Last Sunday I decided to spend a little one-on-one time with Ben during church.
Ben has been using a gait trainer in physical therapy to encourage him to bear weight on his legs, and hopefully learn to walk one day. Our house, however, isn’t very gait-trainer-friendly since we have rugs everywhere. Our church meets at one of the local high schools and therefore has large expanses of smooth floors perfect for gait trainers. Our physical therapist therefore suggested taking it to church with us to see if it worked better there.
Ben did fairly well. He still doesn’t know how to propel himself forward, but definitely deliberately pushes himself backwards. He had a great time, though, and tolerated being in the gait trainer for about 20 minutes.
When he got tired, we went to the nursery and spent some time with the other babies. He had a blast playing with the toys there.
And after that, we just hung out, got his feed going, and waited for service to be done. He was just about ready for a nap by that time.
I didn’t hear a word of the church service, and honestly didn’t feel like I missed anything. Hopefully the Good Lord will forgive me.