One week

A couple of weeks ago, I sat here listening to the small boy across the hall cry.

The next day, I spoke to his teacher, who took a bit of time, but came back to us with some concrete things we could do to help B sleep better.

The most important was to ask him what was bothering him. Right. We hadn't even thought of that.

Too dark.

So, we turned on a light - Claire has been so phenomenal through all of this - never complaining, unless it's really late, and Ben is screaming particularly loud - she just rolls with it, and rolls right over. 

We also put Ben in warmer jammies and tucked his blankets in a little differently, so that it would be harder for him to kick them off.

We were so hopeful. 

So very hopeful.

But we haven't figured it out, quite yet. 

The screaming certainly has lessened. He's waking up once, usually before we're in bed, and we can get him out of bed, awake enough to tell us what's wrong. So, that's improvement, but god-in-heaven-above, what I'd give for a kid who slept all the damn night long.