It's Gonna Be Alright

Well this morning began at 5am (that time really should only come once a day) with the alarm telling me to get up. I finally drug myself out of bed at 6 and proceeded to get myself and five kids dressed and fed for our 7am departure to a doctor appointment about an hour away. Super P accompanied us on our early morning trip and he stayed with the other 4 in the waiting room while Mr. M and I went back to see the Doc. It took awhile for the doc to come to the room and so M and I had some one on one playtime. I did look around to see if there might be a camera or something watching our interactions because it was taking sooo long. (Maybe it just felt like a long time since I was sitting on the floor playing and my wasp sting was "feeling" it.)

So this is our third visit to this specialist and ...(drum roll)...
The diagnosis of PDD- Pervasive Developmental Disorder- is truly right on track. Pfffhaa. (that would be the sound of the last remnant of hope being deflated) ADHD, yep, it's sticking too. Learning disability, we don't know what one (or more), but we know from the gap between receptive and expressive language we got it. This is not the first time I heard this, but today for some reason it seems so much more final. Kinda like "third times a charm". We haven't "uncaught" it even after almost a year of medication, therapies, modifications, etc.

On a good day Mr. M just seems like a "normal" active boy. Good days happen if he gets #1- ADHD medication, #2 Essential Fatty Acids, #3 Strict Gluten Free diet, #4 very limited sugar in diet (and I don't use artificial sweeteners), #5 our schedule doesn't deviate (Ha!). If any of these things don't happen there will be bumps, if more than a couple don't happen it's almost anarchy. (migraine waiting to happen)

Mr. M has wore out both of his older brother's patience quite a while ago. They're tired of their items being broke, stolen, Lego creations destroyed, etc. Who can blame them? I get frustrated too. The amount of energy, emotion and time spent on him alone are comparable to what it takes for three other children.

Why am I writing all this? Because it needs to be said. When you adopt a baby, it's like getting a present that you unwrap slowly. They are all there, but you discover more of them as they grow. For those children who have suffered pre-birth trauma or post-birth trauma (Mr. M had both) the package might contain things that you never imagined. Mr. Incredible and I had no idea that we would be facing these things when we took a nine day old little baby boy into our home to foster or even more than a slight idea of what laid ahead when we adopted that little baby boy 19 months later.

If I'm pro-adoption, why am I saying this?! (I bet you thought it!) Because God redeems. He takes what the devil meant for harm and turns it into good. That doesn't mean it happens overnight or that it's easy, but GOD REDEEMS! (I'm crying now) Mr. M was placed in our family for a reason. God chose US for HIM. We may never fully understand how we are changing his life. I do know that he is changing ours. We may never fully know how God uses Mr. M's life to bring God glory. But to God be the glory for the changes that are happening. God is working in Mr. M's life and the fruit is developing, slowly, but becoming more evident.

PDD- Purposefully Divine Destiny
ADHD- Annointed Deeply Healed Definitively
LD- Loved Dearly

Love has to stick even when things are tough. God has a plan and it's gonna be alright.