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<blockquote data-quote="WildThings2007" data-source="post: 471430" data-attributes="member: 13031"><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">Hello,</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">I am new to this board...Googled support for "difficult children" and found this forum....Here is my story.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">We were doubly blessed with twin boys who turned 4 in May of 2011. It was a perfect pregnancy on paper but I was sick the entire time, from week 6 to the morning of the c-section and suffered insomnia practically the entire time.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">When they were born, at 39 weeks weighing in at 8 and 7 pounds, I was so thrilled, relieved, on cloud 9 and floating with joy simply because I could now move around, no longer had debilitating nausea and could go to the bathroom without having to hold on to the door as it was so difficult to move around, let alone do anything else!</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">At around 2 weeks post birth, I became to suffer from post-partum anxiety. Not depression. Anxiety over everything x1000 but the worst the constant worry that I might want to hurt them. Note: Not that I WANTED to hurt them, but I was so scare that I would WANT to hurt them...</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">On the outside, nobody knew. I was a devoted, caring, attentive, responsible, dedicated and loving mama. I was like that on the inside too...Just with a side of constant crippling anxiety that I would want to snap.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">Started therapy and medications at around 6 weeks and graduated from therapy when the boys turned 2.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">During this time, everything seemed more difficult for us than even our twin family friends.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">Yes, they were boys and were twins. But it seemed like no matter how much I talked, read and played they were always behind their peers.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">Having worked in Special Education for years, and specialized in Autism, I called the CDC and had them evaluated at 18 months. And then 2 1/2 and then 3.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">No diagnosis were ever given excepts: Possible red flags for ADHD and PDDNOS.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">The general consensus has always been: They are twins (mild developmental delays), they are boys (super active, they are billingual and needed tubes in their ears at 16 months) and they had a mommy who always stimulated them which has made them very very happy but also extremely curious and always on the go for exploration.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">Fast forward to 4 years and they still can't sleep a full night, EVERYTHING is a battle: bath time, brushing teeth, eating, bedtime, listening to instructions and on and on and on...</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">I feel like a failure as a mom.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">My boys just don't listen.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">No matter what I try; visual cues, talking slowly and engaging in eye contact, setting limits and boundaries, time outs, praise, praise and more praise.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">I woke up this morning so tired, all I want to do is cry...And sleep.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">I am now reading the old book "The Difficult Child" and can see my boys in each chapter.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">But I just don't know where to begin...Again.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">Thanks for listening...</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222"><span style="font-family: 'Times'">Tired Mama</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="WildThings2007, post: 471430, member: 13031"] [COLOR=#222222][FONT=Times]Hello, I am new to this board...Googled support for "difficult children" and found this forum....Here is my story. We were doubly blessed with twin boys who turned 4 in May of 2011. It was a perfect pregnancy on paper but I was sick the entire time, from week 6 to the morning of the c-section and suffered insomnia practically the entire time. When they were born, at 39 weeks weighing in at 8 and 7 pounds, I was so thrilled, relieved, on cloud 9 and floating with joy simply because I could now move around, no longer had debilitating nausea and could go to the bathroom without having to hold on to the door as it was so difficult to move around, let alone do anything else! At around 2 weeks post birth, I became to suffer from post-partum anxiety. Not depression. Anxiety over everything x1000 but the worst the constant worry that I might want to hurt them. Note: Not that I WANTED to hurt them, but I was so scare that I would WANT to hurt them... On the outside, nobody knew. I was a devoted, caring, attentive, responsible, dedicated and loving mama. I was like that on the inside too...Just with a side of constant crippling anxiety that I would want to snap. Started therapy and medications at around 6 weeks and graduated from therapy when the boys turned 2. During this time, everything seemed more difficult for us than even our twin family friends. Yes, they were boys and were twins. But it seemed like no matter how much I talked, read and played they were always behind their peers. Having worked in Special Education for years, and specialized in Autism, I called the CDC and had them evaluated at 18 months. And then 2 1/2 and then 3. No diagnosis were ever given excepts: Possible red flags for ADHD and PDDNOS. The general consensus has always been: They are twins (mild developmental delays), they are boys (super active, they are billingual and needed tubes in their ears at 16 months) and they had a mommy who always stimulated them which has made them very very happy but also extremely curious and always on the go for exploration. Fast forward to 4 years and they still can't sleep a full night, EVERYTHING is a battle: bath time, brushing teeth, eating, bedtime, listening to instructions and on and on and on... I feel like a failure as a mom. My boys just don't listen. No matter what I try; visual cues, talking slowly and engaging in eye contact, setting limits and boundaries, time outs, praise, praise and more praise. I woke up this morning so tired, all I want to do is cry...And sleep. I am now reading the old book "The Difficult Child" and can see my boys in each chapter. But I just don't know where to begin...Again. Thanks for listening... Tired Mama[/FONT][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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