My son Christian is very hypotonic as a result of his chromosome disorder. He has mild, mixed CP--his arms & legs are strong, but his trunk and neck are weaker and floppier. When he gets excited all that can reverse in an instant and suddenly we have Mr. Jelly Arms arching his back or neck in some weird way and flapping his hands.

God love him...
When Christian was little nobody gave us any hope. He was limp as a dishrag, couldn't bring his hands together to midline, couldn't make eye contact, or roll over, or do pretty much anything other than stare at the ceiling.

Our doctors basically said, just love him as long as you have him. Yeah. Thanks, Doc. Here's your check for, oh, about $100,000...
But here's the thing...We never gave up on Christian. It was a lot of hard work--PT, OT, Speech,horse therapy, aquatic therapy-- but we kept at it. We never gave him a pass. I expected to accomodate his needs, but I would not give in to going easy on him because he was disabled. It took a long, long time but Christian *did* start to make some progress. He was very baby-like for over a year, very small and lethargic. He was 17 months before he ever smiled at me, about 2yo before he could tolerate actually baby food in him mouth. But then it seemed like he started to add some things, and each accomplishment seemed to unlock the door to another skill. Christian sat up at 2-1/2yrs and finally walked alone at 5-1/2yrs.
Today, Christian is 16. He still has the symptoms of mixed CP. His legs and arms are strong, his abdomen is weaker. He stoops a little when he walks because his neck muscles are weak. But the kid walks about 2 miles a day! He eats everything in sight. He swims and swings and kicks a ball. Christian never stops moving. We call him the Incredible Amazing Wonder Boy.
My advice to you is this: Never give up. Whatever it takes. When you're going through hell, keep going (Okay, that one's is from Winston churchill.) When we go the news that Christian would never walk, talk, eat, play or do anything, I just wasn't willing to accept that. I realized that NONE of the doctors was raising a handicapped child and none of them had even SEEN a child with Christian's rather rare disability. All they had was what they read in a book. No crystal ball. So we made our own future.
I wish you the best. You can do this.
