We’re not doing a whole heck of a lot of sleeping around here. This morning, at 4:30 a.m. as I tried to soothe John back to sleep by bringing him into bed with us, I wondered what might be going on with him. Despite the fact that many kids on the spectrum have sleep issues, we have been doubly blessed in that department. Both boys sleep straight through the night and have since they were nine weeks old. I’ve felt guilty about it (not really, I would’ve gone insane if it weren’t this way!), but now I’m afraid we’re making up for it. The last three nights, John has “talked” loud and long — hours after being put to bed. Then at 4:30 he awakes (loudly), and is almost hyper with energy.
I cradled him against my side in a futile attempt at coaxing him back to slumber. In the dark I could see him guide his hands up close to his eyes, his thumbs and forefingers pressed tightly together to make rapid, flicking motions with them — almost as if he were snapping. I don’t know if this is something that bothers him, if he’s driven to do it, if he’s tired of doing it. All I know is that my little boy, who has always slept 10-12 hours a night is not. And if he’s my son, he’s dragging like Mommy is right now.