I lost count of how many times Owen woke up last night. I think it was four but it may have been a thousand and four at some point. The first time I was able to get him back in his bed from there it was all out let’s just be awake until he was completely exhausted and wanted to sleep but also wanted to go to school. When he wakes up that many times there is generally a reason. He can’t always express what that reason is or he may not even understand it himself. When he did wake for the day he was ready to go to school, come home, and go to sleep so he could go to grandma’s house tomorrow. When we got to the bus stop it was his usual steps except this time he wanted to “turn left at the stop sign” and wouldn’t keep going to the bus stop. He watches videos and then he says the phrases or is now starting to reenact the scenes he is watching. I was able to move him past the stop sign but I’m now wondering if he will start running from me. We wear the armbands at the bowling alley since the time he ran down the lane because he wanted to “tell the pins bye bye”. That experience almost made me never want to go bowling again but we pushed forward and starting wearing the bands. I think it also helped that the bowling alley completely understood and was extremely supportive of our experience. Other than that he has never run from me but I still have that fear and especially now that he is older and has a mind of his own. When he came home from school he had one thing on his mind and he immediately wanted me to change so that he could start his weekend plans. If I stay in jeans he thinks we might be going somewhere and he wants me to stay home. He was anxious and calm all night. It’s such a perplexing experience to see both sides so frequently throughout the night. He sat next to me as calm as calm could be, as long as he was touching me, but then there were moments he would start running through the house or squealing at the top of his lungs. He then started jumping up and down and was almost pacing back and forth but it was more like he was moving everywhere with his hand in his mouth. He kept yelling that he was “sad and angry”. I asked him if his mouth hurt but he didn’t say it did. When he went to the dentist she verified all his teeth looked fine and over the next couple of years, he would be losing more of his baby teeth. She explained that he may be able to feel when it is even slightly loose or moving into position. After a while, he stopped playing with his mouth again, and eventually, he got ready for bed. He fell asleep within minutes and I’m hoping he sleeps better tonight but his teeth could be the cause of why sleep was so hard to come by last night. We might be back to the dentist again if he gets more upset about it. Nothing still looks wrong to me and it doesn’t look loose but I would rather check than let it go. He has gotten to the point where he can tell me if something hurts like when he stubbed his toe he cried out, “did you hurt yourself ouch it will be ok” mimicking some of my words that I’ve said over the years. He will also sing “momma called the doctor and the doctor said no more monkeys jumping in the bed” when he needs to go to the doctor. I was thankful when he made that connection. It truly helped both of us. I think about how far we’ve come and I am thankful. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Make it exactly what you want it to be. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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