I don't know why, or how, but I am so grateful. We have seem to have come out of the three week funk that we were in. Since Friday evening, Akila has been on a great stretch. I don't know if it is weather related, or what.
She had three horrific weeks. And I mean horrific. She always has been a cyclical child. We go through waves and cycles of tough behavior. And we hit a doozy of a rough patch. The Lord knew we didn't have much left in us and He in his infinite wisdom gave us a breather. Thank you Father.
It was to the point where last Friday evening I scheduled one of our PCA's to take Akila which is not normal but we needed an extra break. A mom at the dance studio whom I know well had sent and email asking if she could help as she is a regular reader of my blog. She has now probably learned that I am one of the few people in the world that actually take people up on offers to help (so look out people!) and so she ended up taking Akila for several hours this Saturday afternoon.
Akila's Saturday was jam packed. Woke her up to go to a hair appt, went from that to a dentist appt, from that to the dance mom's house, cam home from her house to my nephew babysitting as Michael and I went to a wedding that evening. Akila was great for my nephew. Phew. Then Sunday came, and we had a few tiny bumps, but all in all, she was great. Wow, not at all like the three prior weekends.
She had a good day at school yesterday and the PCA from last night said she was totally different last night. She was horrible for her last Monday evening. I just gave her morning meds to her and she didn't put up a fight or anything. Strange!!
It is an interesting life. It is not like her behavior the past 3 or 4 days has been perfect or great. But it has been baseline for Akila. It would not pass for most families. It would not pass for my other three kids. It would horrify the majority of parents in our country. But it is her baseline. It is passable. Livable. The last three weeks, not so much. We could not have lived like that much longer. We were close to making phone calls that we were dreading. I had a horrible feeling in my stomach, in my gut. The other children were saying things that were troubling, heartbreaking.
I am just so thankful that she has came out of it. That we all have came out of it.
Is it really?
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