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Dealing With Your Child’s Sleep Issues

Do your children sleep through the night?  Mine didn’t.  In the seven years after my first child was born I don’t think I ever got a full night sleep.

My son was born eight weeks premature.  We were thankful that he only had to spend eight days in the NICU.  Still, as many preemies do, he had multiple issues that made his upbringing different that the average “normal” child.  Sleep, or his inability to, was one of the first and most persistent we encountered.

For the first three years of AJ’s life, we lived with my mother.  She had a large house with plenty of room for all of us.  Letting him cry and scream for half the night wasn’t an issue, except for the fact that no one was getting any sleep.

This was affecting his performance in preschool as he was always falling asleep.  They recommended that AJ be put on medication to help him fall asleep.  At his pediatrician’s suggestion we tried melatonin because we were told it was a substance that was produced naturally by the body.  AJ’s body probably just wasn’t producing enough.  After several weeks on melatonin there was no change at all in his sleep patterns.

His psychiatrist recommended something stronger, a prescription drug. We resisted this.  We were good parents, after all, and would never needlessly medicate our child.  We were horrified at the thought.  Medication was something you took to treat health problems, not behavioral problems.  We decided to go the behavioral route.

We consulted with his pediatrician about this and he told us to let AJ cry himself to sleep.  Easier said than done, by a long shot.

Halfway through his first year of preschool we moved into a basement apartment.  Upstairs lived an obnoxious family; mother, father, annoying ten-ish year old boy.  Think the Dursleys from Harry Potter, both in temperament and appearances.

Every evening, just around AJ’s bedtime, they began a strange ritual shrouded in mystery.  We called it Inbred Ozark Clog Dancing because it sounded exactly like they all happily put on their best Dutch wooden clogs and started step dancing on the tile floor of their kitchen.  Unlike professional dancers however, there was no discernable rhythm to their steps, no method to their madness, just a cacophonous din that sounded a lot like someone rolling bowling balls down a very, very long stairway.  An endless stream of bowling balls bouncing randomly down an endless stairway right above our heads.

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When we would go upstairs and knock on their door and politely ask them to do whatever it was they were doing a little be quitter, they would apologize and then five minutes after we got back to our apartment, they would start up again. Louder.

The landlord was notified.  Warnings were given. The Inbred Ozark Clog Dancing would stop for a few days and then start back up again.  Lather, rinse, repeat.  Finally, the landlord gave them an ultimatum: stop whatever the fuck it was that they were doing or find another place to live.

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As you can imagine, trying to get a two year old child to sleep while maniacal clog dancing mutants rolled an infinite supply of blowing balls down an endless flight of stairs is basically impossible.  We were so relieved when they finally stopped.  We could now try the let-him-cry-himself-to-sleep technique.

The very first night we tried, he cried and screamed for a good 45 minutes before there was a knock at our door.  It was the clan from Deliverance inquiring with faux concern if there was anything wrong with our son.  They knew AJ was “special”, as they put it. We explained the situation and the doctor’s recommendation.  They slunk back upstairs. Thirty minutes later, the police showed up.

There were three officers.  One took me aside, another separately talked to my wife, and the last spoke to our son.  I guess our stories matched up.  After twenty minutes, they left, but not before warning us that we would be getting a visit from Child Protective Services.

The next morning we called AJ’s pediatrician explaining what had happened and asking him to write a letter saying that AJ was on the autism spectrum and that he could yell, scream, and otherwise act out, especially at bedtime.  When CPS showed up later than day, we handed them the letter.  After a call to our pediatrician and AJ’s therapist both of who verified that AJ was in fact ASD, they left us alone.

As for the clog dancing Dursleys, they immediately resumed their maddening ritual while AJ continued to scream and cry until we would let him fall asleep watching TV until 1:00 AM.

We finally agreed to follow the psychiatrist’s recommendation and put our son on clonidine.  The effect was immediate and profound.  The first night we gave it to him, he was fast asleep within thirty minutes.  He got the first full night sleep of his life.  We were literally in tears, so grateful that he was finally able to fall asleep without screaming for hours.


We also felt terrible that we had not listened to the psychiatrist and put him on medication earlier.  We hadn’t done him or ourselves any favors.  Like most people at the time (and today as well), we thought of mental health issues as behavioral problems, not health problems.  We finally understood what AJ’s psychiatrist and therapist had meant when they told us that AJ’s issues were just as much a health issue as diabetes or thyroid problems.  They needed to be treated medically just the same as well.  Just because it is the brain that is affected didn’t make AJ’s problems any less of a health issue.

The proof was in the pudding.  After a week or so of full night sleeping, AJ was alert in preschool and his academic progress was stunning.  Just as importantly, he started to smile more, to laugh a lot, to give us more hugs and kisses than we could ever hope for.  He might not still have been “normal”, but he was a much happier kid than we’d ever known before.

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Jay is a dad, husband, and pet lover. He has a degree in Theater Arts and works as a Unix systems administrator, mainly because he has a degree in Theater Arts. He used to be a single dad, but now he is married to the perfect woman. He has two teenagers, a daughter, and a step-son. He also has an adult son. He shares his home with his wife, kids, an Australian Shepherd, and a bevy of adorable chihuahuas. He is a skeptic and humanist and tries to contribute to spreading rationality by writing about skeptical topics. You can find samples of his writing on his personal blog at Freethinking For Dummies, the JREF blog, and in Skeptical Inquirer magazine.

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  1. Great post. Thank you.

    My kid’s sleep issues are usually handled with melatonin alone, but when they aren’t, yes, she needs her meds. I had the same sleep issues she had as a child, and my parents never dealt with it; not until I was adult and could consult a physician myself did I know what it was not to be half-ill with sleep deprivation my entire life.

  2. My son was also born 8 weeks early too! He actually slept like a preemie — all the time — until his due date when he suddenly started behaving like a normal newborn. We co-slept for quite a while very, very peacefully actually, until he started to roll over, and then I transitioned him to his room and it was a complete nightmare. I really struggled with letting him cry. I think it’s just so tough with your first baby. Eventually at a year old, we did the Ferber method which is apparently sometimes called “gradual extinction.” You put them down awake and then come in every few minutes and encourage them to go to sleep. Took three nights – 15 minutes of crying each night (in total, we came in periodically) — and he slept through the night. With my daughter, I followed Weissbluth/Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child from the beginning, which is helpful because it gives you the developmental milestones for sleep. So you don’t expect a sleep-trained baby at 2 months old. It’s a very gradual process. I’m a huge proponent of sleep training in the first year and the importance of sleep in general for kids. It makes all the difference in the world in their behavior.

    1. Sleep training works with some kids, Jenny. It didn’t work with me — my parents practiced it, all right, in that I was left alone to deal with my sleeplessness no matter what I did — and it didn’t work with my kid.

      I would guess it works with kids who don’t have underlying physical reasons for their sleep problems. But for those who do, no amount of sleep-training will teach them to sleep “normally,” no matter when you do it.

    2. My daughter was born 1.5 weeks late (ugh). I remember, when I was 8 months pregnant, I went to visit the pediatrician for a meet-and-greet, and I said something like, “I hope this baby comes early rather than late!” And she said that babies that are born early (and by “early” she meant 39 weeks–we were not talking about preemies) tend to be fussier until around the date that would’ve been their due date. So, during those horrible last few days, I would tell myself that at least I was only missing out on a fussy baby 😉

      Also, fun fact: my due date was the day that the Boston Marathon bombers were having that epic chase around Watertown, which is just a couple of miles from me! So I was really glad to be late!

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