Irreverent Mama

Saturday, December 16, 2006

There. I've just switched to betaBlogger.

It's 3:25 a.m. Why am I up and awake and switching to beta? I am up because my sweetie has a cold. When he's not snorting and snuffling, he's snoring outright, and when I give him a poke and make him roll over, his breathing - stentorian is always the word you see associated with breathing, and though I'm unclear on its precise meaning, I think it's what I'm after - his breathing is stentorian.

I am the auditory Princess and the Pea. I cannot sleep through noise. But, clever me, I have a little glass full of foam earplugs on the bedside table. Ear plugs are my friends.

Sadly, His Stentoricity penetrated the earplugs, which are, after all, only good to 473,492 decibels...

So downstairs I come, intending to read for a bit and try again when I'm really, really tired.

I'm really, really, reeeeeaaaaallllly tired now. So we are back to the question that we started with. Why am I up at three a.m.?

It was a noise, an odd noise. See? Ms. Auditory Me, at it again. Sort of an ululation. Or perhaps a moan. Not a nice one, a moan of distress. Wrong season for neighbourhood cats, and it's not that aggressive. No, a softish moan of misery. Ah. It's coming from downstairs, the room beneath my seat - my youngest daughter's in fact. The girl is in some distress.

Turns out the girl has to throw up but is too tired or perhaps ill to leave her bed. A dilemma, indeed. Good thing for her The Man was stentorian tonight.

Mummy provides the receptacle, rubs the back, gives tissue for the cleanup and water to rid the sour taste. Mummy cleans receptacle and returns it.

These days, when one of my kids is sick in the night, they tend to take care of it themselves. I don't tend to hear them (thanks be to ear plugs). However, having been there for the first hurlage, I'm committed. I can't leave the girl to suffer on her own. It's one thing to be oblivious; it's another to be wilfully absent.

There have been three repeats since. "There's nothing left to come uuuuup." Poor kid. We all know how wretched it is to retch on an empty stomach.

I am sympathetic, I am, but... All has been quiet for almost half an hour now.

I struggle with myself. Go to bed? Stay at the ready? Go to bed? Be an Attentive Mummy? Goooo to beeeeddd...

Shades of newborn parenting.

Should I sleep? She might need me yet.
Can I sleep? She's quiet.
Should I sleep? She could just be about to wake.
Can I go to bed? Not a peep from the girl.

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  • Maybe it's a male thing, but I can sleep right through ANY child-related incident. I cannot, however, sleep through a hard-elbow-to-the-ribs.

    I know what you mean--staying awake to make sure it's all good.

    By Blogger Denguy, at 10:26 a.m.  

  • awww...poor thing. I hope she's ok.

    One thing about co-sleeping: they may barf on your head, but at least you get to go back to sleep :)

    This is Kimberly at Solo Mom, btw. Freaking beta refuses to recognize my url. Maybe next time Sweetie is stentorian and the kids are pukey, you could while away the time be switching to wordpress :)

    By Anonymous Kimberly, at 10:47 p.m.  

  • Denguy - You're home with the kid(s?), though, are you not? It's always seemed only fair to me that the one who does the day shift should not have to do the night shift - at least not every night.

    Kimberly - Sweetie moved to word press a while back and raves about it. I like what I see, but thought I'd check out B beta first. I may make that move yet, though!

    Bekah still loves to sleep in my bed. However, with her being a Very Fully Formed 13-year-old, and me sleeping with her stepfather, not her bio-father, the politics get a bit ... can't think of the word. There are lines there that the various parties are not comfortable crossing.

    So whenever he's out of town, she's in with me. At time of stress for her, when she particularly needs me, he very graciously vacates. He's a good guy.

    By Blogger irreverentmama, at 7:41 a.m.  

  • I cannot sleep at the best of times. However, I have a fan going all night long to block out incidental noise.

    I hope your back gets better, this ageing thing is humbling....

    By Blogger crazymumma, at 10:32 p.m.  

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