At any rate, this week seemed less scheduled. We still had our typical PT, OT, and ST appointments, bur we got to go to a play date in the park with friends from church and hang out by the pool with some friends (and even stick our feet in...next time Mommy will be sure to bring swimsuits and the neck float!). We also were able to eat quite a few meals out on the deck and overall just chill a bit.
And then Saturday afternoon hit...And the screaming began!! Seemingly out of no where, Maggie just began crying, and screaming, and crying. Suspecting gas, we tried moving her to every position possible. We placed our hands on areas we thought might be troublesome, implementing what we know from therapy. Every so often she would calm down for a bit. At one point we suspected a restriction or something in her neck. Maybe kidneys, or even stones from higher fat and protein diet this week. We put her in the tub...that helped for a little bit, but then she would spasm and get mad again. Finally, after 3 hours and tag teaming back and forth, we were at our wit's end. I decided to just lay her on the futon near us because I couldn't think of anything else to do to help her. Low and behold, she may have been telling us the whole time to just get our hands off of her. She managed to quiet herself down and took a little doze. When she awoke a couple of hours later the fussin began again and we both thought..oh no! As Shawn handed her to me, I caught a whiff of something. Sure enough, there was a big ol hard turd in her diaper. We don't have a clue when she deposited it. Now, a couple of things about that. Up until just before I laid her down, she had been in the tub or with her diaper open, as we were watching for action down there. And secondly, when it is that big and firm, there is always a squeaking and squealing plus stiff legs that accompany it. But, that was not all. Shortly after getting her diaper changed, I come to find out she had 2 molars coming in. Poor thing. If only Mommy and Daddy could have figured it out sooner, we could have helped to alleviate some o the pain. We were both relieved to know there was a known reason to her fussin and that there was not an increase in seizures after all that crying. Unfortunately even the things we experience that are typical for other kids have an added dynamic of stress. One of the meds she is on is known to cause irritability and rage, so the initial pain is one thing, but then it gets magnified. Oh well! Luckily on Sunday my fingers were already exploring her mouth, so I was much quicker at finding the 2 molars on the other side. That's FOUR molars at once...WOWZERS girlie!