The beginning of the WTH!! moments.

These first couple of posts may be a little hard to follow as I am trying to cram as much information I can into the fewest amount of words... I have a lot to type. 


Here is a little background information to catch everyone up to where we (the kids and I) are today. 


January 2009 - The father of my children died suddenly, and most definitely unexpectedly, from a brain aneurysm. At the time, my daughter, Allyson was almost 4 and my son, Dominic, had just turned 2. The kids and I moved in with my parents.


Fast forward to 2010 - Allyson starts kindergarten, Dominic is in preschool. The negative behaviors start. Allyson is having trouble focusing and listening in class and Dominic has the same but with aggression and violence thrown in the mix. Nice for a 3 year old, huh? Dominic was asked to leave one preschool and was on the verge of it happening again. I did research on ADHD, ADD, Autism, ODD, etc. and was convinced that there was something there. I made the decision to enlist some help. The pediatrician didn't see anything wrong with them and that the behavior was "normal". I'm sorry, but for a 3 year old to just walk up to another child and punch them in the nose, isn't normal. After getting no where with the pediatrician, I was referred to a psychiatrist from a teacher at the preschool. We began seeing the doctor. Allyson and Dominic were both initially diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) and put on medication to control the impulses. Allyson's medication worked great and Dominic's was hit or miss. Some days would be fine and others would be a little off. They began working with a therapist regularly. 


Home life: The three of us moved in with my boyfriend in April of 2010. They began to see him as a father figure, which I felt was important for both of them, especially Dominic. Life is good, but trying due to the behavior issues we are experiencing.


Now, in 2011 - Allyson is almost finished with kindergarten and doing very good. Dominic is still having trouble every now and then. When he gets mad at his teacher or doesn't get his way, he will just sit there and poop in his pants. We've changed medication type, dose and frequency and have seen little to no progress. They are both still seeing a therapist weekly.