Girls Just Wanna Have Sleep
11:45 p.m.
Turn off light. Drift to sleep to sound of husband's snores.
12:20 a.m.
Wake to husband's voice, "Dear! I think I hear TwinBoyB throwing up!" Stumble around, find robe, trudge downstairs to find TwinBoyB crying in his bed. He tells me he vomited in the toilet and "Mom, I don't want to have the stomach virus again!" I assure him he's not going to be that sick and say with a distinct lack of compassion, "Now, please don't wake up the whole house! If you are sick, go to the bathroom. Otherwise, sleep!"
1:00 a.m.
Finally return to dreamland.
3:20 a.m.
Realize I am awake and hearing Babygirl's pitiful cries, "Mom! Mom!" I snatch the robe and weave my way to her room, where I smell the stink of a full diaper. This can only mean the attack of the stomach virus continues. I change her and we sit and watch her favorite video together ("Shrek") for twenty minutes. Then I return her to bed. I also check on TwinBoyB. He is peacefully sleeping.
5:06 a.m.
I wake from a terrible dream in which our family was in Chicago. Babygirl began bleeding from all orifices and I was about to rush her to the dream world emergency room, when I realize she's calling me again. She was awake for the day.
I changed her again, gave her a drink, turned on the video and tried to doze in the chair. Every ten minutes she woke me to attempt to use the potty.
7:00 a.m.
We headed downstairs. The day officially began. Who needs sleep anyway?
Turn off light. Drift to sleep to sound of husband's snores.
12:20 a.m.
Wake to husband's voice, "Dear! I think I hear TwinBoyB throwing up!" Stumble around, find robe, trudge downstairs to find TwinBoyB crying in his bed. He tells me he vomited in the toilet and "Mom, I don't want to have the stomach virus again!" I assure him he's not going to be that sick and say with a distinct lack of compassion, "Now, please don't wake up the whole house! If you are sick, go to the bathroom. Otherwise, sleep!"
1:00 a.m.
Finally return to dreamland.
3:20 a.m.
Realize I am awake and hearing Babygirl's pitiful cries, "Mom! Mom!" I snatch the robe and weave my way to her room, where I smell the stink of a full diaper. This can only mean the attack of the stomach virus continues. I change her and we sit and watch her favorite video together ("Shrek") for twenty minutes. Then I return her to bed. I also check on TwinBoyB. He is peacefully sleeping.
5:06 a.m.
I wake from a terrible dream in which our family was in Chicago. Babygirl began bleeding from all orifices and I was about to rush her to the dream world emergency room, when I realize she's calling me again. She was awake for the day.
I changed her again, gave her a drink, turned on the video and tried to doze in the chair. Every ten minutes she woke me to attempt to use the potty.
7:00 a.m.
We headed downstairs. The day officially began. Who needs sleep anyway?
posted by Melodee at Saturday, February 19, 2005
4 Comments:
That is a grim reminder of what is to come for me. Right now I can handle one kid waking up on occasion. When the next one comes, life will suddenly become fun! I do feel for you, as I have had those nights before, even with just my one. I'll pray for extended sleep time tonight!
I remember those days. They pass.
Sending up prayers for health, and sleep.
Aaah... the charmed life. I'm raying for healthy kids and restful nights to be in your future soon. God bless ya' lady.
Ugh!! I hate those kind of nights (and I only have one kid....well, 2 if you count a husband who is a big baby when he gets sick). I hope the kids are feeling better soon, that it doesn't spread to the rest of them, and that you get a good night's sleep.
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