I remember like it was just yesterday, when my son would keep me up
throughout the night and I wished and prayed (and voodooed and cursed)
that he would just sleep through the night just once. That day came and
I've never had to look back. Until the night before last. Apparently, my son's
internal clock went off at 12:34am and he was up with screams more
violent than those from a horror movie, he let me know that he was not
happy. So, like every good mother I covered my head and tried
convincing myself that I was dreaming.
But the guilt got the better of me.
So
up I hop to go cuddle and rock my little 2 year old boy, who upon
entering the room somehow transformed into the most vapid, angry little
thing I have ever seen. Sleeping was not what he wanted to do and he
didn't want anyone within ear shot to do it either.
4:15 rolls
around and I find myself downstairs on the couch with little angry
thing laying on me softly snoozing. It was a blur of sleepy in's and
out's before then. I remember walking downstairs after trying for hours
to comfort him in the rocking chair. Or was that before or after taking
him to our bedroom only to have little feet kick me in every spot
imaginable while hearing a small voice ring out "no sleep mommy" just
before getting slapped in the nose.
I pulled the blanket up over
us both and at 6am he was wide awake and mad as hell. Or was that me?
Yeah, we both were. I think I cried almost as much as he did. What
possessed him not to sleep? I called his grandfather to see how he did
yesterday and he only took a 40 minute nap in the afternoon.
I was terrified to go home and face the possibility that I may go through
this again. It's like a night terror that is more frightening
to think about than to actually experience, it's the anticipation of
the agony that may or may not arrive at any given moment.
It's
the lack of sleep that causes me to be so ridiculously dramatic. Is it
still considered bad form to add a little Crown Royal to the bottle?
Well, a day later, I've gotten a good night's sleep, as did my son and I'm here to answer the question.
To sleep or not to sleep... SLEEP DAMN SKIPPY!
