My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”
I have always loved The Velveteen Rabbit, to the point where I decorated my baby’s nursery with illustrations from a paperback version I bought expressly for tearing it apart.
“Five more minutes.” This is my older son’s habitual plea as my husband and I…
He’s become quite the Houdini lately with taking off his diapers—despite them being duck-taped for better security. And his most recent escape was from a diaper full of poop. This is why special needs parenting is emotionally and physically exhausting.