognition on her part, some independence, even. Brava!

The Sound of the Silent said...

C. thanks you for that shout out. I knew you'd appreciate the significance of this. The trouble is, though, that every bit of progress whets my appetite for more, of the sort that would even impress our neurologist.