Went to the last appointment here in NY today with difficult child, obviously with seeing no improvment and the bed wetting (which she said is quite normal for this) it's not the right medication for him, but since he was moving the next day she didn't want to change anything without being able to follow him, understandably. So she gave him a little more to get him through the 8th when he will see his new psychiatrist in Indiana. Then today around 1 pm he left, I was really really bad. I actually had a panic attack once he was gone and took my Xanax which of course has calmed me down alot. My heart aches, I almost feel like there's been a death. Is it normal to feel this sad? I keep thinking I've been on the ONLY one to ever get him ready for school, homework, dr. appts and now his father will be reponsible for all this, and it's hard. He'll be at his dad's house Sat. night. I pray I have made the right decision, our little 3 yr old was so sad and sweet, right when he was leaving she gave him her favorite teddy bear, cried and hugged him and said, Dalton you are my bestest friend, take my bear to hug at night and pretend it's me" God I really lost it.