Is Something Following Me?

Susanne had to be on the road no later than 9:00am because Paxton had a therapy session scheduled for this afternoon. Scott helped with getting Paxton ready and finished assisting Susanne with packing the car. Even though they had gathered everything that they could have last night, the to-do list felt like it was neverending.

Paxton cleared his system a few times before he was placed in the car seat. As Susanne was driving away, she thought that she could smell him again. She stopped dead in her tracks and took care of that business.

No matter what Susanne tried to do, nothing was keeping Paxton cold enough. He was overheated for most of the ride. Susanne had lined his car seat with ice packs, had the A/C blasting, windows were down, and window shade in place. Even his own personal fan had nothing on the sun. The problem was strictly due to the time of day it was. The sun was creeping in on his side of the car. No matter where they were on the road the sun followed them like a dog trailing something. After a few hours into the drive, the sun finally moved to Susanne's side of the care. She couldn't have been happier. She had started to grow icicles off of her nose. She invited the warmth to come right on in.

Susanne had left with plenty of time to arrive to the house an hour before Paxton's appointment. Her hope was that he would be able to take a quick nap before his therapy session. Unbeknownst to her, there was construction all along I-95 North. There were even multiple sections that were condensed to a one lane road. That was just crazy business. They ended up arriving to the house five minutes before the scheduled appointment time. Susanne had just enough time to get Paxton in the house and changed before the doorbell rang.

Paxton did rather well for what Susanne and the therapist had expected. The therapist started the session with a massage of his muscles to help wake them up. There were definitely no complaints on his end. He sat well in propped sitting position and used his hands to hold some of his weight. He even mustered up the energy to lift his head a few times while on his tummy. When he was visibly exhausted from all of the activities he had been asked to do, they moved to an exercise that was less strenuous. They placed Paxton in his high-chair so that he could play with a couple of scoopfuls of his mixed pasta. He didn't last long. He started to tire out pretty quickly. They both noticed that his breathing was heavier than usual and it almost appeared labored. It was at this point that they called it quits. Paxton obviously needed to rest and recuperate from a job well done.

Within minutes of putting Paxton in his crib, he fell asleep. He didn't budge or move the rest of the night. Everytime Susanne went to check on him, he was in the exact position she had left him in.