A new night waking tactic.

Melissa

Monkey’s sleep has been disrupted for the last week or so, understandable given the fact that he has not been feeling well.  He’s been waking up several times during the night and seeking me out.  I normally escort him straight back to bed, lay him down, cover him over and then return to my bed.  Sometimes this will happen multiple times in a single hour.

Since I have been sick too, and sleep deprived (stress and sickness and Monkey’s interruptions) I’ve been asking Duhdee to take a few turns.  Ever since Monkey was an itty baby, I’ve always done night wakings.  Duhdee is just not at his best in the middle of the night.  When we’ve gone through rough periods like this in the past I do them as long as I can and then will ask for help and he does help with limited grumbling (he never remembers grumbling, sometimes doesn’t remember me waking him up!)

Last night Monkey came in and woke me up around 1, he was scared (I have to assume a bad dream b/c he can’t tell me.)  In these situations I let him crawl into bed with us for a while.  I was so tired last night that I just gave up my spot, tucked Monkey in and went to take a nap on the couch, lol.  I returned to bed at 2:30 and he was sound asleep.  I took him back to his bed and then it started.  Every 15 minutes he was back in our room.  Argh!  At 4:30 I asked Duhdee to take over, I have to work today.

For the next couple of wakings Duhdee walked Monkey back to his room and tucked him in.  Then Duhdee did something that has NEVER crossed my mind.  When Monkey walked into our room Duhdee said “Go BACK to bed.” very firmly.  With wide eyes I watched my little man turn right around and go to his room.

“Aren’t you going to check on him?” I asked.

“Nope.” Duhdee replied and then he promptly fell back asleep.

I lay there for quite some time listening for Monkey, I expected him to return at any moment.  He didn’t though.  Little man had gone back to bed, covered himself over then fallen asleep.  Why, in 4 years, has it never occured to me to just TELL HIM TO GO TO BED?  I’m totally going to try this the next time!

Eyes glazing over, send caffeine.

Melissa

Yet another rough night last night but this time I could have slept if Monkey had let us.  He had an upset tummy yesterday and his skin is so sensitive that he had a slight diaper rash bloom.  Last night it woke him up and he was sad and tired and in pain.  Five hours of back and forth between our room and his room.  He was miserable, I was so sad for him.  Now I’m so sleepy.  Hopefully, he’s enjoying his day off to veg with Duhdee! 

Awake again!

Melissa

I went to bed “early” for me and then lost 2 hours to the television (honestly, I just wanted to watch the news!)  Now I’m awake again only 4.5 hours later.  Another long day of work ahead of me, bummer.

This morning I woke up thinking that I don’t know what a “typical” 4 year old is like and wondering if we’re holding Monkey back as a result.  I know that most kids at this age are more independent and are doing more for themselves but Monkey seems to be missing (for the most part) the independent streak.  He’s even a bit lazy, I would venture to say.  He comes by this honestly of course.

Last night I was sitting on the couch complaining  to my husband (via IM who was not 5 feet away from me) about being cold.  I spent more time complaining and asking him to get me socks than it would have taken me to walk the 20 feet to our bedroom to get them myself.  His solution was to turn the A/C down a bit via remote control so he wouldn’t have to listen to me complain or walk to our bedroom.  So clearly he’s gotten a double dose of the lazy gene here.  The child still asks me to carry him up and down stairs sometimes though I do say no 95% of the time, it’s a treat when I do agree to carry him.  And, this past weekend, I made him some oatmeal.  At one point, after he had eaten nearly all the oatmeal on his own with a spoon, I took the spoon to get the last little bit for him.  He sat there with his mouth open, waiting for me to give him that last bite for I don’t know how long since I was distracted and talking to Duhdee. LAZY boy!

The point is that I woke up with this thought and tossed and turned for 45 minutes before I finally gave up and came out here to ask Professor Google.  The Professor turned up lots of research abstracts (another sign that I’m not a typical parent, nearly all my search terms turn up research abstracts, lol) and finally spit out this.  It seems pretty reasonable to me, any opinions from those been there, done that moms?

There are a number of things on there that Monkey is doing, there are some slight gaps and definitely some pronounced delays but there are things on there that he isn’t doing, that he could do if we encouraged him to do so.  For instance, is there any reason Monkey can’t be putting his own clothes on?  Sure, he doesn’t have the fine motor skills for zippers or the strength for snaps but he can easily put on his own boxers, sweatpants, pajamas, shirts, etc.  So why doesn’t he?

Well, because we’ve always done it for him and it has become routine.  He doesn’t object, we don’t think about it and oops…there go his self care skills!  Since we have never had a “typical” 4 year old I think we may be holding him back in some ways.  I’ve copied the list and I will print it out as soon as doing so won’t wake the entire household.  I’ll show it to Duhdee and then we’ll start pushing Monkey to do more.  This is one of those times when I really wish we’d had another child first, someone for Monkey to learn from.  Someone for Duhdee and I to learn from!  Instead I’m stuck with Professor Google.  And you guys 😉

Oh, haha. Maybe I need to see my dr?

Melissa

From Wikipedia:

Severe hot flashes can make it difficult to get a full night’s sleep (often characterized as insomnia), which in turn can affect mood, impair concentration, and cause other physical problems. When hot flashes occur at night, they are called “night sweats.” As estrogen is typically lowest at night, some women get night sweats without having any hot flashes during the daytime.

Did I mention that I’m waking up burning up during the night lately as well?  POI?  Also did I ever tell you I’m a total hypochondriac?  *Sigh*  I am due for a physical anyway.  Dr. Google is not making me feel any better.

Still hanging in.

Melissa

It’s a little after 1AM and I can’t sleep, again.  I do have a cold and that is playing a part but that’s not all by a long shot.  Every time I have woken up in the last two nights my jaw has been clenched so tightly that I can barely open it.  I have to flex my jaw, while it makes loud popping noises, five or six times to just get it working properly again.  I wish I knew why this much stress again.

I think it has something to do with the fact that it is becoming more and more obvious, to even casual observers, that Monkey is delayed.  We had a fantastic outing Saturday night to Castle Island in South Boston and I really enjoyed myself.  We ate burgers and fries, we walked along the causeway, Monkey played in the water and joyously watched the airplanes.  It was just a really nice time.

When I tried to fall asleep last night, though, I kept remembering the looks from people.  It was not staring, people were friendly and smiled at me when I made eye contact but they were looking.  They were noticing.  How could they not?  He’s the size of your average 5 year old child, happy, laughing but definitely not acting anywhere near his age.  No one ever asks questions, they just look and smile.  It’s hard not to smile, his excitement is contagious but I do wish I didn’t feel this need to explain.  I just want to be a normal family.  I want to do normal things and not have people notice.  I want to be able to share information about Fragile X but it feels so forced to bring it up out of the blue.  It also feels like we’re ignoring the elephant in the room when I don’t say anything.

I am beyond hoping that I will wake up to find that Fragile X was just a bad dream.  My hope has now shifted to waking up and finding out we can cure it, that we can take it away and be a “normal” family again they way we were when he was little.  I want to go back in time and shake myself, to somehow force myself to enjoy those first 22 months more now that I know it was such a fleeting period for us.

I wonder how long it will be before I look at this time now and feel the same?

Have you ever written a long post and then

Melissa

just deleted it without posting? 

I am having a very bad day emotionally today.  I was triggered by two silly situations and I vomited it all upon the screen, proofed it and agreed that all the emotions were appropriately described.  I dug deep into a lot of personal issues about my childhood, being picked on and being the sibling of a child with special needs and how that colors the way I parent. Then I tried to come to some conclusions and could not.  I even managed to offend myself with some of the thoughts I was having, which takes a special talent, I think.  

So I’ve decided to make a long story short (and to try to avoid making anyone uncomfortable with my raging mental illness) and do a bulleted list of why I having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

  • I am not a talented hair stylist;
  • Monkey’s only pair of sandals are trashed and he has only sneakers to wear;
  • Little kids say mean things;
  • Mean things stick for decades sometimes;
  • Not everyone thinks different is beautiful;
  • People are judgy, especially other parents; and,
  • I do not handle criticism well, in fact, if feels like judgement.

Normally, I’d say something trite about needing chocolate but I’m so raw and weepy that even thinking it pissed me off at myself.  *Sigh* Now that is definitely a bad sign.

National Fragile X Awareness Day

Melissa

I am the poster child for the necessity of this day.  Although Fragile X has been in my family for many generations and showed its face for the first time in full mutation form in my generation, I was completely unaware of its existence until my own son was unexpectedly diagnosed. 

 

Today is a day for spreading the word so that more families are spared the shock of having this disorder explode unexpectedly in their lives.  Today is a day for spreading the word so that more families get the diagnosis and the help that they need when their child is still young.  No family should have to search for years for an answer to the symptoms their child exhibits.

 

I know most people who are reading this know someone, or have a child, with Fragile X and so already understand the importance of awareness.  We are the soldiers in this battle. There are many people who are making decisions on research and brainstorming ideas to raise awareness but it is those of us who are living this day in and day out who can take direct concrete action to raise awareness everyday.  You don’t need to orchestrate a fundraiser.  You don’t need to take part in an article for your local paper or a national magazine.  You can just talk about your child to everyone who will listen.  Tell the waitress, tell the person sitting next to you on the train, tell your co-workers…write about it on your blog!  Buy these cards and stick them in every letter or bill that you mail.  

 

 

Every little bit helps, the more people we reach, the more families we help.

 

And if you have some money to spare, donate.  Every little bit helps.

Snickerdoodles.

Melissa

I am a huge fan of Snickerdoodles.  When I was in college, we had tea every Friday at 4.  There was always a variety of cookies and other snacks and my very favorite was the Snickerdoodle.  I’d never had, or even heard of, a Snickerdoodle before college.  After college I began looking for a recipe, it seemed like such a simple cookie so I never expected how difficult it was going to be for me to find one.

Last night, some (oh. my. god.) 11 years after graduation, I finally found one I like!  Prior attempts have resulted in a wide variety of results and none of them very good.  One batch resulted in my being banned from the kitchen for quite a long time.  Another batch turned out the size of very brown, lumpy, oatmeal pancakes.  Of course I was too stubborn to just toss that mess out and attempted to eat them.  *gag*  Even the DOG (the dog who eats Monkey poop, no less) wouldn’t touch the cookies.  Ha.

Those dark days are behind me now though.  Monkey “asked” to bake by getting out his stool, the stainless steel bowl we use for cookies and stealing some flour from Duhdee who was making a roux.  I recalled that my mom had bought a cook book at a recent yard sale that had a simple sounding Snickerdoodle recipe in it and a short phone call later we were underway.

They came out awesome, I’m very pleased.  Of the 41 cookies that I baked only 31 made it into the storage container.  At one point Monkey was sitting in the living room using my laptop when I heard his little feet pounding across the floor in my direction.  He ran into the kitchen, snatched a cookie from the cooling rack and raced back to the laptop to finish his video, lol.

What do you give a man who has everything?

Melissa

Or, more precisely, what do you give a man who buys himself everything he wants?  This is the dilemma we face each year with my father.  Christmas is usually pretty easy, we hand over IOUs to my mom and dad for Red Sox tickets and then plan to spend a couple DAYS waiting in the infamous online waiting rooms praying for a chance to buy tickets at face value and spare ourselves the horrendous markup from resellers.  *Sigh* so not looking forward to that again.

Anyway.  His birthday is always a challenge.  He was asked point blank this year what he wanted and he said “I buy myself what I want.”  NOT helpful.  Duhdee and I racked our brains and finally came up with the PERFECT idea.  We went to one location and when we calculated what we needed, he advised us to go to someone else.  He just couldn’t deliver the quantity we needed at a reasonable cost.  Bugger.  So we began calling this other supplier.  He owns his owns his own business and he’s described as “independent” which basically translates to “has no answering machine, good luck!”  For 3 days we tried calling and we had no luck.

On the day of my father’s birthday we still hadn’t managed to reach the supplier so we had to come up with a good IOU.  We decided to give my dad a sample of his birthday gift.  After dinner with a bunch of their friends my mom handed my dad a gift bag and said “This is from all of us” and indicated the family members.  My dad looked scared, lol.  He told the others “It’s not good when they gang up on me!”  He weighed the bag in his hand and finally opened it up to find…another bag, this time a small paper bag with the top folded over.

He took that bag out and gently squeezed it in his hand.  He looked confused.  I think he knew what was in the bag at that point but he couldn’t figure out what it meant.  He slowly opened the top of the bag and peered in and then looked at each of us.  We were all snickering at this point but the guests had no idea what was going on.  Finally he spoke, “Ooookayyyy, dirt?” At which point everyone cracked up and started tossing out ideas as to what it signified.  “They think you’re older than DIRT!” was the final concensus amongst the guests, lol.  Once the laughter died down we let him know that as soon as we could get in touch with the supplier there would be a WHOLE lot more of this being delivered.  Enough to put in a front lawn!  He was then very excited.  It was something he’d been wanting to do for the last two summers but never seemed to get a chance to work out how much and where to get the loam he needed.

Earlier in the week he’d been out mowing the long strands of grass growing among his rocks and we kept hearing rocks bouncing off the mower blade.  It was so loud that the neighbor (who lives 1/4 mile away) was giving him a hard time about how many rocks he had mowed this week.  He mentioned more than once, after we’d decided what to get him, that he needed to take care of the “lawn” soon.

There was much discussion that night, around the campfire, about whether we’d picked the right supplier or not.  There were several options in the small town where their camp is located and they all come in varying degrees of “independence” which, it turns out, sometimes means “unreliable” and sometimes means “total @sshole.”  So it was decided that we’d picked the right guy for the job.  My dad and Duhdee stopped by the guy’s house the next morning to leave him a note in an effort to at least let him know someone was looking for him!  By the time we left, a week later, one of the estimated five loads of dirt had been delivered.

Isn’t it purty?  My dad made the sign and then made the entire family POSE in front of the dirt.  In the rain.