This is Ali pumping... iron? Well, whatever it is (rolls of gauze, I think... you gotta start somewhere), she ain't a happy camper (I wonder if Ali's angrily tore the faux fingernail off of Grandma's left index finger???). As you can see, Ali is responsive to physical therapy. She responds the way most of us do when someone mentions the word exercise. But, while many of us put off our commitment to a new work out regime 'til Monday, we're not letting little Ali off with that ol' lame excuse. No procrastinating, baby. Get in there and work it!
So here's the kind of progress Ali made yesterday: she turned her head from one side to the other, she yelled at her nurse, she smiled when her grandma played with her little fingers, she yelled at her grandma, she sucks on these little baby bottle nipples to learn to work her mouth muscles, she yelled at her other grandma, she sits up with help, she yelled at the physical therapist, her alertness increases daily, and she yelled at her momma.
The doctors continue to be amazed by Ali's progress. I'm glad I'm not alone in my amazement. This is one tough kid. She definitely ain't no wimp. She's a fighter. I guess that's how it is when you're working with strength that flows from the healing hands of Jesus.