With Sawyer, it's hard to tell when he doesn't feel well. Clearly, being nonverbal, he's not going to tell you what hurts or even when it hurts. He simply can't. But there are other signs.
Sleep. Typically, he's a light sleeper. Eight to 10 hours a day is more than enough most days. No naps, always an early riser. Yesterday he went to bed at 4 in the afternoon and didn't get up until after 8 this morning. And even then, he was perfectly happy to curl up with me in bed for a while. That's not my Sawyer.
Calm. My son is neither still nor silent. Ever. He's in constant motion and, of late, constant jabber. He's had moments of that the past few days, where he dances and plays and jabbers, but on the whole, he's been far too calm. There are too many moments of sitting on the couch, of laying in the floor or of simply not moving at all. That's not my Sawyer.
Food. He loves to eat. Clearly, he's the heavier twin (by all of two pounds, I know). He can be picky like his brother, but he can put away what he does like. Today, since he was munching on crackers and drinking juice again, I stopped at McDonald's to try to entice him to actually eat something for the first time in over two days. Healthy, I know. He took one bite of a french fry and passed. He did eat two or three nuggets, but he usually eats six or seven. Pass on the red soda, which he usually loves. That's not my Sawyer, either.
So, lots of sleeping, lots of stillness and quiet, and not nearly enough eating or drinking. Those are the signs. And unfortunately, he still has all of them. He's currently still sleeping, since about 2 this afternoon, with no signs of having moved in the slightest or any intentions of waking up any time soon.
Poor little guy.
