It seems some of the more devious gods were working together. I’ve mentioned a couple of times that I read a blog called Both Hands and a Flashlight and that you should too. The writers, both parents of a child with autism, are fabulous and they often say exactly what I’m feeling, only better. When I first started, they wrote me a personal email with words of support I continue to refer to over a year later. But I digress.
A week or so ago, they wrote a post called, Climbing Out. But I hadn’t read it until yesterday. I even left a comment. My exact comment, dated Sunday August 5 at 3:03pm, reads:
I’m sure you can guess where this is going. At 2:00 in the morning, Jeff and I were awoken to the sound of Moe running down the hallway. Lord have mercy, it scared the crap out of me. You’ve heard the rest of this story from me before, so suffice it to say that it was not a fun night that finally ended with Moe falling asleep in our bed, when he was successfully transferred back to his crib. We had to get up two hours later.
Moe has been getting up a lot at night with such manic energy. He can climb out of his crib, but doesn’t, and I dread the day he decides it’s time. I don’t want to see that manic energy running all over the house at 2 am. No words of advice – just hoping to learn from you on this one.
The answer, we hope, is a crib tent. Unfortunately, no one sells them locally – not even Babies R Us - so I had to order one. It will arrive tomorrow.