So why the urgent warning? What's the
one adjustment that you just never really adjust to? I'm sure you've
guessed it. Sleep deprivation. I'm not talking about the kind of
sleep deprivation I experienced in college --you know the
hardly-sleep-during-finals-but-then-go-home-on-vacation-and-crash
kind. I'm talking about sleep deprivation of the chronic variety. I'm
convinced that this type of sleep deprivation takes a toll on
memory-making ability because most of last winter is a blur to me. To
illustrate, at a friend's Christmas party this weekend I asked Dave,
“What did we do with Peter at this party last year? Was he upstairs
in his pac-n-play?” A moment later I realized just how absurd that
was. Pac-n-play? Last winter Peter didn't even know what a crib was!
He was actually in our arms fussing most of the time, but I'd somehow
managed to forget that part.
So, memory disclaimer given, I remember
things getting quite a bit better when Peter started sleeping in his
crib around four months old. There were still the 1-2 nightly
feedings though, and weaning him off of those (don't ask me when) was
rough. But then...sleep. Marvelous sleep. I'm talking sleeping
through the night without interruption more than half of the time.
But then, what it is that all the baby books tell you? Just when you
think you've got it figured out, everything changes -or something
like that? Sometime after Peter learned to walk, we've been treated
to regular nightly wake-ups. Again. A couple of times we've forgotten
to turn on his space heater and he's woken up with cold little hands
and ears, but, usually, we have no idea what his problem is. Is it
over-tiredness? Night terrors? Anger at not knowing how to go back to
sleep or just wanting to get out and play? Hunger? Inconsistent
parenting? -i.e. Sometimes taking Peter out of his crib when he is
inconsolable and other times (like last night) turning off the
monitor and shutting the door because the exhaustion simply
overpowered the guilt? The world may never know.
Now let's add to the mix...wait for
it...insomnia. Why already-sleep-deprived people should suffer with
insomnia makes zero sense to me. Tossing and turning and thinking, “I
should be asleep right now. Now's my chance to sleep. I'll be grumpy
if I don't sleep. I should be asleep...” all night long as your
mind completely refuses to “turn off.” Again, zero sense. Often
insomnia strikes me after a wake-up with Peter, leading my sister-in-law
to conclude, “I think your insomnia problem might just be Peter.”
Maybe. I hope so. That's got to be at least part of the equation.
I've documented some possible symptoms
of sleep deprivation for your amusement.
Possible signs of sleep deprivation:
-A sudden lack of charity towards your
spouse: “Fine, I'll get up with him, but you'd better not even think
about going back to sleep!”
-Irrational anger: “How could you do
this to me?! It's 5:00 and you said you'd be home early!”
-Distorted sense of time: “How can it
be 4:05? I swear I looked at the clock half-an-hour ago and it was
4:00?” Or, alternatively, “Wait...two hours have passed
since I sat down to mindlessly watch Baby Einstein?!”
-Lethargy: “Looks like Ollie's tearing
up a cardboard roll under the table again...I should probably go stop
him...but that would involve standing up...”
-Decrease in mental executive functioning: “Now
what was it that I was hoping to accomplish today...oh look, a
Facebook link to a funny clip..."
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