Many years ago the pediatrician sent us to the psychiatrist. The psychiatrist sent us to the wrap around center. the wrap around center was awful so we begged to get into the developmental pediatrician. She bumped one twin to the psychiatrist (a different one). She referred both twins to the nutritionist. Both twins lost weight. Psychiatrist had Fred change meds and his blood sugar went up and BMI isn’t good. Developmental ped keeps Wilma on a med that makes her gain weight and her weight increases greatly. Her BMI is awful. My husband is insulin dependent diabetic and I have hypoglycemia and had pretty intense insulin dependent gestational diabetes so….. She refers both twins to the endocrinologist. Endocrinologist is doing A1C’s on both twins, sending both twins back to the nutritionist, and asking us to enroll in a weight loss program that asks us to come in at least weekly. With 8 hours a week of ABA on one twin, speech therapy on both twins, 2 hours of homework per week per twin, and tutoring/ friendship circle/ other activities, I’m finally stepping off the treadmill and saying NO to the weight loss program. Each developmental ped appointment takes two hours— this morning’s endocrinologist appointment took two hours—– getting bloodwork from Fred requires an entire building to take a valium. This morning’s double meltdown at the endo was because I wasn’t going to be able to get Wilma to school in time for the beginning of recess. ALL of our appointments are within ONE hospital system (at a bunch of different campuses)——- something has got to give. DOCTORS: STOP ASKING THE SAME QUESTIONS at every appointment. Spend 15 minutes looking on the computer at the history from multitudes of other doctors— then bring us in, do some poking and prodding, and ask a few questions. My kids are missing too much school and I’m missing far too many brain cells.
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It’s time for the first grade update.
Home is still hard. REALLY REALLY hard. She ticks him off on purpose by flopping on the ground and refusing to do what I ask (including using the toilet—- yeah I’m such a mean mom asking her to go potty). He screams and goes into multi-bite mode. I send him to the playroom to calm down. He screams from there. She still refuses to comply. And on and on. It used to be about toileting AND dinner AND getting on the phone with the grandparents AND homework but now homework is off the list. For whatever reason, homework is going well for Wilma this year. There is a LOT more homework in first grade (at least a half hour every day) but Wilma is calmy complying with homework time. Woo friggin HOO! Fred is having a REALLY rough time with the repetition of homework and the forced writing (he hates being told to write), and anxiety attacks over coming up with a sentence about a book he read, etc. But at least for Wilma, homework is okay.
Fitting homework in is hard. Lots of after school therapy and appointments, dinner, and I can’t seem to get a handle on helping them both at the same time so I usually help Wilma first and THEN help Fred while Wilma plays on the computer or ipad. On a non appointment/therapy day, this works but on other days I HAVE to help them together and it’s hard.
But school? School is going BEAUTIFULLY this year. We have Wilma’s increased adderall dosage to thank for her success. She is now on 5mg abilify and 30 mg adderall. We have finally found the adderall sweet spot for her and her adhd is under control. WHEW. Her oppositional defiance disorder and autism are definitely NOT under control. And don’t even ask about the encopresis. But the adhd? SO much better. And Fred? Well aside from biting the teacher and doing a lot of screaming and crying, he’s academically doing just fine. Socially? eh. Anxiety wise? eh. But he loves school and they’re working well with him and the other kids are accepting of him. Aside from a lack of ABA, I LOVE both of their schools. I really do. Oh, and aside from a lack of Judaism. At this point I’m getting less hopeful that they’ll someday be in Jewish day schools and more accepting that perhaps our place is in public school.
Monday, the friendship circle girls come after school— that will start this week. Wednesday, they’ll go to an activity club run by the Bikkur Cholim house— that will also start this week. Thursday is speech therapy. So our only non appointment/therapy day will be Tuesdays, but I met with a new therapist today who might be able to work with them on Tuesdays so we’ll see. Meanwhile whenever the SELF waiver comes through and we have ABA funding our entire schedule will have to change in a big way.
First grade is fun. Writing sentences, learning addition and subtraction (well for Wilma anyway. Fred is doing fractions, decimals, and percentages with his teacher— thankfully they’re willing to do that for him because his high anxiety moments include being asked to do math at the level where he’s supposed to be– keep his mind moving, and you keep his anxiety at bay– they’ve learned that.)
Wilma is on abilify and adderall. Fred is cutting down on the abilify and going up on the zoloft (did I mention we took him off focalin and put him on zoloft?)—– doc wants to get him off abilify all together with a huge dose of zoloft— good luck, doc. we’ll see.
Toilet training/ megacolon/ encopresis update to come over the weekend or next week—- I’m just…. BUSY!
People are asking for clarity— exactly WHAT does Wilma have now?
Apparently it’s a BADDDDDD case of non-retentive encopresis/ megacolon and THAT’S the main issue, NOT her hypotonia. All MUSCLES are working correctly, but she had SUCH severe constipation we didn’t know about (she was pooping daily) that her colon expanded to the extent that nerve endings lost sensation and she was NEVER able to learn to poop on the toilet. Now, instead of pooping once a day, she poops SMALL poops a million times a day, NEVER in a toilet— the ONLY way to solve the problem is to keep her pooping a lot with lots of intervention— the nerve endings are such that her body CAN’T form one poop a day. The doctor has hope that one day the nerve endings will regain sensation IF we can unconstipate her. Every time we do an xray and calm down on the medications she constipates again. So now we’re going to start daily enemas for a while plus probiotics plus metamucil plus a special medication I’ve never heard of. Meanwhile we’re positive she’ll be pooping a zillion times a day for many more months. I was SOOOOO hoping it was something else.
Picture teaching 1st grade public school and having a student poop herself a bunch of times every day— since it’s bound to get a lot worse before it gets better, that’s where we’re headed. Typical cleanout methods have made her miss school (diahhrea)— so we’re hoping enema protocol will be better.
Today’s GI appt…… we’re doing another cleanout, but NOT with milk of magnesia or miralax— HOOOOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No more 15-17 diahhreas per day for 4 days in a row! I *CRIED* when he suggested another cleanout and we compromised with enemas— we’ll do enemas every day for 7 days and at least once a week after that. We’re doing a spinal MRI to rule out tethered cord— of course he feels it’s JUST a constipation problem that will “take a while” for her to get sensation back, but I need to cover all ground. He wrote prescriptions for a probiotic, metamucil, a special pill to take the place of miralax (hopefully it won’t do what miralax did), enemas, and pullups (we haven’t had free pullups in a while—– medical supply companies have been providing through insurance either child extra large or adult extra small of off brands— Wilma is RIGHT in between and needs a size that works so I gave up on insurance and bought pullups— but everytime this doc does a cleanout I curse him as I spend a ridiculous amount on pullups— so we’re going to try to get the BRAND I WANT and the SIZE I WANT through insurance. Of these 5 new scrips, the pharmacy MIGHT have 1 of them by Tuesday— a few others were already rejected but the pharmacist is calling the doc’s office today. The constipation end of the encopresis journey is a whole chapter in my upcoming novel. BLEAHHHH! Our behavior specialist from the county board came with us— she’s going to help me get a behavior plan in place to get Wilma used to sitting on the toilet to try to poop each day— Wilma has NO trouble sitting after an enema, but to sit when we don’t know whether poop is coming causes a massive meltdown. With the new pill and with the enemas, we COULD be looking at 10+ poops a day again—- but the long term plan is to make it get a lot worse before it gets better. If we DON’T go through the process of getting LOTS AND LOTS of poops coming, she’ll NEVER regain sensation.
Wilma’s manometry procedure will be Monday. Not surgery perse, but it might be kind of awful since it will be painful and they’re not putting her under. Just got a call asking us to participate in a study about how young children react to this procedure– that’s not a good sign that Monday will be a piece of cake for her. I wish I didn’t have to torture her with all this craziness.
The GI doc ordered a third cleanout and a third xray—- the third xray STILL had plenty of stool in it. But before the nurse could tell me to do another clean out (each clean out requires 40 + pullups, 4 days stuck at home going nowhere (so sick of her missing school), and an autistic child who is very mad at the whole situation) — I said—- we’re NOT DOING ANOTHER CLEANOUT! Multiple cleanouts which make her poop up to 17 times a day don’t clean her out—- they don’t make normal poop— they just make the frequency even greater.
Please let the manometry tell us SOMETHING about what she can or can’t feel!
my faith in Wilma’s new GI doc is restored. After a horrific weekend, the bad news is that she has to have another xray and an enema before she gets a monometry. The xray is to see where everything is— top? Bottom? Are these 8 zillion poops coming AROUND a blockage? The exam Friday didn’t indicate a blockage but before a monometry we have to make sure. the monometry is to measure the pressure in the anus. Hopefully that will give us some answers. My guess is that there’s a nerve ending problem or a pressure problem, but not Hirschsprungs.
But the GREAT news is that she’s not (yet) getting a biopsy and she’s now OFF two of the three new meds— one of the meds caused SUCH horrificness this weekend.
She’ll probably still get sent home from school tomorrow (though I plan to try to send her, with a nice email to her teachers about what’s going on)—I mean how many times do kindergarten teachers want to change a 6 year old? They usually do it once or twice a day— but four to five to ten times? nah, they’ll call me. But we’re on the road to normalcy and some sort of diagnosis. Hooooooray!
Meanwhile it’s such a pain to write down every time she poops and try to find the piece of paper. I’m now using a nifty little program where I can enter in poops for both kids. And meds. And therapy appointments. And doctor calls. And med changes. All the stuff that’s on a million pieces of paper all over my office. This free program is online– check it out! http://birdhousehq.com/
So Wilma will be 6 in a month and still has never put a poop in the potty or toilet. Her favorite phrase is “mommy I made a poo poo in my underpants”. I wouldn’t mind hearing it once a week, but I hear it every day, sometimes multiple times a day. If she would just TRYYYYY. I know that neurologically and psychiatrically (sp?) she has plenty going on, but I was convinced that perhaps there was something physical too. Her nerve endings clearly aren’t wired correctly and I thought that was affecting her. The school nurse wanted me to bring her to a GI doctor to rule out GI problems. I was 100% sure she wasn’t constipated, because hey. She poops everyday. Multiple times many days. How can she be constipated? We didn’t need a GI doc.
The xray proved me wrong.
This week, she’s on milk of magnesia, miralax, and metamucil. Large doses. The results have been interesting.
According to the GI doc, if I keep her on maintenance doses through January we can then revisit potty training in January knowing that at least she won’t have all of her business pushing on her rectum and bladder.