Saturday, January 26, 2013


As a qualified physician pointed out to me, I am sick. As it turns out, he was right. One of the benefits of being this sick is that I don't sleep at night. Or during the day. I'd love to tell you that being up in the night has its perks, but that would be stretching things. I suppose it feels slightly less jarring when your baby wakes in the night if you are already awake. Last night was my fourth or fifth (I'm losing track)  consecutive night of barely any sleep. Lauren did indeed wake up, as she has several times recently. You see, she is sick too. I feel sorry for her. I hope she will not get as sick as I am, but I don't know what her odds are of avoiding it.

Sleepless nights may not have any perks, but they can certainly be educational. Let's take Thursday night, for an example. Much of the night is a blur. I know I went to bed before 11 p.m. and was still awake at 1:30 a.m. I know that Lauren got up at 3:15 and it took half an hour to feed her and get her settled again. But the real eye opener happened at 4:29 a.m.  I was still not really sleeping, which is perhaps why I even noticed what I noticed. I heard a sound. That sounds a lot better than saying I heard voices. Maybe I heard both. I told Mike I was pretty sure somebody was watching TV. In his mercy for my ridiculous sick state, he got up to deal with it. Indeed, Cody was up and though he was not watching TV, he certainly was playing on the play station. At 4:29 a.m. He is six, by the way. I was so angry. Mike got him back to bed and came back to bed himself. About twenty minutes later I heard Cody in the kitchen making himself some breakfast. I dragged myself out of bed and did my whisper yell. You know what I'm talking about. It went a little something like this: "Do you have ANY idea what time it is? It's the MIDDLE of the NIGHT! Now you go back to bed RIGHT now and don't you EVER do this EVER again. EVER!" I could have easily added the cliche "That hurt me a lot more than it hurt you", because whispering, talking, swallowing is incredibly painful for me right now. And it is not improving. In fact, I may even be going to the doctor today even though it is Saturday, because I cannot stand this any longer.

Anyway, Cody was a bag when we woke him up at 7 a.m. to get ready for school. It made me wonder, how often does he get up in the middle of the night and stay up until it's time for school? The irony? We bought him a projection alarm clock last Christmas to avoid just this problem. It's a little rocket and it projects the time and a little space-related picture on the ceiling, like a moon, stars...etc. The only problem is, they broke it within about a week of having it. Big shock there. That's what they do. Every single time. Sometimes it feels like there are just no options left for us. Last night at supper I told Cody if he ever gets up in the morning and he is the only one awake he is to look at the clock on the oven or the microwave and if the first number is lower than 6 he is to march his butt straight back to bed and go to sleep again. He is allowed to make breakfast (pour cereal) if it says 6 or 7, but anything else is unacceptable. I guess we will see how that goes.

And now Lauren is up again, so I must feed her and get ready to go to another doctor. Let's see what this one will say. Bye for now.

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