It’s been a rough couple weeks for all of us, particularly Sophie. Between allergic reactions, ear infections and an ASAP mole removal she’s been a little overwhelmed. Let’s not forget the side effects of all the meds that she’s suddenly found herself on! Between the mood swings from the Prednisone and the hyper-crazy from the Amoxil (red40) she’s been a basketcase.
This afternoon everything came to a head with her screaming and throwing punches (a first) and crying and throwing herself on the floor in a giant puddle of misery. I ended up physically carrying her to a chair and normally I can hold her and talk to her and we can come to some sort of peace, this time she was unconsolable.
So… I took her to Jim’s room (it’s where he sleeps when he works as we put up darkening shades so that it stays dark) and held her until she finally admitted that she was sad. And that’s as far as we got. She’s sad, but she doesn’t know why. I think all the meds and colorings and flavorings and chemicals that she’s so not accustomed to have just wrought havoc on her poor body. After nearly 20 mins of fighting she finally rolled over and said “I love you Mommy, but now I sleep” and pretty much immediately went to sleep.
I failed to mention that she’s been in a plundering phase and plundered through our bathroom and decided that she’d be “just like Poppy” and use shaving cream. On her face. Not a good move on her part. That with everything else just pushed her clean over the edge. I had a feeling that we were heading for a meltdown when she was being over animated and dramatic with some of her toys.
I know it gets better. I know it’s a phase and really it’s the allergens and additives talking… but I hate this for Sophie. It wears her out and she gets so frustrated that she can’t communicate what she’s feeling.
