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Mood Swings and Crying Jags

No, not me, though I'm tempted. Ok, maybe a few mood swings with all the stress of this past month but so far no crying jags.

My baby girl is the one going through the mood swings and the crying jags. I just finished holding her for over an hour after she came unglued when I told her it was time to take her Keppra.

She sobbed and cried and raged. "I don't want to take it!. I hate this, I HATE THIS!" She then went on to say that she's hated everything that's gone on since her birth and it's not fair. She sobbed and sobbed. I held her as she cried and cried. I prayed for the right words to say to her to help her through this. She's upset that she's being forced to take these pills and she was refusing to take it tonight.

Finally I had to be very firm with her. She's 9 years old and so bright and intelligent. I tried appealing to her that way---explaining to her that if she doesn't take her medicine that she's going to have more seizures.

In an effort to keep this post shorter than War and Peace I won't go into the every detail of our conversation but suffice it to say eventually I talked her into swallowing her medication. And then ended up holding her, rocking her back and forth as she cried and cried.

My heart breaks for this child--I wish she could see how beautiful and smart and absolutely amazing she is to everyone who knows her. I want her to feel good abut herself, to KNOW that she is of great worth.

I told her that her Heavenly Father must think very highly of her to give her such challenges to overcome---that she's special and what she's going through will make her stronger and help her to become who she is supposed to be.

I may just indulge in that crying jag after all.

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  1. Crying with you.

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  2. awww Dave, that's sweet of you.

    I'm better this morning. I managed to fight off that urge to wallow as I cuddled up with her last night and she fell asleep in my arms. There is joy beyond measure in such simple contact.

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