It’s always the same. Like Bill Murray’s movie, Groundhog Day. It’s the same in our home every single day, no matter what we do, what medications we try, what therapies we employ. My 9 year old just lives on the relentless Bipolar mood roller coaster. Every. single. day. Every day: …I wake her gently, quietly……
Birthday Parties Stress Me Out
There. I said it. I read here earlier this week about birthday parties. That made me think how much I get stressed worrying about birthday parties. In January, our oldest daughter turned 4. Lauren had decided she wanted to go bowling. But on one condition. Jillian HAD to be able to participate. (Even though they…
A little clumsy
Precious was born with hypotonia, or low muscle tone. She was so floppy when she was little she laid on her back with her legs in frog position for the first several months of her life, and she couldn’t sit up until after she was one year old. She walked around 22 months. She still…
Dream Night at the Zoo
Our local Children’s hospital and Zoo partner up to have a “Dream Night” the first Friday in June every year. This event is by invitation and allows family oportunities that don’t happen every day. It’s a night for Children with special needs get to feel special. Families get to go & not have to answer…
Birthday Parties
We want our children to be invited. We are sad if they are left out. But as Peanut gets older, the birthday parties are getting longer and more intense. For example, Peanut has been invited to three former classmate’s birthday parties for June. I assume all these children are turning 7 but some could be turning 6….
The ThiRd Rail
I’m still trying to figure out twitter. Can’t decide if it’s really useful for me or not. I’m trying out HootSuite which makes it more accessible, but still kind of overwhelming. Anyway last night as I was scrolling through the most recent tweets two words jumped out at me. Perhaps they would have jumped out…
On Vacation This Week
I wish that could report to you that I’m laying on this beach sipping a cool alcoholic beverage and thinking about all my daily struggles that I left at home. But in truth …
I Am That Tiger
I originally posted this years ago when I blogged under the name “Mia Hysteria”…yes, you know, General Hysteria. Don’t go looking, that site is no longer up. I’ve since come to peace with our family’s life and what was that blog’s purpose is no more. Digressing…. But this piece still holds true for me. Does…
Managing My Girl’s Tough Bipolar Weeks
Tough week here. My 9 year old forgot to take her meds once last weekend, and she spun into a pit of moody darkness for the rest of the week. It’s just part of the job with a neuro-atypical child, these zero-to-sixty meltdowns. It’s the crappy part of the job. Here’s how I handled it…
The one where I’m “JUST” a mom
I have this terrible terrible habit. You see? I introduce myself as “JUST” a mom, ALL the time. A few months ago, I was on facebook when I saw something come across my newsfeed from Holland Bloorview. They were looking for family leaders. At that time, we had just become patients there. But, true Cheryl…