Not too long ago, kiddo had a bit of a spill and hurt her arm. It was nothing serious, thankfully. This was just under two weeks ago, and she’s been brought to the doctor’s office and everything is fine. Well, mostly.
She’s become a bit of a insomniac since, while it’s not so much a new fear, or nightmares, or anything of the like. Instead, for the first few nights if she woke up, we would go downstairs and I’d give her medicine for the ouchie and we would lay on the couch until she felt better.
Now? While it’s slowly getting better, any small wake up on her part results in wanting to go downstairs. In the mornings she’s been waking up early too. Somehow she’s fine during the day without being cranky (well, too cranky).
It’s thankfully (but slowly) getting better now, but- I’ll level with you- I’m so, so tired. Due to things outside my own control I’ve had a lot to get done during the times I could normally rest. While logically I do know that my own sleep should be paramount during those times, but I’ve never really been able to sleep during the day. It’s some kind of weird quirk with my body, I think.
Even during Kiddo’s newborn phase. You know that saying, sleep when your baby sleeps? I didn’t, because I physically couldn’t. I tried, and tried- no sleep. I suppose you can imagine what I was like during that time (hint: it wasn’t pleasant).
Arg. Someday, the Sandman will return.
Until then, there’s always coffee.
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