This post has been a long time in coming…

Back in April, after months of trying to find a specialist who would see us, Christian landed an appointment with a behavioral pediatrician. I held out high hopes for this appointment, especially since the doctor only agreed to meet with us after reading through the 60-some (double-sided) pages of reports that I had prepared and sent to her. I figured that she wouldn’t waste her time with us if she didn’t believe that she could offer us some assistance.

It was a long appointment. 2-hours. But it was good. I felt that Dr. C actually heard me without letting her mind jump six steps ahead and missing some of the key concerns/issues that we were having. And she had done her homework on Christian. She came in with a plan and had papers prepared to give to me explaining the benefits/side effects of each medication and why she was choosing them.

After leaving that appointment, I felt that we didn’t get to see all of those other doctors for a reason. We were meant to see Dr. C. This was the blessing amidst all of the frustration and disappointment.

So … you might be wondering what medication path we are now leading.

Before we had the appointment, Christian was taking risperidone in the morning and clonidine at night. To that Dr. C added Adderall in the morning with the hopes that eventually we could switch the morning risperidone to abilify (to minimize the weight gain that Christian was having). (She also gave Christian an ADHD diagnosis.)

This seemed to working, but the Adderal was wearing off in the early afternoon, so Dr. C added a low dose of methyphenidate (Ridalin) to an afternoon snack. This was supposed to help him make it through his afternoon slump until dinnertime.

Everything was working fine and dandy until Christian caught on to my sneakiness near the end of June. You see, he is unwilling to just take medications. They have to be hidden in food or drink. He started figuring out that the sprinkles on that donut/ice cream sandwich/cinnamon roll/whipped cream/etc. were more than just sprinkles and refused to eat them. RE FUSE ED. My creative juices were depleted and I stopped trying to force the Adderal for the summer. However, school is just around the corner now, so Dr. C and I will have to come up with something – either a new medication or a creative way to deliver it.

The choice to medicate is not an easy one. Or a simple one. It is not for everyone, nor is every medication that is tried.

Right now, I feel like Christian has a good ally in Dr. C. She is on his side. Part of the team.