This week, I was officially inducted into the inner circle of hardcore T21 parenting.
Oh, you thought that happened two years ago when Verity was born?
Or when she had her urgent open heart surgery?
Nope, those don’t hold a candle to The Real Thing.
I’d heard about The Real Thing, and thought I was ready for it. The laptop was packed, and so was my sense of humor.
“It will be an adventure! I love adventures!” she trilled brightly on her way to Wilmington with Katie.
Oops! I’m headed to Delaware and just remembered we had lost our strollers without a trace.
Never fear, DuPont offered Katie a new way to roll.
She loved it, even in the sweaty-hot great outdoors where we went to breathe in some…er…some sweaty-hot fresh air between appointments.
I suspect Katie thinks DuPont Hospital for Children put the wheelchair there just for her enjoyment. Who knows, maybe they did! They sure do love children with special needs. We spot them all over the place, even on the posters.
Finally, at 7:30 pm, comes the main point of our visit to Delaware. Katie is going to be observed as she sleeps overnight, so we can find out how severe her obstructive sleep apnea is.
This, my friends, is The Sleep Study.
Despite my previous grave doubts, Katie tolerated all the leads and taped-on No-No’s and other contraptions with impressive calm. “What a big girl! This will be a cinch!”
This is Katie before.
Before what, you ask?
Before the lights went out, and in their place came…
One fit of borderline maniacal laughter from the mother at yet another roll of tape at 2 am (during which time the remaining sense of humor accessible to the nurse or me must have leaked out and hidden under the bed)
Two potty trips for big girl Katie, with wires trailing behind her
Three big pillows to keep her flat on her back in the corner of her crib closest to the head of my bed
I didn’t keep track of how many additional rolls of tape, nasal cannulas, and wipes for Katie’s teary eyes and runny nose were used or how many times the nurse came into the room to try yet again to firmly attach the No-No’s, leads, and nasal cannulas to their appointed places on Miss Houdini Musser.
It all added up to…
Ten hours of a new mother-daughter experience–the shared no-sleep twilight zone nightmare experience!
Yep, we have less than half an hour of data to show for over ten hours of sleep study! Three catnaps of three, five, and fifteen minutes respectively!
It wasn’t wasted experience, though.
No, no, no! Not at all!
Katie and I learned something new, you see.
You can get through a sleep study without sleeping!
P. S. To a certain friend who politely refrained from chuckling at my pre-sleep-study trilling, you can go ahead and laugh now! I’ll laugh with you once I’ve caught up on sleep!