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“Ma, I don’t think Chezky slept much last night. He was still up when I went to bed.”
Ouch. It was six a.m., and I hadn’t had my coffee yet. My brain struggled to compute this info. It did not sound good. My oldest daughter goes to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, so if Chezky was still up then….
I went to the (always locked) cabinet where we keep Chezky’s meds. Since he was young, he was never able to fall asleep on his own, and we’d traveled the path from melatonin to other meds, finally finding a mild anti-depressant that did the trick.
Had I forgotten to give him his medicine last night? That would explain the insomnia. But no, Tuesday night’s box was empty. I walked down the hall to his room, sure I’d find him conked out from an all-nighter.
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