Owen woke around one last night. I was up really late and had the light on in the kitchen. I have a blackout curtain hanging in the hall, but he can still see some light around it though. He won’t let me close his bedroom door so I tried to figure out a different way to hide the lights that shine from other rooms during the night when I’m still awake. When he saw the light he thought it was the morning and started running through the house turning the rest of the lights on, getting his tablet, and asking for milk. I told him it was still night time and we were going back to bed. The screams started immediately, but I could tell he wasn’t even truly awake. I walked him back to his room turning the lights off as we went. He was asleep again within twenty minutes or so. He hadn’t woke like this in awhile. But I also haven’t had the lights on as I did. I’ve been trying to keep the house darker at night, but that’s not always easy. I need to come up with another solution for the hallway. I need a different door or more ways to block the light and noise. I never imagined how the ticking of a clock, the buzzing of a lightbulb, or the glow from a lamp would affect him, yet I completely get why it does. His senses are acute and he is attuned with the world. I remember the song of the crickets and other bugs outside my window that would keep me up at night and I can only imagine how he hears the noises of the world as his day goes along. The second time he woke was closer to seven in the morning. He was happy most of the day, spent some time with his grandparents, and then we had a great night of singing “Old MacDonald had a zucchini”. He laughs every time he puts something on the farm that he thinks is funny. I’m still smiling, hearing his laughter as he says, “no way a zucchini”. We had lasagna for dinner and I’m so proud of how well he is doing with eating. Through the valleys, we walk in sunshine and rain, but we are walking together towards our victories. Never give up on the miracles yet to happen. Keep moving forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.