I feel I could write an entire post about the lack of sleep, but I fear that at some point I would lull my readers into the state that I am so earnestly craving!
Oh, yes, Isaac did sleep last night — from 9 pm to 11 pm. <sigh…>
(My hat is permanently tipped to every single special needs mom out there in bloggy land!)
You would think that the dose of Diastat (that would render a small elephant senseless, I think) would have worked to not only control the seizures that have been increasing in number all week, but would have also helped him sleep for longer than 2 hours.
But, alas, it did not.
He has been happily playing with his ribbons, while alternately listening to music and watching Gaither videos for the past 9 hours.
I'm glad he's Happy…just wish he would pick a different Dwarf to imitate – particularly, the one with the "Zzzzzzzzzzzs" above his head. :o/
I did nap occasionally throughout the night, out of sheer exhaustion; but between the soggy diapers, the medication administration schedule, and my overactive mommy-radar, I never slept for more than an hour and a half at a time.
It's those darn ribbons, I tell you. He won't settle down and sleep because he is compulsively chewing them, and I can't sleep because I'm afraid he will choke on them.
I don't dare take them away, because then I would be compelled to listen to his whine-moan of "Uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh" with every breath. It's the Isaac equivalent of "Mommy…mommy…mama…mommmmm." 😉
Well, I guess I'll wrap this up now. I leave you with this final thought:
I feel my aggravation growing and my intelligence slipping with each sleep-deprived hour that passes.
If I start posting gobbledy-gook at some point, you'll know why.
P.S. For the humor-challenged folk out there in the blogosphere, I need to assure you that this post was written wholly tongue-in-cheek. While I am indeed sleep-deprived, my ability to care for Isaac is in no way diminished.
(sorry, I just couldn't resist one more!!!) ;o)