Living with an out-of-control person is also not fun. She isn't out-of-control all the time of course. Actually the other day I saw a glimpse of "normal". She and Fiona were running around the back yard playing a pirate game called, "Captain, Come Back". It was the first time I have ever really seen them play a game with rules before. They had a treasure map and happily ran around the yard completing their pirate tasks. I sat there with tears in my eyes. It was over in 10 minutes, but it gave me hope for my little pirate.
Her team of doctors find her to be a bit of an anomaly. She doesn't present herself as a typical ADHD child so it has been hard to diagnose her (plus she is so young.) Meanwhile, we do heavy behavior modification at home and wait. It is tiring. Tonight she had chicken noodle soup for dinner. The first bowl was thrown on the floor. The second bowl was thrown on the floor. She went to bed without dinner because of a frontal lobe injury mixed with intense hyperactivity. It just isn't fair.
So, we hope to make up our minds soon. The first five years are so important in the development of who you are. It scares me to think of how turbulent the last 4 years have been for her. And...the next 14 for that matter.
