I felt really bad for Jack. As soon as I got him into his car seat, he chilled out and stopped crying. He knew he was going home. I had that dull ache just knowing that something upset my boy, but I had no way to know exactly what had happened. Since he struggles with communication and cannot exactly tell us what is wrong, it is almost always a guessing game. These teachers have only known Jack a couple months and they are going off their limited knowledge of Jack, so that adds an extra layer of the unknown. We are only as good as our guesses when it comes to Jack.
A couple hours later, Jon got a call from the head teacher, wondering if Jack was OK. My first reaction when I heard was "oh no. It must have been really bad to get a phone call." I guess Jack had been crying for quite some time at school. Jon explained to her that Jack had just come off of the daylight savings time change and like most young kids, didn't get the memo - this whole concept of an extra hour of sleep. He was probably tired, first and foremost. They chatted a bit more.
I really do think that exhaustion was the reason for Jack's mood that day. But part of me will always wonder what I am missing because of this communication gap. Will I ever be able to catch these things?
More and more, I am praying for Jack's protection, specifically because he is so vulnerable. Oh this world of parenting a child like Jack! Even though we are three years out from our NICU journey, I still spend a lot of time in this quiet, hyper-awareness of what could/can possibly go wrong.