I lost not one but two hours of sleep last night. The dreaded Daylight Savings Time (which by they way I thought would be easy-peasy) and the one hour I was up wondering if my 16 month old was okay…
I went to bed early last night knowing that I am not a morning person, so to lose an hour of sleep would not make things any easier.
At 2am, I hear some coughing coming from my son’s room. He is getting over a cold and he’s been coughing for the past few nights so didn’t think much of it. But one of the coughs I heard seemed a little more ‘aggressive” than the rest…I checked the monitor, didn’t see anything, and went back to sleep.
I heard a little moan, checked the monitor again and T was sitting up in his crib. At 2am! But he wasn’t crying, moaning had stopped, coughing had stopped and I was exhausted. So, I did what any mother would do who doesn’t go into their kids rooms in the middle of the night, and went back to sleep.
Except I couldn’t fall back asleep. I had a little voice inside my head telling me I should go and check him. But I was sooooo tired. And he was fine! He had lay back down and was asleep. I knew that if I went in now, he would wake up and just want me. I knew that wouldn’t be good and it would just take longer to get him back to sleep.
So I didn’t listen to the voices in my head. I went back to sleep. It was now 3am.
Just before 8 this morning, which technically was 7am and the time I go get T, I hear him playing in his crib. I love hearing him laugh and play and talk to himself in the morning. It means he’s in a great mood and its going to be a good day.
I could smell the vomit from the hallway. My head shouted at me. I cannot believe this! He had thrown up! It was everywhere…all over the mattress, his blankie and him. His room REEKED. Kind of reminded me of the time I left a diaper in his crib and he had poo everywhere.
I felt horrible! I cannot believe my babe had slept in a crib full of vomit for the past 5 hours!
I keep going over it my head…I hate myself for letting that happen. I tried to use best judgement knowing that I could have made it worse by going in his room should everything have been okay.
But once again, the gut is right, and I should have listened to it.
How many times am I going to allow myself not to obey the voices in my head!!
Damn you DST!!!
