What’s that saying?

“When it rains it pours.”

On the  Friday before last,

when Ivy was busy coming down with her superbug,

I looked at my almost seventeen year old daughter and thought she had lost more weight from the week before.

In fact, she had lost an enormous amount.

I made her get on the scales, which was my first big indication that there was something terribly wrong.

Actually, that’s not exactly true.

Maddy had been very flat for the last few months and had withdrawn from her friends

and from all of the activities that used to make her happy.

She had been exercising madly

and had other signs too that until that point had been put down to stress.

We all knew something wasn’t right

and medications were started to counteract her obvious anxiety and depression

and maybe a little bit of grief thrown in there too.

She had been very close with her grandmother

but still,

I had never seen my girl so…

sad,

so hopeless,

so not herself.

The scales were hard for Maddy and she lay on the floor as I half carried her, half dragged her to them.

She looked frightened and she sobbed all the way,

begging me not to do it

but I needed to know what I thought I did already  -

that my beautiful almost seventeen year old daughter was starving herself.

By the time we got to the bathroom I did’t need numbers

but they were devastating anyway

and at midnight on Friday night she came to me

and admitted

that she had been making herself vomit for the last six months

and my whole world stopped.

How could I have not seen the signs?

How could I have not known

and now, here she was obviously very ill.

She said that it started before Christmas and was worse in times of stress

and let’s face it -

there has been a lot of that lately.

In fact, Maddy and her brothers and sisters have been in a stressful environment for the last seven years.

She has always been my anxious girl,

the girl who wants to please others,

my dependable girl, who would bend over backwards to help anyone she could,

my emotional one

and this insipid disease was how it perpetuated.

She curled up into my lap and sobbed;

“Oh dear, I’ve ruined it. I’m a bad kid”

and all I could do was hold her and rock her and tell her she was amazing,

for telling me

for being brave

for admitting it to herself,

Dave’s arms wrapped around the both of us.

Everything came out in a rush then,

the where’s,

the why’s,

the how’s

and by then she was so exhausted, I wrapped her up in blankets and tucked her into bed with me

and held her all night  -

she was so cold,

so shut down,

so tiny

and her admission was like a wall had collapsed,

giving her permission to be everything she had been trying to keep from me (because she didn’t want to hurt me)

and I was worried she was at risk of hurting herself.

It was a long night.

I have always been of the mind that a problem shared is an easier load to carry

and so the next morning her sisters and brothers were told

and a plan worked out to get us all through the weekend.

It was tough.

Maddy was as weak as a kitten and eating anything at all, without purging was a real issue

but she did it.

We had to accompany her everywhere because she felt safer when one of us were with her

and less likely to purge when another person was there.

She said it made her accountable in some way.

On Monday we went to the GP and I pulled in every favour I could from Ivy’s team to help me.

There has to be some advantages to having more doctors in your life than anything else

and the absolute beauty of it all is that they were all very happy to refer and get advice for me.

Everything is out of wack.

Her body,

her head space,

everything.

She was so dehydrated they couldn’t find a vein to take bloods

and I’ve never felt more sad or worried for Maddy as I did right then.

Both she and Ivy stayed in hospital together.

The first real problem for Maddy was the risk of re-feeding syndrome

and so I had to re – introduce food very slowly

and make sure she kept it all down.

Asking a teenager with Anorexia Nervosa and Bulimia to eat is like poking your eye repeatedly with a stick

but Maddy had said she wanted to get better

and so I pushed through everything – all the complaints and diversional behaviours

and forced her to eat

Don’t in any way underestimate things – it was forcing.

I hated (and hate) every minute of it

but as I said to Maddy, I don’t care right now what she thinks of me

my goal at the moment is to keep her alive.

We have been referred to the Mental Health Unit and to the doctor who specialises in eating disorders

but as with anything at all, unless it is urgent,

you need to wait -

hopefully psychiatric care will begin next week, as well as a dietician

and so at the moment we are doing this on our own.

We have such a very long way to go

and there is a high chance of relapse but the doctor said that finding out at six months was a good thing

and that chances of recovery are good.

It would be easy to beat up on myself and the truth is over the last two weeks I have done so

but is that really going to help Maddy?

No

and so we are all learning to cope with this new twist in our journey.

Obviously all of this ties in with all that we have been through over the years

and we are finding our new balance.

Hyper vigilance is my new specialty for each and every one of the kids now.

Everyone is shocked – especially Immy, who felt that she and Maddy could talk about anything

and scared

because Maddy has always been the ‘little mother’ when Ivy and I have been in the hospital

and it’s not like that now.

It can’t be like that anymore.

Last week Maddy asked that her small group of friends be told (they were wonderful about it)

and then a few days later asked me to make a general announcement to everyone -

so that people knew the facts, rather than having others talk behind her back

and her feeling worse because of it.

She’s not at school right now -

concentration is an issue and year 11 very stressful

and  she still feels incredibly unsafe when she is away from me

but with help and refuelling her body

and the right medication

and therapy

we are all hoping that things will improve -

especially Maddy.

This post was written with Madeline’s permission.

Family and friends have been amazing, for which I am very thankful for.

If you suspect that you or one of your people are suffering from Anorexia Nervosa or Bulimia you can get some great information from any of these sites:

The Butterfly Foundation

F.E.A.S.T

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