New Year, new kid

First of all, Happy New Year everyone! 2015 had a lot of changes for us, we blended our family, we started an adoption process to get custody of my daughter's brother, and were told one of our children has gender dysphoria. For those of you who don't know what gender dysphoria is it's basically a fancy way of saying our child is transgender. Honestly it wasn't much of a shock when we were told, let's just go back in time a little bit-Callie was born August 22nd 2011 and was given the name Noah. She actually came into my life when she was 2 years old and was still being portrayed as a boy, she has a twin brother named Hunter and they're definitely fraternal. One has blue eyes, one green, one has blonde hair, the other red. But that wasn't the only difference in the two. Callie would always gravitate towards my daughters toys instead of the trucks and guns that Hunter was playing with. Neither of us really thought anything of it we just thought the "girl" toys were more appealing to her. As time went on and their dad left their lives when they were three, I noticed Callie would gravitate towards EVERYTHING girly! She wanted to wear dresses, she wanted the girl underwear, the girl socks, everything had to be pink! I thought maybe it was her way of dealing with stress, she was now being raised by her dad's exgirlfriend who is a single mom so maybe she wanted to be accepted? I kept making excuses until around her fourth birthday. I had started dating a new guy who had two boys and we noticed Callie was nothing like them, besides the things I stated earlier. Everything was different, the way she carried herself was different, the way she played with her toys, the way she colored(our boys color really fast and sloppily) she mirrored everything our girls did and her desire to wear girl clothes just got worse. She would literally throw fits before going anywhere in boy clothes, she would throw herself on the ground and scream like we were beating her. We knew something was different with our kid. She had a doctors appointment for her four year check up and we mentioned everything to the pediatrician who gave Callie a piece of paper and crayons and said "Noah can you please draw yourself" and it was a moment I would never forget. She drew herself as a beautiful girl with long blonde hair in a pink dress. The doctor looked at us and said "I want you to take your little girl shopping" so we did. We got a lot of strange looks and lost some friends after that but after reading that more than 50% of transgender youth would try to commit suicide by their 20th birthday we knew we'd rather have a living daughter than a dead son.