Today, I am tired.
Today I am more tired than usual.
I made the mistake of having one too many glasses of wine earlier this week at an important work dinner with my wife, and I am still feeling the weight of it three days later.
That night we went out, we had our old nanny over to watch them sleep while we went out to dinner. We stuck to our routine because without it, they would be lost. No one would sleep. The disruption could set them off for a full week. That’s a full week of patience, and understanding, and grace that I don’t know I could muster this week as we worked to reset them.
But this was a big night for my wife. The kind of night she waits a decade of hard work, hard physical labor, and long late evenings of extra work after those long days of physical labor, to get to. This was the biggest kind of work night she has had since we have met. So for that, you interrupt routine, at all costs.
We made a late dinner reservation, asking two of her employees to meet us for a later evening than they most likely wished to do on a Monday night. We went through the normal bedtime routine with the kids but pushed in 25 minutes earlier than we usually do. Our old nanny was helping, and although they adore her, it’s different. It’s a blip of difference which can be just enough to cause concern, or throw them off. But they did great, and we got them to bed, and headed out to dinner.
We got home after a really fantastic night, and made it to sleep around 3 hours later than I normally catch shut eye. I could have guessed Jack would sleep walk that night. I almost kicked myself for not staying up just a little longer so I could catch him and put him back to bed.
I was asleep for 20 minutes when I heard the loud thud if his feet as he walked to our room. My body knew to kick into action despite my exhaustion, and I worked quickly to get him back to bed with as little disturbance as possible.
He did this 2 more times that night.
Jack suffers from sleep apnea, and has since he was two years-old, just after we learned about the diagnosis and everything that comes with it. We tried everything to help him sleep through the night, and even had him lined up for a sleep study with a neurologist - but thinking about how taking my three year old autistic son who is scared of even thinking about going to the doctor, to stay in a hotel room, hooked up to all sorts of wires and deal with being observed all night - made me anxious beyond belief. So, when Jack sleepwalks, he walks past our windy staircase, and into our room to my side of the bed. His eyes are shut, and he is merely moving while asleep.
I can say from experience that he doesn’t remember any of it, because I slept walk for a very long time as a kid. For me, it usually happened when I was stressed or anxious. It breaks my heart to think that my little boy is so stressed or anxious that he’s sleep walking on a nightly basis. But the most important part of being there for someone who is sleep walking is to not disturb them, so I think I’ve trained myself to sleep while on alert for over two years now, which means my body never really rests.
What’s difficult about when Jack sleep walks so many times in one night, is that it becomes a pattern he has trouble undoing. It’s almost as if it gets worst unless you provide routine to remind him it’s ok. With Jack, it’s like his “lines” are emotional lines… emotional repetition of pictures that make him feel safe and secure, in the comparable way to that Luca or your typical autistic child has to line up their toys to sooth themselves. Hard to explain, yet completely the only way that makes sense in my head.
The next morning I medicated with too many cappuccinos. Pushed through the day until we made it to bed time, and the kids got to reset again. We made sure to keep bedtime routine calm, and positive, and very nonchalant, not over stressing that we were paying attention to trying to get the routine right.
But Jack slept walk 2 more times that night. Which meant my body reacted to alert wake-up interruptions two more times… simply because we broke routine earlier in the week.
And then last night, after another intentionally routinely evening, we finally began to reset Jack, and he only slept walk once.
So today, after a long running stretch of no sleep this week, as I near the end of the work week and look towards Friday, a video came across my social media feed that was exactly what I needed to hear. A fellow autistic parent acknowledge a time that was nearly impossible to push through, and the grace she found in the nearly impossible.
When I’m tired, this kind of tired, I start to wonder if it will always be like this. I should not be complaining, as the weeks when Luca is off in the middle of the night, he will wake up and be in capable of going back to sleep for a minimum of three hours, typically causing me to be up from 1am - 4am, if not later, before I can reset him for a nap before school, so there have definitely been harder weeks of exhaustion that I’ve survived. But when I’m tired, I’m not at my best. And there are days, where I’m worst than not just at my best. There are days that I question if this will always be my life. If my body will actually ever be able to rest again. If my wife and I will ever be able to just leave our children with a sitter, whether it be family member or hired help, and relax for a few hours, not worrying about what kind of repercussions interrupting the kids routine will create.
But then I think about what Jenn Jordan said in this video that brought me to tears.
She said that a time that she felt at her worst, she turned into an invitation.. an invitation to love unconditionally- meaning WITHOUT CONDITION. As a parent, how can I hold it against my child that he’s so anxious that he sleeps unsettled each night, despite that it means today I’m tired, and so tired that I’m not at my best? Oh, how grateful I am, to have gotten this invitation today, when I needed it most.
It’s a really fantastic talk. If you have a moment, feel free to watch. She’s simply lovely.
So when we put the boys to bed tonight, we were extra patient, extra playful, and extra present. We tried harder than we normal do. We used quiet and calm voices, and didn’t rush trying to get the kids to sleep so that we could go to sleep.
Jack was the last to fall asleep, and in his typical fashion, he asked Mama (Steph) to read to him, and for Mommy (me) to cuddle him, as he likes to hold my hand while he falls asleep. After he finally let his eyes rest, and his breathing became steady, Steph and I looked at each other, tearful, smiling, while we took the moment to be present in how awesome he was, and how blessed we were for moments like that.
My advice to other parents out there, working to be the best they can for their kids, is to take every invitation you are given to give that love without condition. And like this incredible woman I’ve just discovered, Jenn Jordan, be willing to laugh when it’s hard, be real when it feels impossible, find grace in the moments it takes to push through, and then - keep doing it, over and over again.