To sleep, perchance to dream…

I think Abby is trying to kill me.  She doesn’t have a reliable grasp to wield a weapon; not enough strength and coordination to overpower me physically; can’t read the yellow pages or operate a phone to call a hit man.  So even though sleep deprivation and psychological torture has been outlawed for use on U.S. citizens, Abby is cleverly using whatever power she has at her disposal.

Okay, when I say this out loud it does sound crazy.  But I promise, this made perfect sense at three o’clock this morning when I was awakened from my deep sleep…AGAIN… by angry, impatient cries from  the baby’s room.

I coped with fragmented sleep for a good six months.  But for the past several weeks, Abby has been sleeping like a dream–down without a fight at 7:30 or 8 and up again for breakfast around 6:30 the next morning.  It only took me about three days to become accustomed to quiet, productive evenings and restful nights.  So you can imagine my dismay when these peaceful hours were disrupted once again.

I have found that I have no parenting principles when I’m pulled unwillingly from Dreamland in the early hours of the morning.  I’ll feed Abby off schedule, rock her to sleep (with a paci, if needed), even let her sleep in my bed.  When I’m tired and desperate, it’s not that hard to ignore the sounds of Dr. Weissbluth and the Ezzos clucking disapprovingly in my head.


The ironic and tragic end to this story:

I began this post on Monday night, at a complete loss to explain this sudden, horrible turn of events. On Tuesday, my mom had an epiphany: could Abby’s wakefulness be related to the re-introduction of Dr. Pepper to my diet after my Lenten fast?  (How many weeks, exactly had it been since she’d started sleeping through the night, anyway?)

Oh, no… Once I started thinking about it, I did realize that maybe I’d gotten carried away with my DP-drinking.  Maybe that second can in the afternoon (Don’t judge me!  Besides, I’ve been soooo tired!) was the culprit, after all.  So I immediately backed way off of my caffeine consumption, and sure enough, it seems to be working.  We’re not back to full nights of sleep yet, but there is definite improvement.  Dang.  Double dang.

Anyone want to join me for a Sprite?


3 responses to “To sleep, perchance to dream…

  1. Valerie Pearson

    Oh how I understand. I would have guffawed but that would’ve required energy I simply do not possess at this point so I settled for a chuckle. Am beginning to ponder the long-term effects of sleep deprivation. Curious though — perhaps I’ve put away one too many cups o’joe in my efforts to stay awake during the day? So thanks for the tip! Here’s hoping that we’ll both get some rest soon!!

  2. Oh, I can relate on so many levels.

  3. I must say that I laughed at your plight! But, it was the laugh that said “Oh, sister! I am sooooo with you on this one!” So, a fraternal laugh. No, a sororital laugh. Anyhow… I hope she sleeps verrrrrry well in the nights to come so you can once again catch up on sleep.

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