Last night was a milestone of sorts for Hope. Even though she is on powerful sleep meds (clonadine and risperidone) that have always knocked her out, she did not sleep. She didn’t rage. She didn’t attack me. She spent most of the night crying inconsolably. No words. No eye contact. Holding her didn’t help. Soft nothings didn’t help. Bringing her to bed with me didn’t help. It was as if I wasn’t there. It is six thirty in the morning. I haven’t closed my eyes. Hope’s cries have subsided to moaning and whimpering.
I have never seen this from Hope and have no idea what it means.