View from Daddy M
It has been almost a month since Little Lou had started school.
As expected , going to school was not an easy task for the little boy. Since birth, he has not been separated from someone he is not familiar with till the start of school this year. It was a big step for him to be in a class of 10 unfamiliar faces and not be the centre of attention. ( I guess the situation should apply to the 9 other kids)
He did not take this change very well. He had shown since the initial orientation that he is going to be a tough cookie. During the first 2 weeks, he was still oblivious to the school uniform and did not resist when it was put on. Now familiarity breeds contempt ; the only way to make him wear it is when he is still in slumberland.
Recently to say things got a little worse is an understatement . He started to have nightmares in the middle of the night. Not the "one time wake up - sayang - and got to sleep" kind, but the one that haunts you throughout the night. When he was a tiny baby he was screaming his lungs out for milk every 3 to 4 hours... this time round it is every 30 minutes!
It pains even the most stonewalled heart.
His dreams are consistent.
They are as follows
- "I dont' want to go school "shouting match
- "I don't want to change" struggle
- "I want to go out of the room" sleepwalking
- All these followed with inconsolable sobbing.
The interrupted sleep drains even the most steadfast parent. Almost every other day, I would need 3 coffees to keep awake along with a 15 to 30 mins zone out session at work.
In this epic struggle, the little boy succumbed to the lack of sleep and had a fever. For better of worse, it allowed him to have a few days break from school. Hopefully he would not use this as an excuse for not going school when he is better.
We hate to see the little boy struggle and looking all dejected. It breaks our heart that when he pleads his cause. We can only pray that in time he would adjust. The last time round, his elder brother took a year and a change of school to get 'normal'. This time round, we are prepared to stand our grounds and defend the madness. It could be a year or even two or more, but we will not cave.
Hopefully one day you would turn around with a big smile and tell Mommy and Daddy
"I want to go school, I miss school."
Words we will patiently wait for you to recite.
Till that day comes, the battle continues...