sometimes I wonder if and when the eating issues will ever be resolved.
We try so hard and I know her HEAD knows that we'll always feed her and that she'll never do without, but her poor little body's memory still betrays her.
Friday night in the middle of the night, our daughter came into our room and hugged me and said she had a nightmare about Arlo starving to death and Lucifer eating him. We responded with "Oh baby, I hope you know that nobody living here will ever starve, there is always food available".
Her response "Yes, I know, okay".
The next morning there was ZERO ice cream in the house, she'd binge ate it all after the rest of us went back to sleep.
That day, I found a can of spaghetti o's in her playroom.
Today, the crescent rolls are missing again.
It makes me so sad that she has had so much neglect that she still worries, after this much time, that things will go back to her not having enough to eat and feeling that she has to hoard food.
I cry for every moment like this that we experience, because I relive feeling pain for her that she's felt so much of her life.
If only there were a magic wand to get her through all this.