Therapy went well today. Nic's been in a really rotten mood and we had a really bad afternoon. She refused to get out of bed and kept screaming about how fat and disgusting she was. Dad gave her an hour and then started to pack her bag "just in case" we needed to head to the hospital for the boost. We ended up calling the police for a welfare check after she threatened to "end it all" and started scratching her arms. She pulled herself together once the police showed up. I am so proud of Tim for not backing down. I was waiting to step in once he gave in but he didn't. We've gotten the cold shoulder since but she's had her lunch and is working on her snack now.

And she's gained 2.2 pounds :)