My kingdom for a full night's sleep and maybe a bar of chocolate...
Baby's got the croup. Breathes like the barking of a dog. Stayed up all night because I couldn't handle the sound of his troubled breathing. I was so scared that if I fell asleep, he'd stop breathing and I wouldn't be able to hear it. Well, of course, I did drift off a couple times, and interestingly enough, I did hear when his breathing became increasingly labored. I woke so that I could wake him up to give him a dose of the inhaler....Oh, it's a scary, scary thing. My mother came over and built a tent around my bed with wet sheets so that all the warm air from the humidifiers would fall directly on his (and my) face. I had a few brief dreams during my twenty minute naps that it was raining in the house, and I had to go to the bathroom about seven times.... but this morning my skin feels like satin. Maybe there's something to living in the rainforest. In the meantime, I am getting sick again from the nights without sleep and the having to work in spite of no sleep, and the no eating because I hurry to make something for the sick baby, and then I forget to eat myself. And the millions of doctor's appointments. I have one today, myself. Pap smear and breast exam. Yeah! I really like my doctor, so it's very awkward when she's looking up my, you know, lady parts. I always end up telling inappropriate stories and laughing crazily. Just like I do every time I'm nervous. Like at funerals. Once, I laughed so hard during an exam that the speculum (look it up) that was.... and not to be too graphic..... propping me open..... It slammed shut and shot across the room like a canon ball. It was hilarious. My midwife at the time laughed so hard, she started to cry. I am so tired, I am probably offending a lot people. I have no point of reference when I'm tired. But, you know, that makes for a better free write, right?