FLASHBACK!!!

Tony and I are both suffering PTSD flashbacks to when John was a baby. The steroid he is on is whacking him out! He is MANIC during the day, and inconsolable at night! He is even more constantly in motion than ever, and any time he gets upset, he gets REALLY UPSET. Think Bruce Banner-Incredible Hulk...

Last night, we got him down about 8pm (late because we went out for birthday dinner with our friends), and he woke up at 9:30 and was not going to go back to sleep. We relented at 10:15 and went in there, and he cried for 30 minutes, telling us he wanted Daddy, he wanted to go downstairs, he wanted to watch Bob.
We took him downstairs, and he told Tony he wanted to go over there, then over there, and just cried, cried, cried. We could tell he was worn out (also because he cried through his afternoon nap), but would not or could not relax enough to go to sleep. So we turned out all the lights downstairs, and Tony started making laps through the kitchen and dog den. I laid on the futon watching them go by. That's what started the flashbacks. That seemed to calm John down a little, but he still couldn't really sleep.
Then we asked John if he might sleep in "the big bed" and he said "Yes," we put him and Tony to bed in the big bed. He dropped right off, and I left them to sleep in the guest room (more flashbacks).

When I wake up at 3:45, they are asleep in the big recliner in the dog den, John on Tony's chest (more flashbacks). I go back to bed, Tony sticks it out until 8:15am (he is a valiant man), and wakes me so that he can sleep.

Whew! We will definitely think twice, thrice or even quadice before putting him on a steroid again. Tony and I agreed today that we were very thankful that Nurse Susan had warned us. She said, "If he's hyper, he might be even more hyper. If he's aggressive, he might be even more aggressive." If we hadn't heard that, I know we would have made a trip to the emergency room last night! (even more flashbacks!)

So right now, the little angel is sleeping, he was SOOOO tired. Tony is off to give his last final exam, and I am frantically trying to take care of household tasks and work-work in these precious minutes. I have some qualms about sending him to the Growing Place tomorrow while he is so manic, but unless he's got a fever tomorrow morning, I think we're going to pack him off!!! We are also very thankful he's only on this steroid for 3 days!

Whew.