Bout 2 weeks ago I got a call from the school. It had not been long enough since I had stopped receiving phone calls from the school that it sent panic through me. And my panic was warranted. It wasn't anything really bad but someone from student support wanted me to know that Ladybug was having a rough day.
Oh crap!
I knew we were at the beginning of a downward spiral. For the most part she was holding it together. At school. But home was getting rough. Attitude! Angry. Defiant.
But I already had a med check-up scheduled so I just held my breath and hoped we made it to the check-up before one of us had a melt down. It was going to be close.
Monday we had the med check-up. I had already decided I was going to ask for an increase in her dose. The med worked for a couple of weeks. Maybe now her body had just gotten use to it and was no longer at a therapeutic level? Hopefully.
He was not convinced. He stated the med does not alter her mood. Says who? Either way, I was not backing down. I want those meds! He allowed me to increase her meds.
And 48 hours later my sweet, loving, nice girl is back. I increase it a little more tomorrow. She is going from .5 mg twice a day to 1 mg twice a day. It is not a ton. But hoping it is enough.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
Mean Mama
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