Posts Tagged ‘sleep’

4
Mar

Melatonin & Pot Pourri

   Posted by: Sandi    in Life

In the strange world of my mind, I have a traffic jam. Jamb?  Something.

Through twitter, I was directed to a summation and then to a website (I follow rabbit trails, remember, and so the journey was rather more involved than this) to WebMD wherein I found an article relating to melatonin.

Melatonin is normally found in abundance in children and young people.  The levels of this chemical in our bodies taper off as we age, which is why it is often recommend to adults as a sleep-aid.  I get that. It has never yet proved efficacious to me, though I did give it the good ol’ college try, so I have mostly ignored it for a while.

Until I read that in many children with autism, there is a definite dearth of melatonin in their systems.

So, a study was performed in which young children with Autism Spectrum Disorder and a sleeping problem were administered melatonin in doses ranging from 3mg to 6mg, increasing as needed. Most children’s sleep was affected positively at (I think) 3.5 to 4.5 mg of melatonin, though some few had a dosage of up to 6mg to make a difference.

Heartened by this, and knowing it takes a while to build up melatonin levels in the body, I bought a bottle of easily-crushable tablets for Builder.  I stirred it in his applesauce and told him it was a sleeping medicine.  He was suspicious, but I showed him before putting it in the applesauce that the melatonin was tasteless and odorless and so he reluctantly tried the stuff.

And he managed to eat all the applesauce.

Now, I am not expecting wonders. I am, truthfully, hoping that he will be able to establish a consistent falling-asleep time (bedtime is already established, if you’ll recall, but he doesn’t SLEEP and I cannot leave him alone to wander the house while *I* sleep) that is before midnight. That’s really all I want.

So far… this is mostly working. He has only once made himself stay up later than midnight.  Mostly, he’s been going to sleep around 11:30.  (I have found that when one is asking the Lord for something, one should be specific. I was. And I am thankful for even an 11:30 shut-eye.)

So that’s going well.  :)

~*~

Otherwise clogging up my mental highways:

~ An Unexpected Man. It is strange, the time it can take me to establish a personality and a place.  I have done ridiculous amounts of research regarding backstory that might never make the novel.  Like always. And I get GREAT ideas for cars and music and ring tones and clothing and have to check with the years they will affect in the story and the personal histories of my characters.  And, too, I am actually WRITING while this is going on, meaning that I have to — gasp — go back and fix things when I found I’ve made an error.

I’m not fond of making errors.

~ Schedules! There are appointments with Dr. K’nex. Hours of home education with Ms. M.  Time with the speech therapist and the occupational therapist.  Then, too, there are other requirements of the day, in the domestic front.  I have spent many years of late without the real need for a Day Runner or its electronic equivalent.  Most of my doings were fairly easy to keep track of in my head.  These days, I am extremely thankful for the calendar on the wall that divides each day into four parts.  My engagements, Spousal Unit’s work schedule, Builder’s appointments, Cyclone’s testing schedule and his working-at-home accomplishments (the kid has to earn money somehow, eh?) In addition to these things, there are my online gigs.  We’ve re-started Windtoss Weyr again (shocking, I know) and I’ve been asked to help judge an original fiction contest (more on that as the details become available) which requires a meeting this EVENING. And I have a book review due Monday which you will see here on my website.

~ Personal reading. Yeah. Well. I have been trying, anyway, to carve time out to do some reading.  I bought a romance novel (Georgette Heyer) and I shall review that, too… I mean. I will when I READ the BOOK.  Sometimes, it is far too easy to forget I’ve purchased a book on my Kindle…

~ GOD. I have been needing to renew my relationship with my Creator and it’s something that I am working on.  *smile* I think everyone needs to take time to examine this most important of relationships, and when is a better time than this Lenten, pre-Easter season?  So, while I am avidly involved in these other parts of my minutes and hours and days, the Lord Almighty is there, reminding me to keep myself always open to communication with him.  A writer whose work I enjoy was killed in a car accident. Completely unexpected.  Friends are seeking their pathway clear to missionary work abroad.  A friend recently lost a family member as well as a close friend, within days of one another.  People are hurting everywhere…but far away from me. All I can do is pray for them. But talking to God, I know that HE, at least, is more than able to comfort and provide for all circumstances.  I am SO GLAD that he’s GOD.

~ Miscellany can be consuming.  I have all these open tabs on my browsers.  Websites to read for research, websites to read for amusement (blogs et al) email. Twitter. Fox News.  Friends’ blogs. I mean… Shells and shards! What am I trying to prove, anyway, right?

Mostly, I’m trying to keep up with folks.  In the most comfortable way for me:  Remote access.

So when I find myself looking at the night sky and wonder where the day has gone, I can take a whiff of the virtual pot pourri of my life.  Not a lot to look at, maybe, at the end of the day. Not a lot to show in a 3-D way for the payment of 20 hours.  Folded laundry.  Well-fed guys.  A word count. Tired fingers. A brain that has to answer “WHAT IF” questions a thousand times a day (which is a topic for another post).  Not a lot, maybe.

But still, I hope the smell is sweet when the day is over. 

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4
Feb

It’s actually kind of sweet.

   Posted by: Sandi    in Autism, Life

Due to Builder’s public safety issues at school, we have put him on Homebound Education through the district for the time being, while he is under medical and psychological treatment.

That all sounds kind of intimidating, doesn’t it?

Today, we went to the psychologist. I’ll call her Dr. K’nex, because she’s got the coolest stuff in her office.   She and I catch up on the latest in the Life and Mind O’Builder before she has time just with him while I wait in the reception area.

What I thought was kind of sweet was that she is concerned for me. *smile* I don’t think I look any more frazzled than normal and I am not pale nor do I have really obvious circles under my eyes today.  She is just concerned that I am with my little Special Needs guy twenty-four seven without a respite. Much. Maybe a few hours in the wee sma’s, but that’s about it.

Thing is, I’ve done this before.  I have. I am convinced that God doesn’t send anything to us without providing the tools with which to handle it.  My life has included much more than my formal education (though that has helped) and I am fully convinced that God is able to pull me through this time, too.

I figure there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.  It’s not an oncoming train.  I feel that this will not go on forever.  Someday, my little guy will be able to better manage his anxiety issues.  Someday, he’ll get back to sleeping in a regular pattern. (Though why he should, when his own mom has a sleep problem, is beyond me.)  Someday, he’ll be back to school at least for part of the day and I will have time to myself again. And Dr. K’nex will not have to be concerned for my mental health as well as my son’s.

But until then, I’m hanging on.  And I’m going to try to get to the movies this weekend.  I was thinking of maybe An Education or The Book of Eli.

Or maybe I’ll just escape with my Kindle and head to the riverbank with some Chinese food with a silent salute to Dr. K’nex.

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13
Jan

Sleep

   Posted by: Sandi    in Uncategorized

When Builder was born, he had a sleep disorder. It stayed with him through the first five years of his life. This affected not only his health, but also mine because who else is going to be up with him at all hours? My husband — an excellent father — had to sleep so he could work effectively. And of course Cyclone — an excellent brother — isn’t the one to be up with little brother.

Out of our entire house, Cyclone gets the best sleep. Thank you, God, for answering his prayer of so many years ago. :)
So while Builder couldn’t sleep well, I didn’t sleep well.

Then, about two years ago, things clicked for him. He started sleeping eight or so hours a night without interruption. It was wonderful. (I didn’t fare so well, but at least I got to rest during those hours when I was awake.)

Last summer, the sleep issues started back up again. Shortly after the aggression problems became a large concern, Builder began having difficulty falling and staying asleep.

It’s not that he won’t go to bed. He’s very good at that. He knows his bedtime and cuddles up with a book or iPod touch or Highlights magazine or his Doodlepad. He doesn’t give us grief about that as a rule. But he can’t fall asleep.

Not without a parent.

Now, we’ve tried different approaches to this, but they aren’t working, so at present, most nights (when my husband has to work the following day) I bring my Kindle or laptop to Builder’s bed and we stay together until he falls asleep.

Often, I doze off first. It isn’t easy, sharing a twin-size mattress with a growing eight-year-old, assorted pillows, blankets and stuffed toys, but we manage somehow. Eventually I wake up. Sometimes, he is still awake and I click on my Kindle again and continue to read. Sometimes, he’s finally asleep and I creep out of his room.

Only to find that he’s in with me and my husband within a few hours. Almost every morning.

We finally set him up a cushion, of sorts, at the foot of our bed, on the floor. A cushion, blanket and pillow. He is too big, I told him, to sleep in bed with his parents, but he can sleep on the floor if he feels he needs to. Just like his big brother did when he was eight.

Of course, Cyclone only did it for a few weeks, and only when he had nightmares. With Builder, it’s a chronic problem.

Something else to discuss with his psychiatrist. When we can get in to see him. In April.

*Shaking my head.* Good thing I have spent 35 years being an insomniac. Otherwise, I’d be a basket case by now.

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