Again, I find myself behind the eight ball in regards to writing. I’m really trying to get back into the swing of things, but I’m struggling a bit with my depression lately.
That being said, I’m here now, and that’s what matters.
Last I wrote, I was still going back and forth with Emmett’s pediatrician about getting him on an antidepressant. We’re not excited by the idea of further medicating him, but everyone agrees that it’s absolutely in his best interest.
I was experiencing some resistance from the doctor for reasons that didn’t make sense. We have a fantastic relationship, and I was very surprised that she seemed unwilling to manage Emmett’s depression until September when he gets into the behavioral health clinic at Akron Children’s.
I’ve been around the block a few times, and I know that sometimes the message gets lost in the shuffle and not having spoken to his doctor directly, I felt that there must be some level of miscommunication.