Every single noise is a noise. Some days and nights are not as bad as others and then there are nights like tonight. In the road, in front of our house, there is some kind of manhole cover. Every time a car goes over it Owen hears it and sits up in bed. When one of the dogs bark in the neighborhood he starts talking about “dog barking” and how he is going to get a dog. He fell asleep rather quickly. I laid there for a little bit and then got up. I had to go to the bathroom and it is right next to his room. I was trying to be quiet and I didn’t even flush the toilet but I think washing my hands may have been the start of him waking up. When I moved to the kitchen I didn’t turn a light on but I opened a drawer, I heard a noise outside, and before I could even close the drawer Owen was next to me yelling “tablet”. When he wakes up he moves through the steps like it is morning most of the time, only occasionally going back to bed and falling asleep again quickly. Luckily tonight was a mix. He went back to bed but then asked for a “sip of milk”. I told him that I would get him milk but he had to stay in bed. I knew what was going to happen either way but him staying in bed would be the easier of the two options. I walked into the kitchen, got a cup, and opened the refrigerator. I knew tonight he would not ignore the light pouring out from the refrigerator but that’s the only way I was going to get his milk. He doesn’t ever want his bedroom door closed and it would cause more problems for us but he hates the light the flows from the other rooms. I put up blackout curtains to try and help the light reflecting into his room but he can still see the shine through them. It has been a couple of months and the light hadn’t seemed to be a problem for him but he was on edge tonight. He had his sip of milk and then I laid back down with him. He doesn’t understand personal space at all and he had his head pushed into my head. And he keeps pushing harder. He also doesn’t understand his own strength. I got him to fall back asleep and I’ve been quiet ever since. He had a better day. We slept more last night and he was able to go see his grandma. These all make for a happy momma. Tomorrow I plot and plan how to make a house that is never quiet quieter for my sweet baby O. I’m thankful for his smile, his songs in several languages, and the “big hug” he offered me when he could tell his yelling at me had been upsetting. Sometimes the steps forward do not feel big enough but look at the path you have traveled on and focus on the victories you have made. 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.