About 30 minutes later he came to me saying, “Mom, I need some help.”
When I asked what was wrong and if he could describe what he was feeling, he explained that he didn’t feel right and couldn’t figure out what was wrong. When I asked if he was still upset about the kite, he said, not at all, he didn’t care about the kite anymore. From there I was able to convince him to take his medication and he used his headphones to distract his brain while he waited for the melatonin to take affect.
I was so relieved to see that sleep finally took over and he could leave this spell of yuck and I was even more proud to see him asking for help when he needed it.