Jamie came home from school in rather a bad mood. He had been standing up on his bus and trying to take his seatbelt off. He was not in the best of moods. Once we got him into the house he kicked the door and bit his hand at me, did quite a bit of shouting and squealing and then took his coat off. I got him a drink but he threw it back at me. He wanted a dvd on and then once it was on, he wanted another.
This continued through the evening, he wasn't settling and was up and down the stairs and in and out of every room for most of the evening. He refused a bath and kept turning the tap off and taking the plug out. I knew it was a waste of time trying to make him have one so we left the bath for that night.
Anyway, 10pm is the time I usually give him his melatonin capsule - a tablet to help make him sleep. He has been taking a liquid form but we are back to the tablets as the liquid didn't work. He had his teeth brushed, pyjamas on and he knows his routine but he decided he wanted to lay in our bed instead. He knows he isn't allowed to sleep there but he still tries his luck. My husband put him back into his own bed but he wouldn't lay down, so he read him a book. Jamie grabbed the book and threw it at the wall. He then settled under his duvet and wrapped himself up, Jeff sat beside him, in the dark and waited for him to settle.
All was quiet and then Jamie suddenly jumped up and grabbed his dad's neck. He then started to bite his hand and headbutt his pillows. He gets quite angry and then attacks himself. This can include scratching his own tummy, legs and arms and also attacking whoever is next to him (usually poor Jeff). Jeff asked Jamie if he wanted the toilet and Jamie got out of bed and sat on the toilet but he just scratched us if we asked him to get back up. About five minutes later, he got back in his bad and started to pick at his teeth, when he does this, you know you are in for a long night.
1am came and he was still awake so I tried to go to bed as I had work in the morning. I woke at 3 to hear giggling and Jamie and Jeff were still sat there in the dark. Poor Jeff, I swapped with him and got in bed with Jamie. I stroked his face to calm to help him but he just wanted to poke my eyes and pull my hair. I turned my back on him and then he started to scratch at my back. I felt him climb over me and suddenly, the light was on. It is a golden rule not to take him downstairs before 5 am so I tried to read him a book, knowing it was useless to try to make him sleep but he started wanting dvds and became upset when I refused. Jeff came back into the room at 5am and told me to go to bed and they went downstairs. Jamie was very happy to go down and was squealing with pleasure.
I went to bed and fell asleep until my alarm went off at 6.45. We took Jamie to be showered and he was still full of energy. When his bus arrived at 8.15 am I was relieved. We struggled to get him on it but boy was I glad to see him go. I was half alseep all day and poor Jeff looked like a zombie. My daughter said she was sleeping at her sisters all week, I don't blame her! He came home that night full of energy again and didn't look tired at all. And so it begins again. Let's hope he sleeps better tonight. I won't hold my breath.
I ran out of capsules and asked my community nurse for a new prescription. On taking it to the chemist, I found she had prescribed tablets instead of capsules. Little things like this really add to your stresses. I was back to square one, ringing to request a change of prescription for a simple mistake.
Maybe the prescriber has been deprived of sleep too, you never know.
I am back off to the chemist now to buy some eyedrops for my tired eyes. I will probably fall asleep at the wheel one day!