Emry putting himself to bed on the couch, November 2016
I've written a lot about sleep over the years. When I recently went back and read old posts, I have to admit I actually shuddered. The sleep situation in our house was that dire. For many years.
Thankfully, over the last four years, as Elan's sleep apnea has been successfully treated and Emry has gotten older, sleep is no longer the limiting factor in our lives. Well, at least not most nights. And not usually because of the kids.
But I remember so clearly the ... more
Here's a post I wrote back in March 2013. I'm not sure why I never got around to posting it then. Perhaps it painted a picture of the sleep situation which made it look worse than it usually was by then, since I wrote this about six months after we finally managed to get Elan's combined sleep apnea and dust mite allergy better controlled. Colds still exacerbate his sleep apnea, and there are still nights when I'm up and down multiple times, though other nights when both of them ... more
Mischievous look expert, February 2013
As I contemplate having reached the one-year mark after Elan's tonsillectomy to treat sleep apnea, I am frequently struck by the ridiculous nonsensicalness of sleep in my house. I just finished an essay about it, my first non-blog humor piece, sparked by an idea I got - when else? - in the middle of the night.
Elan and I have been reading Shel Silverstein before bed lately, which I love because I get to witness his delight and remember my own in these same poems. ... more