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{sleep interrupted} 9/31 #sol16


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My daughters are awesome sleepers.  But last night provided sleep interrupted.


2:39 AM  
P. quietly closed her bedroom door behind her 
and made her way to my side of the bed.

"Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom."  

I reached for my glasses blindly and slowly 
opened my eyes to follow her back to the bathroom.

I felt her forehead and neck.  Warm again. 

We were at the doctor early today
and we are in yet another round of strep. 
  
Temperature checked and Tylenol provided.

Back into bed.

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3:09 AM 
M. quietly closed her bedroom door behind her 
and made her way to my side of the bed.  

"Mommy?" She whispered.

"Hmmm?" I struggled to sit up.

"I had a bad dream."

"Oh, come here." And I held her. 
I rubbed her back and rocked her. 

No need to talk about that bad dream now.
I invited her to lay in our big bed.

Back to a light sleep.

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3:32 AM
P. quietly closed her bedroom door behind her 
and made her way back to our bedroom.

She doesn't say anything.  We knew.  She didn't feel good.

Daddy moved to the floor as P. slid into the big bed.

Back to tossing and turning.

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3:42 AM
M. continued to lay awake, moving around.

"M., why don't we go back to your bed?
I think you will be more comfortable," I suggested.

She agreed and Daddy joined her, but slept in P.'s bed.

Back to semi-sleep.

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4:37 AM
Daddy's alarm buzzed.

I slowly trudged out of bed towards the beep-Beep-BEEPING.
I leaned in close to be sure I carefully turned off his alarm.

I walked down the hallway and woke up Daddy. 
He was going to go play racquetball at the Y.

Back to bed for at least another hour.

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5:30 AM
Mommy's alarm buzzed.

I slowly made my way ... 

Snooze. Repeat. Snooze. Repeat. Snooze. Repeat.

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I am one that needs (and wants) my sleep.  But when my girls need me, I'm here.


Comments

  1. I think early bedtime for all tonight! Don't you wish you could put the girls in a bubble so the germs can't get in? If only right?! Hope M. is feeling better soon!

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  2. I'm a "need my sleep" person too. So sorry your girls are sick and you got no sleep last night. Strep, flu and a stomach virus are going around our school. Yuck!

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  3. Ugh. Really don't miss these days, but I remember them well! The benefit of an empty nest is {usually} uninterrupted sleep

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  4. Hope y'all get some much needed rest tonight. There is so much "stuff" going around that it's hard not to get sick. Hugs to all of you! Even when having an empty nest and getting older, there are still some sleepless nights (but at least I can take a nap during the day).
    Love ya bunches, Mom

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  5. Mom-comfort is very powerful during a night. It's a pity we can't bank/store sleep for the nights our kids need us.

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  6. I hope everyone gets a good night's sleep tonight!

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  7. Oh my, I'm guessing you were tired today! Hope your girls feel better soon. I really liked the innovative format of this piece, and of course I'm a sucker for stories about "Mom-comfort," as Terje calls it.

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  8. Love how you wrote about your night.
    Love overflowing at your house.

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  9. I hope you're all sleeping as I write this comment. Maybe you do need another day. That's what they're for. Thanks for sharing these tender family moments with us all.

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