So, we're taking B off the Citalopram. Her incidence of insomnia and rage did not go away with a lowering of the dose. She was engaging in dangerous and abusive behaviour at home and at school. Apparently citalopram can cause bipolar like symptoms, and boy, has she been having those. It sucks to wish your child was just morbidly depressed again.
The past month has been stressful, and even though the school year is essentially over, I've still taken her out of school for the remainder of the year. I don't want her getting a reputation for disruptive behaviour at school when it's meds, and it just isn't safe for her or the workers.
On the plus side, I've been doing a LOT of walking. For exercise, stress relief, and mental housekeeping. Cheaper than drinking.
I really hope the insomnia and rage stop with the meds. Hope for us.
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Saturday, June 25, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
B Has A Recent New Problem
Lately, B has been experiencing some rage, which her psychiatrist and I think is from the Citalopram. She had what almost seemed like a Mixed State a couple of times in the last week, at here and at school. Although, a Mixed State is a syndrome under bipolar disorder, and B is not bipolar.
She was physically aggressive with me, Andrew, and her worker at school, which is NOT like her at all. It was scary and heartbreaking, and the screaming at four in the morning made me fear the police would be called by a neighbour. It took a very long time and a surprise visit from Grandma for two days in a row to calm her down. Plus some Ativan.
I've dropped down her Citalopram, and we see her therapist this week. I also bought her a bucket of toys that she can open AFTER seven days of non-violence. I don't want to punish her, because I think it's her meds, not her, and besides, punishment doesn't work for a kid who doesn't remember why she's being punished.
She's still sleeping in her own bed, with the dog. Now I have King sized bed all to myself, and I can't stop sleeping in the top corner, which was all the space I've gotten for years. :)
I hope next week is better.
She was physically aggressive with me, Andrew, and her worker at school, which is NOT like her at all. It was scary and heartbreaking, and the screaming at four in the morning made me fear the police would be called by a neighbour. It took a very long time and a surprise visit from Grandma for two days in a row to calm her down. Plus some Ativan.
I've dropped down her Citalopram, and we see her therapist this week. I also bought her a bucket of toys that she can open AFTER seven days of non-violence. I don't want to punish her, because I think it's her meds, not her, and besides, punishment doesn't work for a kid who doesn't remember why she's being punished.
She's still sleeping in her own bed, with the dog. Now I have King sized bed all to myself, and I can't stop sleeping in the top corner, which was all the space I've gotten for years. :)
I hope next week is better.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
May
May has been VERY busy for me. I have been doing some web work stuff for my brother, finished a 2nd draft of a novel, and have been walking miles every day with the dog. I love it, B not so much though. :)
My bed has been very crowded, and since B's having less seizures of late, I'm going to move her to her own bed. Andrew picked up a video baby monitor so that we can do that. I still want to be able to see her, but her and the dog can sleep in her room.
Part of the reason is that she frequently has trouble sleeping, but if she's in MY bed, she won't leave me alone so that I can sleep. She needs to learn to entertain herself if she can't sleep. I have very easily disrupted sleep. and develop insomnia at the drop of a hat. I am also very easy to wake up. Over the years, this has developed even more as I watched B for night time seizures. I feel better with the monitor though, and trust that I will wake up if she seizes.
I feel good knowing that Sparky will stay with her all night. Yeah, yeah, he's a dog, but I swear he understands her.
My bed has been very crowded, and since B's having less seizures of late, I'm going to move her to her own bed. Andrew picked up a video baby monitor so that we can do that. I still want to be able to see her, but her and the dog can sleep in her room.
Part of the reason is that she frequently has trouble sleeping, but if she's in MY bed, she won't leave me alone so that I can sleep. She needs to learn to entertain herself if she can't sleep. I have very easily disrupted sleep. and develop insomnia at the drop of a hat. I am also very easy to wake up. Over the years, this has developed even more as I watched B for night time seizures. I feel better with the monitor though, and trust that I will wake up if she seizes.
I feel good knowing that Sparky will stay with her all night. Yeah, yeah, he's a dog, but I swear he understands her.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, November 26, 2010
Sleep Study
On Wednesday night, B had a sleep study. She still is somewhat sleep disordered and will sleep for a very long time, rarely seeming rested when she wakes up. She has been better about going to sleep, though.
So we went to Children's Hospital on Wednesday. B had it in her head that it meant staying up all night, like she does for EEGs, even though I kept explaining it was a study of how she sleeps.
Andrew came with us, which was a big help, because she was NOT happy once all the electrodes and monitors were attached. She became particularly angry about the tubes under her nose to measure her breathing. She got mad at me, Andrew, and the nurse and it took quite awhile to calm her down to sleep. She has absolutely no patience right now, a side effect of the Topamax, and while she hasn't had many seizures all week quite frankly, unless she stops experiencing such mood and anger issues, I don't think I can keep her on these meds.
Anyways, Andrew left and I stayed. They provide a bed for one parent to stay. Well, not a bed so much as an instrument of torture, designed to make parents sit up all night weeping and swearing they will never try to sleep at the Hospital again. I experienced the same thing after her birth, a memory I had a lot of time to think about as I lay on the carefully disguised rock they call a mattress on Wednesday night. When she was born I spent everyday for a month in the Special Care Nursery, and all they provided were hideously uncomfortable chairs. Oddly high and uncushioned chairs, to mothers trying to breastfeed sick babies and who often had stitches in their vaginal openings. I developed a bad infection and they threatened to open me up again.
When they finally moved her to a ward they gave me some fold down contraption, old, plastic, and positively hilly in all the wrong areas. It felt like sleeping on misshapen dentist's chair. One night a nurse felt sorry for me and told me I could sleep in a spare bed in B's room, and another nurse the next morning was just livid with me for that. The hospital felt hostile to parents. If I hadn't been so exhausted and emotionally blank at the time, I would have made a complaint. All I could think about was getting her home, though.
So on Wednesday night I just could not sleep and had to keep getting up to move around. B finally fell asleep, but the nurse had to keep coming in and adjusting all the wires on B's head. B grew furious, and really, bad med reaction or not, I totally understood. By four in the morning she had stopped all cooperating and refused to let the nurse touch her anymore. I told the nurse to get everything off her, because I knew that girl would not be sleeping again. And she didn't. She read and watched TV, and at 5:30 a.m. we bundled up and caught a bus. We went downtown and got some food. then we came home.
And slept.
And we still need to do a 24hr EEG. Yay!
I am pretty sure she will not grow up with an incredible interest in medical science. I don't blame her.
But today we had fun. I kept her home from school to have fun with the snow, and pulled her in a sled to the Cafe for Mountainous Marshmallow hot chocolate. No mean feat, since she weighs a ton. I am convinced she eats rocks when I'm not looking.
So we went to Children's Hospital on Wednesday. B had it in her head that it meant staying up all night, like she does for EEGs, even though I kept explaining it was a study of how she sleeps.
Andrew came with us, which was a big help, because she was NOT happy once all the electrodes and monitors were attached. She became particularly angry about the tubes under her nose to measure her breathing. She got mad at me, Andrew, and the nurse and it took quite awhile to calm her down to sleep. She has absolutely no patience right now, a side effect of the Topamax, and while she hasn't had many seizures all week quite frankly, unless she stops experiencing such mood and anger issues, I don't think I can keep her on these meds.
Anyways, Andrew left and I stayed. They provide a bed for one parent to stay. Well, not a bed so much as an instrument of torture, designed to make parents sit up all night weeping and swearing they will never try to sleep at the Hospital again. I experienced the same thing after her birth, a memory I had a lot of time to think about as I lay on the carefully disguised rock they call a mattress on Wednesday night. When she was born I spent everyday for a month in the Special Care Nursery, and all they provided were hideously uncomfortable chairs. Oddly high and uncushioned chairs, to mothers trying to breastfeed sick babies and who often had stitches in their vaginal openings. I developed a bad infection and they threatened to open me up again.
When they finally moved her to a ward they gave me some fold down contraption, old, plastic, and positively hilly in all the wrong areas. It felt like sleeping on misshapen dentist's chair. One night a nurse felt sorry for me and told me I could sleep in a spare bed in B's room, and another nurse the next morning was just livid with me for that. The hospital felt hostile to parents. If I hadn't been so exhausted and emotionally blank at the time, I would have made a complaint. All I could think about was getting her home, though.
So on Wednesday night I just could not sleep and had to keep getting up to move around. B finally fell asleep, but the nurse had to keep coming in and adjusting all the wires on B's head. B grew furious, and really, bad med reaction or not, I totally understood. By four in the morning she had stopped all cooperating and refused to let the nurse touch her anymore. I told the nurse to get everything off her, because I knew that girl would not be sleeping again. And she didn't. She read and watched TV, and at 5:30 a.m. we bundled up and caught a bus. We went downtown and got some food. then we came home.
And slept.
And we still need to do a 24hr EEG. Yay!
I am pretty sure she will not grow up with an incredible interest in medical science. I don't blame her.
But today we had fun. I kept her home from school to have fun with the snow, and pulled her in a sled to the Cafe for Mountainous Marshmallow hot chocolate. No mean feat, since she weighs a ton. I am convinced she eats rocks when I'm not looking.
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