Wow! Am I glad to see the back of this passed week - heck yeah! That brilliant night's sleep Sam had on Monday night? It was not a taste of more good things to come...rather a kind of cruel antagonising of what we're missing. So needless to say there was no sleep on Tuesday night, not many wet nappies but a whole lot of wet everything else as Sam indulged us in some fantastic displays of projectile vomiting.
Wednesday...I get tired all over again thinking about it. More of the same except with the added variety of an evening trip to the ER after Sam decided to partake in a little light acrobatics off the bed. Yip, screams of hysterical panic could be heard for miles...even Sam was crying. Once Sam had received a once-over by the on-call doc and bestowed generous amounts of his poorly digested dinner throughout the ER, he at least managed a degree of decent sleep.
I was thrilled to wake up to a wet nappy on Thursday morning and even though Thursday brought with it another bump on the head when Sam backflipped off his little push-bike, his bladder seems to have returned to it's usual 2-3 hour routine. And so too have we returned to a rather challenging 3hr average of sleep at night. While I'm sure grateful the lil dude's bladder seems healed, it definitely was not the contributing factor preventing him from sleep. A little disappointing...but we press on, a little baggy-eyed and cloudy-minded...but on nevertheless.