Sigh... so if the universe wasn't complicated enough, Feisty Pants is now not
sleeping. Sigh again... Honestly, some days it does feel as if somebody
somewhere just wants to see what exactly it will take until I start
indiscriminately smacking random individuals for no reason. Not that a bout of
insomnia is the end of the world, but it sure does feel like that when you're in
the midst of it. And this is not her usual state. Hippie Pants and I both have
chronic insomnia. But we have always had it. I stopped taking naps at three
months old (My mother was thrilled at that.) Hippie Pants had to be practically
forced to go to bed at gun point. And then would sing and talk to herself until
the wee hours of the morning. But Feisty Pants, she is like her dad. Early
to bed, early to rise, and happy to see the morning come. (Honestly, it is like
living with an alien or exotic animal. Her sister and I don't understand that
am cheerfulness at all. In the mornings we need a coffee IV and holy water
thrown at us.)
But now, FP has flipped that on its head. All of a sudden she seems to fight
going to sleep every step of the way. And when she can go to sleep, the
smallest thing (noise, lights from the neighbor's car, the heat kicking on,
anything...) seems to wake her back up and then she's up for hours. And Goo and
I end up succumbing to most insidious of demons that inflict themselves upon the
parents of special needs kids. The over thinking everything fiend. Every time
something new or odd happens, you go into overdrive trying to suss it out and
fix it or repeat it. I'm good at emergencies. Practice makes perfect after
all. But little things. They will stymie me while I am trying figure out
whether it means anything significant or not. Whether every sneeze is a new
pneumonia or just a little dust up her nose. Every odd quirk just a new
symptom of her strange development (Cp kids don't follow normal growth
markers)or just a kid being a kid. So, we will probably make the poor kid
absolutely crazy trying to make things just right for her sleeping. Music on or
off?(We have always played classical while she sleeps) Extra blanket or take one
away? Heat up a notch or down? More yoga closer to bed or more yoga in am? A
little chamomile tea? Melatonin? Tylenol before bed- is she
maybe uncomfortable? Is she dehydrated and just needs more fluids? Is it a lack of some therapy? A few are on hold right now. Is it merely a sign of puberty? She is at that age. At this
point we are likely just bugging the hell out of her to the point where she's
too annoyed to sleep. Hell, I'm annoying me already.
And it's just as bad when something goes right. She makes a
stride or any progress in her development, and we act like we're on meth.
Bouncing right off the walls trying to redo whatever the hell it is that's
worked. Because you are rarely sure what it is. Trust me , if we were, we
would repeat that very thing ad nauseum. Poor kid. Somedays I wonder how she tolerates
us. Must keep up her nights, putting up with loonies like us.
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