July 31st is also the last morning he woke up in his own room. Excessive Googling, and finding out there is something called SUDEP, which is basically SIDS for people with Epilepsy, brought him into our bed, and won't allow him to leave.
I won't allow him to leave.
Last night, as my husband, B, and I were vying for room in our bed (alongside our 65 lb dog), B started crying and told us he just wanted to sleep in his own room. He said it a few times, frustrated and teary-eyed, and only one word escaped my mouth.
When my kids sleep in our bed, I wake up at the slightest movement. It's a good thing when you want to know if your kid starts seizing beside you, and a bad thing if you ever want to feel well rested. I just can't bring myself to let B sleep in his own room again, alone, because what if...
There are (expensive) seizure monitors on the market, and I honestly thought we'd have one by now. Mostly because my husband isn't a fan of sharing bed space with a child who rarely stops moving all night. But, it's a lot of money, and easier to just keep B in our bed. Even with a monitor, I don't trust anything as much as I trust myself. I wouldn't feel comfortable without B beside me at night. I like having him close, within my reach.
But, he's 7, and the novelty of sleeping in our bed has worn off for him. It's been a long time since he's spent a night in his own room, and he's always been a kid who preferred his own bed over sharing one with us. Even as an infant, when I wanted to co-sleep, he preferred his crib. We actually moved his crib into our room so he would still be with us, even though he didn't share our bed (yes, we were those crazy AP parents.)
But moving his bed into our room now just isn't an option, and, yes, would be over the top. I just don't know how to let go, or ever feel comfortable letting him sleep alone. Even if we did have a $600 seizure monitor hooked up to his bed, it's not the same as having him with me. I know he can't sleep with us forever, but, well, I want him to sleep with us forever.
I am not sure what to do. I hate that B is so upset over having to stay in our room. I know how much he loves his own bedroom, and I know he doesn't understand why I'm scared to let him sleep alone (nor do I want to share my reasons, because he doesn't need to worry about such things.)
I know B hasn't had a visible seizure since August 19th, but that means nothing to a worried mother. Nothing. It also doesn't mean he won't ever have one again, especially if he has a growth spurt, or gets sick, or anything else happens that makes his medication a bit less effective. It also doesn't mean he can't have a random breakthrough event. Epilepsy is a mystery. We have no idea why B started having seizures, and not having a cause just makes it a lot scarier. For me, at least.
Seeing your child have a Grand Mal seizure is not something I would wish on my worst enemy. Those scenes are with me forever, as is the feeling I had the first time, when I honestly thought B was dying. It's nothing like you see on TV. It's 1000 times worse. It's not comforting when the doctors tell you they can't pinpoint where the seizures are starting, and that they seem to be coming from everywhere. It's not comforting to know your child's medication might soon be changing, because of how it's affecting his organs. I can barely send B to school without a panic attack, so imagine how difficult it is for me to even think about letting him sleep alone.
I know B deserves a normal life. I know he should be able to sleep in his own bed. I don't want him to be sad, or feel different, and I wish my anxieties didn't get the best of me. It's just a scary thing, letting go. I need to find a way to do it so that we are both happy, or else I'll just end up sleeping in his tiny, Ikea bed with him, and that's not ideal, either.