Many of you know that Alexis has been struggling a lot in the past few months. I’m really happy to say that we finally have her medication adjusted to a level where she is happier and things are just starting to return to “normal” in our home. Thank God!
Speaking of God, I’ll admit that I wondered why my prayers were going unanswered on her behalf. Looking back over the past few weeks, I can definitely see how God has intervened. I’m not good at being patient, especially when my children are hurting. Usually it takes things being resolved before I calm down enough to see how he’s worked behind the scenes to push us toward a resolution.
A few weeks ago, I just happened to look on the parish (county) website to check road closures. On the right side of the page I saw an announcement for a class on advocating for a mentally ill child. I’m always looking for information so I called the the next day. I was just in time.
The NAMI class has been a blessing to me. A lot of the information I’ve gotten along this journey has been pieced together. There was no ONE place I could go for information about all of Alexis’ diagnosis. One day after the second class I happened to look in the extended resource section. I came across a little blurb on bipolar disorder that stated that “children with bipolar disorder should never be given a stimulant and an antidepressant medication at the same time because it can cause psychotic episodes”. A little light bulb went on, and I did a lot more research.
I checked Alexis’ medication and sure enough, she was on both. At her next psychiatrist appointment I was educated enough to ask the psychiatrist why he had prescribed those two medications together. He stated that he didn’t have her diagnosed as bipolar disorder, only as a “mood disorder”. In my opinion, he was splitting hairs. (Her previous psychiatrist diagnosed her with early-onset bipolar disorder at five.) Since Alexis had never been on a mood stabilizer medication, I asked that she be put on one. The first day she was on it things were a little bit better.
The second day she didn’t have a single tantrum or mood swing. She was like a different child. I saw her happy and smiling. She even came up to me and said, “Momma, I feel good!” I am hoping and praying that this medication is the solution that we’ve been praying for.
I can’t help but think that if I didn’t happen to go on that website and glance to the side… if I didn’t read the additional resources and find that little blurb… I think that life is a lot more than a series of random consequences. I have to hope and I have to keep believing.