Okay, one thing Jase & I have found necessary in our lives is that even when something very unpleasant is put into your life to deal with, you have GOT to have a good sense of humor to handle it all. Find the funny perspective... it makes sleep more possible.
I'd like to say, there was an extremely UNpleasant nighttime experience Jase had 2 months and 2 days ago. Ever since, we have had to focus more-so on how he reacts to his medicines and what his sleep is like. Enjoyable, not stressful stories MUST be enjoyed so we know, it'll all be fine.
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Last night, Jase waited until I returned from driving the kids to their youth activities at church before he took his sleeping pills and such. For me, that was the first time I'd stopped moving all day, so I wasn't exactly watching the clock. This is something we've become rather used to needing to do, because the new pill combo tends to kick in rather quickly, and getting to Jase to bed can be, well, rather humorous as he bounces off the walls refusing me to help him keep his balance... or even crawling because he can't stand up and stay standing (that's the big one we try to avoid).
So - I found this something I absolutely NEEDed to keep a memory of, so for the kids, I'll put here what I entered in my journal.
"Jason and I were watching random stuff on T.V., when I realized it was 9:20, and WAYYY too much time had past since he had taken his bedtime pills. NOT a good thing since the longer he waits, the less his ability to WALK. I made sure he got to the bedroom, and he went in to use the bathroom. I turned on the lamp by his bed - a blue light so it's not so harsh on sleepy eyes - and folded down the covers, so he wouldn't get tangled and end up untucking them ALL, leaving me NONE. Then I went back to the living room. He's been FINE for weeks now, at settling into bed. It never crossed my mind to check on him. I watched a part of an interview, and some stuff on TLC (just LOVE Jon & Kate plus 8), then got distracted catching up on blogs. (our phone & internet were OUT for most of 3 days -- all better now :o).
I came in, about 10 minutes before sitting to write this (remember, this was my journal entry last night.)
---- Uhm, uh-oh. Gosh, where the HECK is Jason??? Back in the bathroom maybe? You see, I saw the blue light STILL on. Okay, maybe he was SO tired he didn't think to turn it off. That's when I realized -The covers are the SAME way I left them. . . . Did he fall asleep in the bathroom? maybe? I turned on my bedside lamp so I could actually see, but it's not as bright as the overhead light so as not to scare the crap out of Jason, when & WHERE ever I managed to find him. I walked into the changing area that leads to our bathroom or walk-in closet. THAT is when I saw Jason's fleece blanket on the floor poking out from the doorway of the closet. I did NOT see Jason in the bathroom, so I turned on THAT light for additional indirect light.
Low and behold - WHAT do I see, but Jason all comfy and content, curled up sleeping on the close floor.
(this is our re-enactment photo so as to let you all get a better feel for what it is I saw...only with WAY less lighting)
I don't know WHY, but I do know that the pillow and blanket had been in the corner of the bedroom - by the bed - earlier. Why get them and then go BACK to go to sleep on the closet floor?
(as is now habit, I approached with caution, not knowing if this is his safe zone, or occurred out of wacky weird dreams.)
When I was getting Jason to wake up enough to go to BED, I asked him what he was doing in the closet. He said, "I was doing what you told me. Didn't you put me to bed in the closet?" "No, dear." "Oh, well, why am I here then?" "I dunno Jason. Let's get you to bed. It's much more comfy." he grunted, sort of nodded his head, and easily complied.
:o) I love him SO much, and we've had a good laugh about the closet. Truthfully, I won't be shocked to find him there again sometime. Once he gained some degree of alertness today, we figured possibilities why it was a comfy spot. First, many times in Iraq, he slept on floors in peoples homes. Also he just LOVES cold sheets and the air straight out of the air vent. You see, the closet has wonderfully cool wooden floors, and his pillow was planted RIGHT on top of the air vent on the closet floor, maintaining that comfort zone. He was all curled up in the fleece blanket I made for him that he always uses to relax when he's feeling exceptionally stressed, AND there wasn't a cricket to be heard in there (one of thee MOST irritating sounds to him is that lone chirp in the quiet night.) So really, it WAS the perfect spot to sleep. And we're just happy it was a funny kind of odd thing, not a scary combat zone thing. (I've had enough of those bedtime events to last me a while.)
Again -- enjoy a healthy sense of humor, or any and everything will be a struggle and a worry. I've got enough going on, I don't need horrid wrinkles to top it all off.