Good Night, Sweet Prince
Dec. 16th, 2012 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brigidNiko’s overnight at his grandparents’ went well, to a degree. He ate all the clementines in the entire world, so if you’re having trouble finding them in your kitchen or store, it’s because of him. He ate a bunch of other fruit and veg as well. Child acts like that stuff is candy. <3
He missed his nap on Friday, didn’t get to bed until after 9:00 pm, and missed his nap on Saturday as well as again going to bed later than usual Saturday night. Now, he slept all night long on Friday, he cooperated with bedtime and slept well. But he’s running on a sleep debt and that caught up with him last night (Saturday night). He woke up screaming and sobbing several times. Well, I say “woke up” but at least at first he was still asleep.
The first time he woke up he was sobbing and screaming and thrashing around. I asked him if he was awake and he said no. I told him he was in his own bed in his own room in his own home and he was safe, and he sobbed that he wasn’t safe, he wasn’t safe at all. He demanded to touch Nesko’s hair and then cried because he wanted Christmas presents from Santa. He was really out of it. I picked him up and held him and then Nesko took him, and he woke up and was very different, calm, awake. We eased him back down and left.
He woke up again about an hour later, screaming and thrashing. I got him resettled. He woke up again and I dragged myself out of bed, glassess-less, to resettle him again. He woke up again and came into the bedroom to scream at me for having taken something out of his bed (he was unclear what) (I hadn’t taken anything).
So we took him into our bed and he cuddled in and slept like a log all night.
He is very beautiful while he sleeps. I mean, he’s a good looking kid when he’s awake but when he’s asleep in the pearly light of early morning he just looks luminous and still, perfectly carved, the ideal of a child.
He woke up smiling and alert, laughing, cuddly. I asked him how he slept. “Very well!” he said. Did he have any bad dreams? “No, only good dreams!” He was all bouncy exclamation marks. “You woke up crying a few times. What happened?” “I don’t know, but I stopped crying and I’m not crying now! I’m hungry. Can I have some cereal?”
It’s not even 11:00 now and he’s complaining that he’s tired and cranky and needs a nap, in between singing songs about the CTA (namely, the red and brown lines, and how they thunder down the lines). I think he’ll sleep long and hard this afternoon, and hopefully tonight we’ll all get some peace. My head is killing me.
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Date: 2012-12-16 10:07 pm (UTC)Do you think he's heard or seen anything about the horror of Friday? It goes without saying that everyone around him kept it away from him. But with our media saturation, and the saturation of the media about the terrible event, it's hard to prevent anything at all from leaking through.
And how in heck do you explain something like that to a little kid his age that makes any sense that can reassure him -- it's not easy being a parent of any kind, and trying so hard consciously to be as good a parent as you can be -- that's even harder.
Hugs, my dear. You probably need a couple too.
Love, C.
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Date: 2012-12-16 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-17 01:17 am (UTC)You never mentioned what you thought of The Hobbit, btw.
Love, c.
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Date: 2012-12-17 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-17 09:08 pm (UTC)Love, C.
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Date: 2012-12-17 06:20 pm (UTC)