Our youngest son was not a fan of sleeping. If you have been following along, you know I, on the other hand, am good at sleeping. Not so good at waking up. Especially when sleep has been withheld – for several years. Our youngest was a happy, investigative, child on the go. At the two month visit with the doctor I mentioned that Jason was not a sleeper. When he woke up in the night for a feeding he did not want to go back to sleep. He wanted to stay up and play. The doctor suggested I give him a bottle of water and leave the room. The object was to reduce as much stimulation as possible. I was pretty sure I was not the one causing the stimulation, but I was willing to try anything. That worked the first night. The second night our son looked at the bottle and tossed it back at me as if to say, ‘Let’s play!’

At the six month visit the doctor asked, “is he rolling over and sitting up?” My response was, “Yes and he’s walking.” Then, as if on cue, my little baby stood up and walked across the exam room floor. The doctor remarked how precocious that was. Precocious? It’s a nightmare! Did I mention he doesn’t sleep? He didn’t nap. He never took a break! And I was a total mess.

It was particularly difficult when daddy was out of town. My husband was going to be out of the country for five days. Jason was 3 years old. It was the end of a very long third day without Daddy coming home in the evening. I was hoping my son would go to bed at a reasonable time. After all, he had not had a nap all day. By midnight I was at my wits end. 

I took everything that could possibly be of any danger out of my son’s room. The only things left were his bed, a dresser, a radio and a few books. I then took a screw driver and turned the handle around on his door. I told him that he could read and listen to the radio, but he must not come out of his room. I kissed him goodnight, left the room and locked my son in his room. 

I got my pillow and a blanket and laid down in the hall outside his room. All was quiet. I was just fading off to sleep. The door opened. Crying, I asked how he got the door unlocked. My talented, wide awake son held up a penny. I have no idea where he found a penny and I don’t remember falling asleep. I do remember waking up the next morning in my bed. My son happily sitting beside me playing with a toy car.