MK took them of the bus and they didn’t make it inside for an hour!
|Ellie and Snow Baby|
|Mali and Snow Baby|
|Mali, Snow Baby, GB, and Hope|
Hope has now had seven doses (very low- 2.5 mg) of Abilify. In that time she has had just one rage. Huge improvement! She is doing a better job of completing her work and following rules in school. However, she still has RAD.
The alarm to her door has not been installed yet. Earlier in the week, she got into GB’s nail polish one day. Another day she brought somebody’s make-up home from school. This morning she came out of her bedroom completely dressed, with her coat on. Ummm, her coat doesn’t belong upstairs. I check her pockets. A single key, a ring with five keys, an antique broach. The broach, I think, was my MIL’s. I am clueless as to where the keys came from. We went downstairs for breakfast. Hope refused to take her coat off. I fed the girls and they gathered their stuff for the bus. Hope was still acting strangely. I told her to take her coat off and gave her a coat with no pockets. She started crying and crossed her arms. I sent GB to wait at the bottom of the driveway for the bus. Hope and I were stuck. I very quietly told Hope if she missed the bus, nobody would be driving her to school. I waited. After minutes had passed, Hope reluctantly took off her jacket. I instantly saw the problem. Hope was wearing yesterday’s shirt, complete with last night’s dinner on it. I told her to change her shirt and the tears started again. She said that this was the only pretty shirt left in her draw. It was time for the bus and I pointed to the clock. We went to her room and I choose a shirt and told her to put it on. She then put on the coat without pockets and as we went out the back door, the bus stopped at the end of the driveway.
I am grateful that I didn’t have to restrain Hope this morning. I am tired of every little thing being a hassle.
For over a month, I have been sharing my waterbed with The Dad, two Maine Coon cats, and an assortment of towels. I wrote about it here. Yesterday, The Dad put the new waterbed mattress together and filled it. I slept without towels and woke up dry. Life is good!
The kids spent three hours at Kid’s Kingdom in the Little City. The Dad and I drove them, with MK, paid for their admission, and gave MK money for lunch. We picked them up three hours later and nobody wanted to leave.
We did this to manufacture time for The Dad and I to spend alone. We went out to lunch and then to couples counseling. Couples who raise special needs children have an extraordinarily high divorce rates. Throw a RADish or two in there, expert at pitting one parent against the other, and professional help can be a necessity, not a luxury. Divorced Trama Mama’s aren’t a rare breed and the norm for Trauma Mama’s can be strained relations between them and their other half.
The Dad and I have been married a long time. We have even survived raising a RADish together. Surviving is not good enough. We are looking for more. I have not kept Hope’s struggles a secret. Our life is never easy, but the last eight weeks had pushed us over the cliff. We were not in sync at all. Hence, couples counseling. We are working for our future. God has better things in store for us. We are looking forward to our future together and if we need help to get there, we get help.
We had our first snow day of the year today. It was more rain than snow so we needed inside activities. We broke out the craft kits and everybody was involved in their own way. MK and Mali were process oriented in making their dinosaur. GB was result based, wanting flowers for her “new” just her room. Hope spent a lot of time picking out her starting color (blue) and not much time painting. I was the designated photographer.
Hope has not raged today. There are still problems with sneakiness and manipulation, but it is noticeably better then it has been. Both girls are enjoying having their own room. I hope the door alarm shows up today!
* Hope saw the pediatric cardiologist yesterday, who said her arrhythmia was benign.
* I started her on 2.5 mg of Abilify last night.
* Hope is in her own room. The alarm is suppose to come today.
* Last night, Hope sneaked out of her room and got into nail polish. The Dad was furious. MK shrugged and asked him what he expected.
* GB has completed 6 hours of recreational reading to earn an amusement park ticket from school.
* GB received another award from school. Last time it was for effort and this time it was for improvement. Her good year continues!
* Hope’s world has gradually expanded in the last 18 months. After Orlando, I plan on making it very small again, until she can handle it.
* The first of three packages arrived for our waterbed mattress replacement. The other two are suppose to arrive today.
*** Orlando can not come soon enough ***
Hope’s our big day. We see the pediatric cardiologist and hopefully get Hope cleared for medication. Please keep us in your prayers and thoughts… we truly need it.
Hope now has her own bedroom and the alarms are scheduled to be delivered Thursday. The therapist is talking about day treatment for Hope and wants to fill out a SPOA. I thought that was only for RTCs but apparently I am wrong.