Today for the first time in twelve days I feel one hundred per cent well.
I have been battling a weird virus that was suffering an identity crisis.
One day it would think it was a cold, another day, the flu. Sometimes it would decide to go on vacation and on others it would come back to work.
What it did insist on doing though was wipe me out.
I have slept and slept these past days. Three hour naps, full nights of sleep. My pillow became my best friend.
I would pat it when I got up and say ‘see ya later, pillygator.’
To make things more complicated for myself, on some days, I made the mistake of using the crutches of caffeine and sugar to get me through.
I’d end up awake all night and asleep all day.
Ugh. I hate that.
But now I believe it has passed and it’s time to say thank goodness for the breaks I now get in my day.
I was playing single mom during this period and desperately needed the school hours to shore up for the parenting role I would take on when the boys came home. Nothing much got done except the essentials.
When they were little I remember one awful day when I was alone and sick. I put them in their cribs to play just so I could lay down. I was a fairly new mom and I’d never restricted them like that before but I just needed. To. Rest.
My rules had to go before my sanity did.
Two days after the boys came home from the hospital when they were babies, I was feeding them in their bedroom. I had pumped, had had little sleep and was coming down with a fever.
Overwhelmed by what I had to do that day, with the little energy I had and overdosed on hormones, I started to cry not realizing that the baby monitor was on. My mother was staying with us and I have often wondered how pitiful I must have sounded to her when she heard me sobbing over the airwaves.
Over the years, I’ve become passionate about sleep – the boys and my own. I’ve discovered regular bedtimes determine regular wake-ups and our mornings are quiet and peaceful.
I know from my chronic fatigue days that the production of the stress hormone cortisol is ramped up if there is inadequate sleep. And that in turns sets off a cascade of insulin resistance, fat accumulation and inflammation. We keep on and on, exhausting our adrenals, turning to crutches. So the cycle continues.
I consider sleep my greatest luxury. There’s nothing I like better than a quiet house, no pressing demands and my ‘pillygator.’ I’ve learned that taking a nap counts as work and give myself a break to take one if I need to.
My blogging partner, Mary, in her post today, says that at one point in her life, her motto was ‘I can sleep in a couple of years.’
I trust my time has come.
Has there been a time in your life when you have been desperate for sleep? How did you manage? Do you give yourself the permission to nap when you have the opportunity?
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