Zack screamed and cried for a bottle for a little over an hour and a half last night. He wailed, he was hysterical. Mark and I took turns dealing with him and he did drink from a regular cup for a little bit, but he was out of his mind with anxiety. Around 8:30, a full hour and a half after nighttime-medicine time, it dawns on me that I forgot to give him his Clonidine. I just .... forgot somehow, at 7 when I gave the boys their other medications. Zack had wanted lots of applesauce and I figured he was thirsty and applesauce is kind of watery. And I was beginning to worry about the fact that he hadn't peed since the middle of the afternoon. Only about 3 hours, but I was starting to think about that.
But this morning he was up before 5:30, asking for a bottle, and I woke up with a jackhammer pounding in my head. Way too little sleep for him last night. I anticipate a rough day. There's no school today, no therapy, he's with us all day with no breaks. I'm not sure we're going to make it without bottles today.
Connecting, 30 years later.
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