the dark hours of the nite...

as reported previously, last saturday nite (was is saturday, i can't remember? maybe it was sunday, or even monday nite) percy slept that astonishing 12.75 hours. what a gob-smackingly lovely experience.... aaahhhh.

she followed up the next nite with a similar near 13 hour sleep. we attributed this to the vaporiser we purchased from the chemist and ran in her room both these nites. we think the steam and extra moisture in the air helped clear her nose and let her breathe easier.

did we prematurely celebrate? oh yes! i was quietly dancing jigs in the thought that we could reliably have 12 hours of sleep every nite from now on. ha ha ha. the miracle vaporiser turns out to be not such a gift from the gods afterall.

wednesday and thursday nites were not bad tho she did wake up at 5am on thursday morning. on friday nite (27th) she woke up at midnite and did not go back to bed, asleep until 3am. blrrrgghhh. we both tried to settle her for about an hour- nothin' happening. she did take another bottle of milk but didn't fall back to sleep even after that. finally i gave up, got her out of her sleeping bag and played on her bedroom floor for over an hour. i also made up a bit of a bed from pillows and blankets on the floor where we both lay down; when i could convince her. percy finally fell soundly enough asleep to be moved back to her cot at 3am. and then she had the hide to wake up at 7:15am- no sleep in even!

saturday she took a little while to fall asleep and last nite (sunday 29th) she went to sleep nearly immediately and despite two little rousings in the nite from which she put herself back to sleep, she slept the nite thru to 5am with no bottles or other assistance. she also contented herself with babbling and dozing to 6:15am before i got her up.

so you'd think we'd be getting a least more nites of good sleep than bad sleep. well the dark hours of the nite stretch before me nonetheless because my cold is running in its eigth week now and i'm having lots of bother sleeping with such a blocked nose. perhaps we should move the vaporiser next to my bed!


short winter days of half light and chill spill into the long dark hours of too many nites when pain and noise keep restless heads from drooping into half deaths, flashing eyes and flailing limbs are brought short by gasps for water and reprieve. can sanity be concluded in these days and nites? what change, what over-wrought point of break must be birthed to let peace with needed half deaths take hold? warmth and comfort with light and ease, acknowledging that gone and that to be, will mark a slumber of delightful wakefulness.