Where are the boundaries, and how did they get out of control. These, and many other questions I have asked today. Owen is recovering from his sickness. Me, I’m tired. He fell asleep pretty easily last night, but then when I was moving him to his bed he woke up. And he woke hysterically crying, beyond upset, but wasn’t really even completely awake. The later it got the more he yelled, and the more I wanted to cry. After hours of him almost falling back asleep, to waking up completely, multiple times, I moved him to my bed. He couldn’t calm down. I tried everything, and gave him what he asked for. Once we were in my bed, he kept screaming words repeatedly. At this point I knew he had to go to sleep, or he would be up all night again. I put my mom face on, told him that we were a team, and that he couldn’t yell at me. I also told him that he needed to stop talking. Now this is the one, two punch to the gut. How on earth can I tell my baby that struggles with words to stop talking, to be quiet. But there I was doing just that. He needed to go to sleep. With my mom face still on, I hovered over him, only a few inches from his face. He looked at me, almost screamed again, and instead closed his mouth. His eyes slowly closed, only to pop open a few seconds later, but no words. A few more times of him looking at my face, only a few inches from his, and he was out. He woke up early, and somehow I convinced him to go back to sleep. He slept three more hours. I know he needed it. He woke cranky, but with lots of words, incredible connections, and wanting to go bowling. He talked about the “elevator at de mall” and lollipops. He’s never had a lollipop, only a lick of one once that he pushed away, but we were out the other day, and someone offered him one. He amazes me with his words, and his “inCreedaBull” memory. Thankful he is feeling better, and tomorrow is a brand new day. Be inspired, be thankful, and be positive, the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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