Bumpy Road Ahead

Cordy has spent much of her fifth year of life involved in a clinical research study. We volunteered her for this study of a known medication used to treat ADHD because we hoped the researchers were right and it might also help children with autism who have ADD symptoms. We knew it involved a lot of time on our part, and a lot of uncomfortable situations on Cordy’s part, but we also knew that something else had to be done to help her cope with her world.

It’s been a roller coaster of a ride so far – first we completed ten weeks of the blind study only to find that she was on the placebo during that time. Then we entered into the longer open study, where the medication has been slowly increased and then backed down when Cordy began to show a side-effect of irritability. Cordy has been amazing through all of this, happily swallowing her pills twice a day and enduring blood draws and cognitive testing with (somewhat) little drama every ten weeks. It probably doesn’t hurt that she really likes the research team and they fill her full of Annie’s fruit snacks and animal crackers at each visit.

We’re now nearing the end of the study and while her focus has improved and her repetitive behaviors have decreased, she’s still rating high on hyperactivity and impulsivity, and the irritability never went away. At Friday’s visit, the study doctor determined that she has only moderately improved on the study medication, and the irritability side effect concerned him. As a result, a decision was made to quickly taper off the medication and consider the possibility of a different medication for her. The catch? She’s going two weeks with no medication whatsoever before we’ll look into anything else.

It’s possible this will be a great two weeks. We may find that her improved focus and decreased repetitive behaviors have become learned behaviors and she will do just great with no medication at all. I would love for this to be the case, because while I’m open to medication I’d prefer if she didn’t need it.

But it’s the opposite end of the possibility spectrum that worries me. What if she goes right back to her old behaviors as soon as the medication is out of her system? She could regress to a point where she stares blankly at the TV and shrieks for more if we try to turn it off, or refuses to do anything that requires a sustained mental effort of more than 30 seconds. The flapping could come back full-force along with repeating phrases over and over.

In other words: I’m a little scared. I’ve seen her grow so much over the past few months, developing into a child who can now make friends at the playground, who can write entire sentences and read books and do math problems, and I don’t want to lose who she’s become. It’s already hard for me to accept that she will continue to be in a special-needs classroom for kindergarten next year (with some inclusion in a mainstream kindergarten), but the thought of losing even a little of this progress we’ve made…

Of course, it’s unlikely she’ll fall into that worst-case scenario. But it’s also equally unlikely Cordy’s behaviors will follow the best-case scenario, either. Which means we’re stuck somewhere on the spectrum (and yes, I’m including the double meaning of the word spectrum here), hoping to be higher than lower.

Her last pill is this morning, and then we simply wait it out. If she does regress, we will then meet with the study doctor to consider another medication that might produce the same effects of the last one without the unpleasant side effects.

Let’s hope this “detox” goes well for her or I may be the one needing medication at the end of these next two weeks.



She’s Got A Good Eye For What’s Real

On Saturday we spent the day at the Columbus Zoo for the Family Days at the Zoo event. Despite the rain, we toured all of the booths, played games, and met lots of costumed characters.

Clifford was there, and while she thought he was shorter than in the books, she didn’t doubt it was him.

This guy? Cordy totally thought he was the best pizza slice she’s ever seen.

And the princesses? Cordy was thrilled to meet them and knew them all by name. She loved getting her photo taken with Snow White. (And Spiderman also.)

But then she tugged on Spiderman’s arm, and he crouched down beside her for one more photo. And as soon as Aaron took the photo, she leaned over and said to Spiderman:

“You’re not really Spiderman, you’re just a boy in a costume.”

Busted, Spidey. Better not let Buzz Lightyear find out you’re an impostor or he might just try to blast you with his laser.

PS – I later confirmed with her that Santa Claus? Still real. Whew.



This Will Have To Pass For A Post Today

Things have been a little busy for me the past few days, no thanks to a crippling round of nausea and vomiting that struck yesterday. But there’s been more going on than just that, only I’m too tired to write it all up. So, in summary form:

– Cordy lost two more teeth on Sunday, making it a grand total of three now. Actually, she lost one, leaving one tooth on the bottom with a gap on either side, which then made her reach into her mouth and yank out that middle tooth. If she loses any more teeth on the bottom, she’s going to have trouble biting into anything. She’s thrilled, though.

– Ever since Cordy’s birthday in September, Mira has had two beds in her room – the crib and Cordy’s old toddler bed. And each night we offer her the choice of “the big girl bed” or “the baby bed” for bedtime. She always chooses the crib. Until last week, when she decided she’s had enough of the baby bed:


I thought we were in a for a long night of her getting out of bed and waking us up, but she slept the entire night. And since then she’s not gone back to the crib even once. She also does better than I expected at staying in her room once it’s bedtime. Is it possible for this transition to be this easy? Or is she lulling me into a false sense of security?

– And then there’s this:


At first I saw this and worried that Mira was starting to develop Cordy’s old quirks, like lining up toys in a row for no reason. But this is apparently “putting the trains to bed” according to Mira. Whew – at least she has a story for it.



Firsts – The Tooth Fairy

I remember when I lost my first tooth. I was five years old, and I didn’t even know it was loose. I went to my babysitter’s house after kindergarten that day, just like any other day, and was greeted with a typical peanut butter and sugar sandwich. (Seriously, she sprinkled sugar on it. She was an old woman – let’s not question her grasp of nutrition, OK?)

The sandwich was quickly devoured and my kool-aid was gulped down so I could watch afternoon cartoons. I must have laughed at something on TV, because my babysitter gave me a strange look and said, “Honey, open your mouth.”

I had no idea why she was asking me to do something so odd, but I complied. “Did you lose a tooth yesterday?” she asked.

“No. They were all there when I brushed my teeth this morning,” I replied.

“Go look in the mirror, sweetie,” she instructed me, grinning. I’m sure I huffed as I got off the floor to go to the bathroom, irritated at leaving my beloved cartoons behind. I’m sure I thought she was nuts, since I had no dramatic moment of feeling a tooth fall out. Shouldn’t I feel a tooth dislodge?

Standing on my tip-toes, I peered across the sink into the old, cracked mirror and slowly opened my mouth. There, in the center of my bottom row of perfectly aligned teeth, was a dark gap where a little pearly white tooth should be.

I was stunned, and my heart started to pound hard. Where was my tooth? When did it disappear? And most importantly, WHAT WAS I GOING TO TELL THE TOOTH FAIRY?

I don’t remember what exactly happened after that. We figured out that I must have swallowed my tooth when I ate my after-school snack. I vaguely remember a mix of glee and horror, happy to have hurdled across another milestone in the journey of growing up, but worried that swallowing a tooth could somehow hurt me, and frantic that I was going to miss out on a payday from the tooth fairy.

It wasn’t the ideal First Lost Tooth experience, although I believe the tooth fairy was understanding of my situation. (And for the record, my mom was NOT sympathetic enough to look for when the tooth came out the other end. My first lost tooth was never recovered, and I can’t say I blame her for that.)

But I’m happy to say that Cordy did not share my first lost tooth experience. When she had dental surgery this summer the dentist warned us that, based on the x-rays, she was likely to lose a few baby teeth in the next year. The roots were shortening and her permanent teeth were beginning to form underneath.

About two weeks ago I noticed one of her teeth on the bottom looked out of line with the rest. When I wiggled it, I discovered that it was completely free in the back and just hanging by a tiny piece in the front. I expected a tooth fairy visit in the next day or two, but that tooth kept holding on.

Then the other night, while eating a chip, Cordy paused with a confused look on her face, reached into her mouth, and then handed me her tooth, shouting, “Mommy, I lost my tooth!” Apparently my child chews her food better that I did at five years old.

She put the tooth into a pouch, placed it under her pillow, and the tooth fairy replaced the tooth in the pouch with several coins for her piggy bank, along with two activity books. Cordy was thrilled.

Of course, further examination of her mouth reveals that the tooth fairy better not go too far away. Her permanent tooth is already coming in to that spot, and it’s larger than the space available, now pushing out the tooth next to it.

What is the going rate for a tooth now, anyway? I’m hoping she doesn’t ask at school. And if her permanent teeth are anything like mine were, we’ll need to start saving for orthodontia now.



Make A Wish

I don’t know what she wished for, but when I asked Cordy if we could sing Happy Birthday to her on Saturday and she said yes, I got my wish.

Cordy’s Fifth Birthday from Christina M on Vimeo.

I can’t even begin to tell you how much progress is wrapped up in that one little song and her reactions to it. It was the main topic of conversation among family for the remainder of the party.

(And this year’s cake was different, too. We avoided the usual cake, filled with artificial ingredients and enough artificial dye to turn the Scioto River red, in favor of an organic cake, with real buttercream frosting, no artificial ingredients, no HFCS, and dyes make from all-natural sources. For the first time at a birthday party, Cordy didn’t get sick or have a meltdown after eating her cake.)

It was a great party.

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