When In Search Of Friday

Last night Owen paced, crying, and inconsolable. Except for the pacing part I was probably right there with him. It hurts when my baby is crying and he can’t tell me why. He was close to settling, not far from being asleep, and then the tears started flowing. He had cried earlier in the day, but he was able to tell me why. Or at least I think I understood why. But last night the tears were so strong, his emotions overflowing, and my heart was breaking. As quick as the tears came they went away because he fell asleep mid-cry. The new supplement is helping him fall asleep faster and it seems to make him sleep more restfully. We shall see how it holds up to the test of time. For today I’m thankful he’s falling asleep earlier. The late nights, early mornings, and waking up multiples times were becoming harder for me. He is very anxious tonight, repeating his words, and wanting things that make him scream, like the vacuum. He also has a touch of his allergies. And we both might be a little cranky. He’s asked for his teacher multiple times and we’ve discussed what the days ahead hold. He’s asked to go bowling several times and insisting for me to turn off the vacuum that isn’t even on, let alone out of the closet. Deep breaths for me. I have to remain calm when sometimes I want to scream right along with him. His words are forming and communication is coming, but there are still times where he can’t express himself or answer questions. I know he needs to work through these moments and vacuuming is on his mind. Life is ever-changing. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Be inspired and make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!