Why don't I just dive back in.
We've started going to a behavioral psychologist once a week to try and solve our ongoing sleep issues once and for all. A lot of common sense strategies that work a lot of the time, but not all of the time. When John is up from 11:30 p.m. to 5:30 a.m., for example, the sitting quietly in his room with my back facing him just doesn't cut it. He is up and shouting and laughing and yelling "HI!!" and no amount of silent putting-him-back-into his bed (50 times, 100 times) will work. His body clock is just not like mine or yours, he is UP! at the oddest hours. And to say that they are odd hours makes it sound quaint or cute. It is not cute, so I will amend that to say he is up at the most brutal hours.
The next night, he may only be up from 2 a.m. to 6 a.m. at which point I admit defeat and we get up to start the day.
And then there are the rare and delicious nights like last night. John left his bed at 2:50 a.m. I intercepted him in the hallway and silently walked him back and tucked him in. I took my post in the middle of the room, my back facing him, and after 20 minutes of nail-biting, heard the gentle sounds of him...sleeping. It is rare to find myself waking up alone at 7 a.m. and to not hear a peep.
Nevertheless, we are seeing a neurologist next week to rule out possible physical causes and to pursue medication. I cannot fathom giving a four-year-old something like risperdal, but it's been mentioned to me by more than one doctor.
In other news, John is talking so much these days. He is really finding ways to communicate. Yesterday, after a long rainy day indoors, he came to me and said "Mommy's car." When I asked him where he wanted to go in Mommy's car he said "Go to playground." He can tell me he's hungry ("Oatmeal!") and tired ("Sleep!") In the mornings when we're getting ready for school, he retrieves a picture strip and reads: "I ride. The Bus. To. School") Sometimes he repeats the last thing I say, an echo, but still — words are coming forth.
Last week his teacher called me, clearly excited. He is fascinated, she said, with the velcro-ed numbers on their class calendar and is always taking them off and hiding them around the room. That day she followed him and discovered that he only had the numbers 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 and 30. He's counting by fives.
And recently, amazingly, he drew a picture of many circles. When his teacher asked him what they were, he said "The planets," and then proceeded to "name" them. It hangs in a special place in our house.