|From August 2010|
The worst part of it is...I used to be such a good sleeper....
When I started High School, I became aware that I needed my sleep. Between early morning classes, working, and dating, I had an "epiphany" moment...when I got good sleep, everything seemed to fall together much better. My parents never had to worry about giving me a bedtime, because most nights I went to bed by 9pm so that I would be rested the next day (the exceptions were Thursday night, when ER didn't come on TV until 9, and Saturday Nights, for Dates :)).
I married a wonderful man who did not require nearly as much sleep as I did. It never seemed to matter, though...he adjusted well to my habit of sleeping 9-10 hours at night, and I never had problems sleeping when he was already up, although his early rising habit still baffles me sometimes.
When I started working in Hospitals, my sleeping didn't change. I was easily able to adjust to sleeping days, and really never had any problems. I used to be able to sleep anywhere, anytime..(I remember one camping trip where I worked 7pm to 7 am the night before, and slept on the floor behind the seat of my Father-in-law's truck while we headed up to camp)...even when I was pregnant with the boys, I seemed to need AND get more sleep. I easily slept 12 hours a night while pregnant with the boys, and once they started sleeping through the night, I did too.
When I got pregnant with Talia, I suddenly found myself inexplicably unable to sleep. Compared to my sleep history, I did not sleep well, I did not sleep long, but I was tired all the time (hinting that I did need the sleep, even if my body was incapable of providing it). I figured it was just hormones, and once I had her and she started sleeping through the night, I would too.
Not so much.
I miss sleep. I never fall asleep before Cole anymore. Last night I lay awake, tossing and turning, for at least an hour after he drifted off. I rarely sleep through an entire night without waking and tossing for a period of time (ranging from just long enough to remember I was awake, to an hour or longer). My crazy week made my sleep worse, and I couldn't get back into a normal(for me) pattern yesterday. I used to nap well before work, now I lay there awake, but figure the rest and quiet is ALMOST as good as actually getting a nap. I wouldn't call my issues insomnia...after all, I do get sleep, just not as much as I used to. Today I'm tired, grumpy, and unmotivated...but I have a lot I have to accomplish today to be ready for school in the morning.
She is my sunshine, though...
|From August 2010|
She was worth sacrificing my sleep.
(and now that I've vented and reminded myself of the positive, I feel a little less grumpy :). Although still tired and unmotivated ;))