I should be asleep again. Deirdre, what are you doing up? It’s 2:30 in the morning, you say? I know. Believe me, I’m completely aware of this annoying fact, but I’ve got things on my mind and sleep seems just a bit too far away again. Hopefully, living with the two hamsters who like to run races against each other on their wheels at this hour aren’t influencing my circadian rhythm. Those two little nuggets of love seem to think sleeping all day long is great and staying up all night in the running wheels is a riot. I swear, even though they can’t see each other, they have to be racing each other. I think the new one, Bugatti, the one with the racing stripe down her back, is faster than the larger, more docile, Nagini. I think we named them well.
I know, I’m rambling once again, but what else do you do at this time of night? I’m certain there are others out there, especially in my age category, who suffer from this nasty thing called insomnia. I have to say, I usually don’t, but I seem to have too many things on my mind again. It is, however, very common for women of the mid 40-early 60’s to suffer with this dreaded insomnia. It’s part of being women. I always think back to before I had children, 20 beautiful years ago. I could sleep through anything, then Emma was born and I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since.
I think that once a woman has a child, or even in the last part of pregnancy, you know, when you can’t get comfortable for anything , you say goodbye to sleeping well. That time when you want to beat your husband with anything you can get ahold of because he’s sleeping soundly and says he didn’t sleep well the next day? Or, you watch them sleep. You just sit and watch them sleep when you can’t. Then they say they didn’t sleep well. GGgrrrrrr….
I still remember after I had my son and it was complicated afterwards, but Hubby was great! My c-section wound had opened up and my dutiful husband would get up when the boy would wake up, after I nudged incessantly to wake his happily sleeping, snoring form up from our bed. He would go get the boy and bring him to me, then immediately fall back to the slumbering, snoring form. He was known to say how little he slept, and I know he didn’t sleep like he had before, but I was the one not sleeping. Darn breast feeding for that one! But then one day, the boy only wanted daddy to cuddle and carry him through out our small house. This became part of the nightly routine and sleep was lost. The hubby was more tired than he had imagined being.
I wonder if he remembers that feeling now! Now, he sleeps with a C-PAP machine which supplies constant air pressure to make the slumbering form next to me not snore and provides him a restful sleep. He also doesn’t keep me awake with the thunderous, oncoming locomotive snore of previous years. Sleep apnea was diagnosed several years ago and this machine is the stuff of the Gods! Anyone who snores like that should definitely have a sleep study done and get checked out. You are risking your life, not just irritating the one you sleep next to. Seriously.
Ah, blissful sleep. In another 20 minutes, it will be time to feed the baby squirrel again. Yes, it’s the rodents of the house that are keeping me awake this lovely evening. That and I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, well, in 12 hours actually, that I’m rather concerned about. It’s a follow up for my pancreas. I’ve been waiting for this one and I want answers that I know I will only have to wait longer for. Waiting truly sucks and I am impatient. I want to know what this is and let’s get the party started and fix me already. I’m going by myself too, by choice. Hubs is working overtime and I don’t want him to lose out on it. Maybe I should take dad. I go to his appointments so why not take him to mine. He is my daddy. What do you think? Yea or Nay? Decisions.
Well, back to preparing baby squirrel formula and feeding him. Hubs has his “Darth Vader”mask on. Love that thing. Maybe I’ll even think about sleeping for a few hours. Who knows. Wish me luck!