Last night was a challenge once again because Emmett wasn’t tolerating a blanket. Everything has to be just so, in order for him to be comfortable enough to fall asleep.
I’m going to be brutally honest here. I didn’t even dick around with trying for extended periods of time to help him work through this.
At this point in time, it’s more important that we all get some sleep, rather than worrying about the means in which we obtain it.
Like I said, there was no dicking around. I went straight for what we knew ow works and works rather quickly. That approach is as simple as snuggling and singing him to sleep in our bed. For whatever reason, it’s helping him fall asleep.
He used Lizze’s super soft blankets but still had a very difficult time getting comfortable.
At one point, I was holding the blankets above his skin. It was like he was sleeping in a tent or something. The blanket sorta kept him warm without making physical contact.
No sooner did I get him comfortable, Elliott comes into the room sobbing. He struggles with pervasive thinking and tonight he was stuck on missing his cat Greysha. She’s a feral kitten rescue a few years back, but she never adjusted to people and began ruthlessly attacking our other cat we’ve had for a dozen years or so.
Greysha was taken to a family farm where she’s much happier away from people.
It’s been months, but he misses her and couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I simply scooted over a bit and became sandwiched between both kids, neither of whom were sleeping. They both eventually fell asleep and we were able to move them back to their beds before we went to bed.
Frankly, I’m exhausted just recounting the events.
We’ve got to come up with a better way, because school starts in less than two weeks.