About a week ago Nathaniel stopped sleeping well. I thought I could handle it until he got over his cold, but apparently my reserves are all used up. I have, thus far, washed a Pyrex pan and then placed it where it promptly slid off and shattered on the floor, completely forgotten that I said I would bake this or that, and by last night I had even lost my appetite (quite a feat for me!). Not to mention a time or two of staring dumbly at my son, wondering what I could do to help his crying, only to have Sydney suggest “Feeding, perhaps?” So, for now, life consists of putting one foot in front of another. Then we’ll resume a more expansive life.
Erin
Alan Schmierer
I wish I could have stuck around to help out!
Thanks, David. I’m already feeling better, with two nights of improved sleep. I know I had this with Katherine, too, between two and three months, when the adrenaline runs out. And with her I managed to cut my hand on an immersion blender, so this time, with no trips to the ER, we’re doing well!
I hope sleep continues to improve! I’ll be praying that it does.