I expected the diagnosis, but hoped I was wrong. I can honestly say that as much as I love her and know the diagnosis doesn't change who she is, I am saddened by it. It's another incurableable condition that we can add to a possibly long-list-to-come of disorders she may be diagnosed with. But now that our suspicions have been confirmed, we have told her speech therapist, who has informed her occupational therapist-to-be and we are going to rework her therapy and gear it to help her with issues that are presenting because of PMS.
She's doing wonderfully today. Funny story. We were eating breakfast this morning, Multi-Grain Cheerios, and her brother began to stand up in his high chair. So I said "Oh no!", to which Isaiah responds "Oh Mo!" I looked at him with my "Don't you dare" eyes, and said "On your bum, Isaiah". And from behind me, a little finger points out towards her brother and shakes in a scold, as she says "Uh bum baby!" (On your bum, baby!). It was the cutest thing. She's like a little mommy to him. I'm so proud of my little girl!