Bedtime in the ODD household used to be absolute hell. And by hell, I mean hell. Yelling, screaming, crying, throwing things, door slamming, you name it. For one thing, Bear would be tired, so his aggression would skyrocket. He also had problems falling asleep, which is a classic ADHD symptom. Then we discovered ADHD meds, which helped with the aggression, and melatonin, which made him sleepy. Those changed bedtime for what we hoped was forever.
Then along came last week, or maybe the week before, and suddenly all Bear's sleep issues resurfaced with a vengence. The melatonin stopped working, and suddenly he wasn't falling asleep until 3 a.m...or 4 a.m...or 5 a.m. He wasn't even yawning! (I've noticed he rarely yawns, which is something I'll be talking to the doctor about. Maybe it's a sign of something.) He didn't go to school for a week and a half because you can't send a child to school on 2 hours of sleep. Night after night we went through this. In addition to not sleeping, he was also wildly hyper and dangerously aggressive at night. Once Bear's meds have worn off, he's a different boy altogether.
Then the other night I clued into the fact that getting him to bed at 4 a.m. wasn't any easier than trying to get him into bed at 9 p.m. He'd cry. He'd scream. He'd slam his door. He'd throw things at me. He'd pound on our bedroom door to try to wake up The ODD Dad. He'd scream outside Stitch's room to try to wake him up. Except this was at 4 a.m., and Mommy was exhausted. Eventually he'd wear himself out and I'd go in and snuggle him while he cried himself to sleep. After three or four nights of the 4 a.m. game I started to see if I could move bedtime up. What if I provoked him into meltdown at 2:00 a.m...would he exhaust himself and fall asleep? Yup. What about midnight? Yup. Except now he's figured out what Mommy's doing, and he's devastated. Mommy's making him cry on purpose, and so rather than flying into a rage that he's locked in his room (because I actually have to lock him in), he sobs. He sits against his door and crying his little heart out, sobbing "let me out...Mommy...let me out...I want Mommy...I want my Momma..."
And it's killing me.
Note: We have an appointment with Bear's specialist on Tuesday, and I'm praying that we can get something to help him sleep.