It has recently come to my attention that my sleep pattern is no longer compatible with the South African time zone. I am generally wide awake from 12 am onwards so the only reasonable solution, at this insane hour, seems to be emigration. Perhaps spreading three kids out over sixteen years was not such a good idea...as each child eventually outgrew the early childhood sleep and health issues (asthma with Luke; croup, sinus and ears infections and eczema with Meg...and now Sam - nuff said) I went and had another baby. So after 20 years of motherhood assault my sleeping mechanisms have thrown up their hands and said 'you're on your own you crazy woman! '
Or it's the fact that at the ripe age of almost 40 I have a strict bedtime of 7:30pm thanks to Sam not being able to sleep on his own and refusing to go down with anyone else so, only ever having needed 4/5 hours sleep at night, I am bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by 1am (not so much by 2:00pm-ish tho). And this horrid cast and the subsequent rash it's caused on my shin doesn't help. Neither does the fact that Sam has upped his game from mere bodybashing to Tazmanian Devil style body-whipping. Why, you might ask. Because I have no faith in my own judgement, that's why. Chatted to Doc Paed last week about Sam's urine retention problem arising again (Did I blog about that yet? Sam went a record breaking 17 hours without a drop of wee) and mentioned that the lil smurfy dude is still not sleeping. Doc Paed asked if we should try Phenergan. With having a maximum two/three night success rate with Aterax and Valergan resulting in nothing less than an impromptu circus, the mind screamed DON'T.DO.IT!
The voice said...sure!
First couple of nights there was sleep but nothing fabulous. Last night the Tazmanian Devil arrived, literally whipping himself up the sides of the bed, pulling hair and trying to shred pillows with his bare teeth. So when preparing to get Sam into bed last night, Chris asked 'Phenergan?' (a legit question). The mind screamed DON'T.DO.IT!
The voice said...sure!
I've acknowledged I've been a long time sufferer of FIM Syndrome (Foot-in-Mouth) and my brain and mouth seldom seem connected but this is just ridiculous.
Just 1hr and 23min till my alarm goes off and 23 mins till the end of this particular loadshedding block, which never happened Woo hoo! Now I can get up and go to the loo. Didn't want to chance it during the scheduled times in case they decided to cut the power just as I'd stumbled up onto my crutches. My foot keeps going numb, especially at night, which is a little worrying as my cast is definitely not too tight. Even more worrying is Sam's lack of exercise since I fell. Before, he and I would walk around the house a good few times every day but he refuses to do it with anyone else and while I stretch his legs during the day, it's just not the same. I can already feel his tendons stiffening but what can I do? I can't even keep my own balance without crutches at the moment so don't feel comfortable trying to hold Sam up just yet. He's probably going to need more intense physio rehab than me :(
Sam's only happy place at the moment :