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Bipolar Baby

I think back over the last five years and wonder where it all went wrong. Or at what point I realized my baby was different. I think it started the day she was born. B. came out of my womb staring the world straight in the eye. I remember the doctor and nurses commenting on how alert she was and the way she seemed to look at everyone. Even then she seemed an old soul. Like she had lived a life before. Sounds crazy I know but I do believe it in my heart.

She was a great baby. She was happy and smiled easily. She fed and napped like clockwork. I had no reason to think anything was different about her. I was too busy counting my blessings. As a toddler she was very independent and tended to push me away. She wanted what she wanted WHEN she wanted it. And there was hell to pay when she didn't get it. I just figured it was the terrible two's. I couldn't have been more wrong. I was pleasantly surprised that she reacted so well when I gave birth to my son. B. was very loving and accepting of him.

The 'meltdowns' began when she was 3. Her tantrums can only be described as complete explosions. We never knew what was going to set her off. Some days it was the clothes I picked out or the shoes I picked out. Other days it was something as small as not 'enough' marshmellows in her cereal or her juice not being cold enough. We all started walking on eggshells. We just didn't know it yet.

More to come tomorrow.

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