No less me, of course.
Yet, for some odd reason, she still has her "down times". We won't change a THING, and she will fall into a slump, a stupor. Drooling comes back, slurred speech, irratic gait, problems eating. It's very strange since this only used to happen when something was tweaked or a dose was forgotten or the drug was wearing off.
But, give her about a week, and the slump passes, and she comes back to life. The drooling subsides, she'll talk up a storm, and walking or eating isn't a problem anymore. Michaela NEVER recovered without the meds being changed in the past.
But now that's changed, and it's all very strange.
But hey, we're not complaining.
However, this past month, the slump lasted longer. The "week" went by, and still no sign of recovery. Two weeks even. I had gotten used to it, but when I thought about how long this was lasting, I was a bit perplexed. Again, we weren't doing anything different, really. Nothing to keep her from bouncing back.
Then three weeks went by. No change.
When things like this happen, you can't help but be a little sad, a bit mournful. Is the honeymoon over? We almost made 6 good months! Is this the end of Felbamate? Why isn't it helping her?
Questions. There's always questions.
Well, at least if you're me.
But I don't expect a whole lot of them to get answered anymore. I'm just rolling with the punches, taking things as they come. Not getting all riled up or upset.
Just accepting the par for the course, I guess.
Today, I awoke to get Michaela up for school. I had passed by the cracked door of her room before I woke her, on my way to do something else. I noticed she was slumped over from the sitting position, her head buried in the blankets.
I know what you're thinking. And no, I wasn't alarmed. She does that all the time.
But she was obviously "out", and I dreaded having to wake her up. She will look and act extrememly lethargic, almost drugged, and getting her dressed is like a wrestling match.
So I went in there a few minutes later, a lo and behold, she was sitting up. Bright eyed, smiling, and talking.
Talking? This early? That clearly?
That hadn't happened for almost a month....
It didn't stop. She talked about a puzzle that was on the toy box, got herself out of bed, raised her arms for a clean shirt.
There wasn't any drooling.
She held her head up so I could brush her hair. She held a conversation. She crossed her legs and looked at a book while she waited for the bus.
It seems as though the slump is over.
Today is her 9th birthday.
Happy Birthday to you, Boo.
A happy birthday for all of us.