The past two or three days have been relatively uneventful tantrum-wise, thankfully.
We saw Dr. M on Thursday and I expressed my desire to leave Tristan's medication alone for the time being. I told him also that if we decided that the medication does not work, then instead of adding anything, I'd like to try something new. Dr. M completely agreed with me and was supportive of my plan.
We saw the play therapist, C., on Friday, as usual. She wanted us to have a mother/son session, and since my husband was there to watch the girls, I agreed.
She started us off by having me give Tristan a foot massage. He seemed to enjoy it but wouldn't look me in the eye while I was rubbing his feet. After the foot massage, she wanted me to cradle him and just hold him. He was having none of that. I guess he wasn't into being treated like a baby. I know I personally feel very vulnerable in the prone position like that.
We played with the doll house for the remainder of the session. Tristan made up a very elaborate story about our family running up the hill away from a terrible storm. In the story, Tristan flew himself, Daisy (our dog), his middle sister, S., and his goldfish in a helicopter up the hill. My husband, myself and the baby, W., rode in a police car (which was supposed to be a regular car in the story,) up the hill. He had to fix the car and the house in the story. C. pronounced that Tristan is working on "fixing things" internally.
This morning, Tristan woke up on the wrong side of the bed. He argued almost constantly and about everything until finally, I told him I wasn't taking him to his baseball game in such a mood. I told him that he needed to stop arguing and back-talking and I would reconsider. He started screaming and thrashing around, no matter how much I tried talking to him and explaining what he needed to do to be allowed to go. That was a complete failure. He ended up throwing an enormous tantrum. He went to his room for a while to calm down and came down in a better mood.
In related news, we discovered he's been hiding things in the car. His school folders have been missing. I couldn't figure out where they were since they'd disappeared somewhere between our house and school. I noticed a wrapper sticking out from in front of his seat in the back of our SUV. Upon further investigation, I found all the missing homework, folders and all kinds of food and snack wrappers. I was livid.
Not only had he hidden the homework, all that food in the car attracted bugs and other disgusting things to our car. I try so hard to keep our SUV clean, since, let's face it, roaches thrive in Hawaii. Just about everyone has them, whether they are aware of them or not. We've had the Honda for two and a half years and had no bug problems until now. Our neighbor told us they need to bomb their cars at least a couple times a year and everyone in Hawaii has that problem. I'm not convinced, but it did make me feel better.
We bombed the car last night per our neighbor's advice and showed Tristan the evidence this morning. I wanted him to understand why we don't have food in the car. He was horrified (even though the problem really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.)
On second thought, since he has those bug hallucinations maybe I shouldn't have shown him that...
Still no sign of the hearing aid. I think on Monday, I'm throwing in the towel and calling the audiologist. We may have to eat the $2000, but Tristan not being able to hear is driving me (and him) nuts. He admits he hid it, but says he forgot where he put it.
Showing posts with label medication change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label medication change. Show all posts
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Game in Kaneohe and Med Change
New medication change. Good grief- let's hope this works! I'm pretty sick of tinkering with Tristan's meds.
So, to recap, Tristan is currently on:
100 mg Seroquel at 7 a.m.
50 extended release Seroquel at 12 noon.
100 mg Seroquel at 3 pm
200 mg Seroquel at 6
150 mg Depakote at 6
That is a ton of medication!
Anyways, towards the end of the day, Tristan had been having a tough time winding down. It was somersaults all over the living room again. The doctor theorized that it was at the end of the 18 hour window for the Depakote, and prescribed a little dose of Depakote to get him through the rest of the day. It seems to be helping and the somersaults and frenzied, frantic movements have stopped.
At this point, if this doesn't work, I want to try something new instead of adding anything new into his current regime. It seems like an enormous amount of medication and he's only seven years old.
Tristan had a pretty good weekend. He had a baseball game in Kaneohe and I think the whole family enjoyed sitting out on the grass with the gentle sea breeze. He got hit by the ball at one point, but walked it off. He was so happy to be playing baseball and kept looking over to see if I was watching him.
We had baseball pictures taken on Monday and batting practice afterwards. He kept asking me if I was proud of the way he played. I told him over and over again that I was proud of him no matter what, whether he played baseball or not. Sometimes we all need to hear that we're loved no matter what, and he is no exception. He really is an awesome kid.
So, to recap, Tristan is currently on:
100 mg Seroquel at 7 a.m.
50 extended release Seroquel at 12 noon.
100 mg Seroquel at 3 pm
200 mg Seroquel at 6
150 mg Depakote at 6
That is a ton of medication!
Anyways, towards the end of the day, Tristan had been having a tough time winding down. It was somersaults all over the living room again. The doctor theorized that it was at the end of the 18 hour window for the Depakote, and prescribed a little dose of Depakote to get him through the rest of the day. It seems to be helping and the somersaults and frenzied, frantic movements have stopped.
At this point, if this doesn't work, I want to try something new instead of adding anything new into his current regime. It seems like an enormous amount of medication and he's only seven years old.
Tristan had a pretty good weekend. He had a baseball game in Kaneohe and I think the whole family enjoyed sitting out on the grass with the gentle sea breeze. He got hit by the ball at one point, but walked it off. He was so happy to be playing baseball and kept looking over to see if I was watching him.
We had baseball pictures taken on Monday and batting practice afterwards. He kept asking me if I was proud of the way he played. I told him over and over again that I was proud of him no matter what, whether he played baseball or not. Sometimes we all need to hear that we're loved no matter what, and he is no exception. He really is an awesome kid.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Baseball and Medication
C took Tristan to see Dr. M yesterday. He came home with a new prescription. Apparently, taking the medication (Seroquel) in the morning and at 3 p.m. is leaving a huge gap, allowing symptoms to break-through.
Tristan will be taking an extended release version of Seroquel while at school, so he doesn't come home amped up. We'll be starting the new dosage tomorrow and of course I will update here if there is a discernable difference. I'm really hoping it works because even C was frazzled by Tristan's homework tantrum today, and he didn't even have to handle it alone, as I usually do.
We managed to make it to Tristan's baseball practice today. He is so good! I never get over how he can hit the ball so well, even when it's pitched by machine. As we were walking back to the car he said, "Mama, did you see me hit the ball?! I hit the ball a lot of times! Did you see, Mama?" He was so excited and skipped along next to me, holding my hand.
The baseball game on Saturday is out in Kaneohe. I am not looking forward to driving out there, but wouldn't miss a single game when he enjoys it so much. This is his fourth season of baseball and as long as he keeps enjoying it, we'll keep going.
Tristan will be taking an extended release version of Seroquel while at school, so he doesn't come home amped up. We'll be starting the new dosage tomorrow and of course I will update here if there is a discernable difference. I'm really hoping it works because even C was frazzled by Tristan's homework tantrum today, and he didn't even have to handle it alone, as I usually do.
We managed to make it to Tristan's baseball practice today. He is so good! I never get over how he can hit the ball so well, even when it's pitched by machine. As we were walking back to the car he said, "Mama, did you see me hit the ball?! I hit the ball a lot of times! Did you see, Mama?" He was so excited and skipped along next to me, holding my hand.
The baseball game on Saturday is out in Kaneohe. I am not looking forward to driving out there, but wouldn't miss a single game when he enjoys it so much. This is his fourth season of baseball and as long as he keeps enjoying it, we'll keep going.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Easter
Easter Morning. The kids were really excited that I let them eat chocolate for breakfast. They both went for the giant hollow chocolate bunny. C. gave the baby a lollipop which subsequently attracted every piece of carpet fuzz and dirt in a 50 foot radius. She still cried when I tried to take it from her.
We've had a difficult morning with Tristan rolling somersaults across the living room again. I gave him five chances to stop rolling across the floor before I finally grounded him...on Easter. I realize it may seem a little ridiculous to be up in arms about a somersault, but he has kicked both his sisters and myself in the face while somersaulting. It doesn't feel good and he actually made the baby bleed.
He continued to roll around on the floor, so I gave him the choice to walk to his room for a time-out or to be carried/dragged by me to his room. He immediately began protesting, which turned to blood curdling screams as I picked him up to take him to his room. I locked the door behind me (we have the lock on the outside for these reasons.)
He began to jump up and down, making as much noise as possible, while screaming and pounding on the walls and door.
When we went to see Dr. M last week, he suggested we give Tristan his medication in a different schedule; 100 mg Seroquel at 7 a.m., 100 mg Seroquel at 3 p.m., then 200 mg at 6 p.m. along with his Depakote. He wanted to try that to see if he'd do better if he was covered by the Seroquel all day. I'm not sure it's working because he sure has had a tough time lately with listening to and following directions and being still. His movements have been frantic and frenzied.
Yesterday, we had the first baseball game of the season. Tristan did very well, hitting on the second pitch. He's the youngest kid on his team, having turned seven after the season started. All the other kids are seven and eight years old. He's not the smallest kid on the team, though. He's always been on the bigger side, being taller than average. He seems to have a knack for baseball, which he didn't get from me.
We've had a difficult morning with Tristan rolling somersaults across the living room again. I gave him five chances to stop rolling across the floor before I finally grounded him...on Easter. I realize it may seem a little ridiculous to be up in arms about a somersault, but he has kicked both his sisters and myself in the face while somersaulting. It doesn't feel good and he actually made the baby bleed.
He continued to roll around on the floor, so I gave him the choice to walk to his room for a time-out or to be carried/dragged by me to his room. He immediately began protesting, which turned to blood curdling screams as I picked him up to take him to his room. I locked the door behind me (we have the lock on the outside for these reasons.)
He began to jump up and down, making as much noise as possible, while screaming and pounding on the walls and door.
When we went to see Dr. M last week, he suggested we give Tristan his medication in a different schedule; 100 mg Seroquel at 7 a.m., 100 mg Seroquel at 3 p.m., then 200 mg at 6 p.m. along with his Depakote. He wanted to try that to see if he'd do better if he was covered by the Seroquel all day. I'm not sure it's working because he sure has had a tough time lately with listening to and following directions and being still. His movements have been frantic and frenzied.
Yesterday, we had the first baseball game of the season. Tristan did very well, hitting on the second pitch. He's the youngest kid on his team, having turned seven after the season started. All the other kids are seven and eight years old. He's not the smallest kid on the team, though. He's always been on the bigger side, being taller than average. He seems to have a knack for baseball, which he didn't get from me.
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