Just a Glimpse

   Last week I had a glimpse of the relationship Tator and I could have. She was so sweet and kind. She wanted to cuddle and be close to me, so we spent a lot of time snuggling on the couch. One day she even layed in bed beside me and held my hand while I took a nap.
  
In therapy one of the things we've done is play the same same game. We would find ways she's the same as someone else in the family. Liking the same T.V. show as Bunny, having blue eyes like Buster, the same favorite color as mom, then after making the connection, we say "same same."

   She has never played this game at home. Never found ways she's the same as anyone. Last week she started and that's all she did. To where it was getting annoying to the other kids who didn't understand why she was doing this. I on the other hand was really enjoying it because she was starting to identify with us.

   I literally felt warm inside. It was such a good feeling.

   I figured it had a lot to do with the new medication the Dr. put her on. I was glad. I thought finally something to help her regulate so we can start to bond.

   Until Monday. She woke up a mess; grouchy, mad, and I knew we were headed toward a day of regressing. My heart broke. I wanted to cry. Where was that little girl I saw last week? She told me she hadn't slept Sunday night. She often has a hard time sleeping through the night. But it was getting much better. So I blamed the grouchies on that and did what I do with all my grouchy babies. I gave her lunch early and put her down for a nap where she did sleep for a couple hours. I though after I woke her up she'd be in a better mood, but I was wrong. The rest of the day went the same as the morning had.

   I did well though. I didn't regress, which I usually do when she regresses. I pulled out all the tricks I've learned, mostly from you guys, and I got through it. We'll see if I can keep it up if this is how our spring break is going to go.