Day 3

We checked into the inpatient facility on Tuesday. Horrible day for me. I cried....and cried....and cried. Woke up crying. Cried while getting dressed and driving to the facility. I was able to regain composure by the time we walked in but the second I had to say we were there for inpatient therapy, I burst into tears again. It was awful. Julia is a different story. Wasn't phased in the least. She looked worried about my crying but she had no problem talking to people and checking things out.

On Tuesday, I fed her lunch and dinner. Wednesday was the first time we left for the day while the therapists worked with her. I was worried that Julia would be upset, cry, and be bored. Not the case. There were a few tears in the morning but after that she was fine. When the kids aren't in therapy, there is plenty for them to do. Yesterday, Julia and her friend Ellie played "beauty shop."

So far, Julia is holding strong. Not cooperating at all. Tuesday she ate fairly well but yesterday was a stand-off. She ate ONE bite the entire day. She's also trying out her best distractions to avoid eating. She says "Hey, I love you. You're so pretty. I like your hair. Can we wait a minute before I take a bite? I'm parched." Nothing she says or does amazes me.