So the topic today is "sleep". Let's face it... it is important. Allow me to share my journey into my restless, vegetated state of mind.
As a teenager- I could sleep. I had no idea what a luxury I was experiencing every weekend. NO IDEA. Time passed and I "grew" up. As a childless adult, I could sleep. Again, no idea what a luxury I had. Fast forward ten years and I am introduced to "motherhood". Mackenzie was a good sleeper for the most part unless she was sick. Mackenzie stayed sick the 1st year and 1/2 of her life (see the problem)... so I learned "how to sleep" sitting up in a rocker. As a single, working parent that lived 100 miles away from the closest relative, I became a "living zombie". I coped but it wasn't easy. When Mackenzie turned two, I had tubes put in her ears... and WHAM- a miracle happened- we actually began sleeping the entire night. What a glorious, majestic occurrence. This time around I did NOT take it for granted. I got up with the chickens but I slept the entire nights. I can give up "sleeping in" for that to happen. Harmony (the angels sing)! Time passed and I became pregnant. For those of you who have never been pregnant I can tell you this- you are tired the first few months and exhausted the last ones... the joke here is you can not sleep because you have morphed into a human blimp... not an overweight blimp that gives when you lay on it... but a rock hard blimp. No tummy sleeping... I like tummy sleeping.. So months eight and nine...I encountered the very little sleep mode again.
February rolled around in 2007 and Walker arrived. Walker had colic. I am not sure how to explain this but it made my time with Mackenzie when we lived in Huntsville seem like a walk in the park, on a lovely sunny day, with the birds chirping and flowers in bloom. SIGH! My baby boy did not sleep for more than 30 minutes (DAY OR NIGHT) at a time. It was a situation, I would not wish on anyone- pause inserted here- not even Obama. (mmhmmm- it was terrible) I turned to antidepressants to keep me grounded and from running away. I watched for a "turning point" but it did not happen.. he turned one- and the sleep pattern was established. He turned two- and he still got up several times a night. When he finally turned three he would get up once a night- MANAGEBLE! Now my little darling sleeps all night, most nights. But I can't. My immediate response is "What in the sam hill is going on" (Thank you Scout, I love this southern phrase)? What a cruel joke. I got up and took care of my kids for years...I should have earned the right to be able to sleep an entire night. Alas, that is not the case. I have returned to my vegetated state. I have nothing against vegetables- I love me some peas and carrots. However, Vegetables eventually rot... and there is the bad news my friends. Just sayin'