Nothing new…

I was going to write about how our son kept us up most of Thursday night because of his cold: he would cough and wake up, start crying, which would make him cough some more, until he was barely able to breathe, and of course we would run to his help and take a while to put him back to bed only for the cycle to start over again a few minutes later.

I was also going to tell you how he slept a lot better last night as his cough is almost gone and we were able to let him fall back asleep on his own when he woke up, instead of having to rush to prop him up to help him breathe again. Yesterday we had called the clinic to get him a doctor’s appointment, but today we canceled it as he was doing much better and we figured he would do better sleeping (the appointment was at nap time) than going all over town only so we could be told he was getting over a simple cold.

It struck me, however, how bored you must all be with tales of my lack of sleep. It seems like this is all parents of young children talk about (well, that and poop). I guess it is because our well-being revolves so tremendously around that simple equation: when we sleep well, we’re energized, happy and our baby is the most wonderful thing ever. When we don’t sleep, we quickly get paranoid and depressed and our baby… Well, enough said!

Now if only we could fix Zak’s sleep cycle! It’s him, lately, who hasn’t been able to sleep more than a few hours in a row. And the less he sleeps, the more he worries about not being able to sleep. It’s a very, very vicious circle…

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