And his name is....

First off, I am giving myself the shits referring to Louis as L. His name is Louis. I honestly don't think that his safety is in jeopardy by typing his name. There....exhale.

Anyhoo....

I have a doozy of a headache tonight. Been shedding a few tears for Christchurch. For a beautiful city and all her people. Which leads me to think of a friend slowly reaching the end of a long and difficult illness. Then of course....all sadness leads back to Henry. So a few tears.

Louis is having a lot of nightmares. Pretty much every night. He was crying tonight before sleep. He said "my bed scares me. It wakes me up". From further deciphering I understand that he is scared of having more nightmares.

I don't know what else to do. We have talked about it. I have done social stories. He knows that when he yells for us, we come. But I understand. I remember being terrified of sleep too. Of course, I used to torture myself with horror films. Louis' nightmares are more along the lines of "roosters wetting the letterbox". Fucking roosters.

I will contact the homoeopath again. These remedies often help ease Louis' anxiety for a while. Still trying to get my head around the idea of Louis having pharmaceutical medication. I will try everything else first but will not let his anxiety get out of hand.

Cheers