This is not to say that we had a peaceful night of no interruptions, but it is to say that Maddie didn't wake up coughing until 12:15 a.m., about when the Benadryl was set to wear off, and after a trip to the bathroom and a second dose of medicine, she slept until 7:30 a.m. this morning. Of course, Riley was up when Maddie started coughing, then he was up again at 1:00 demanding a diaper change (since when do 2.5-year-olds poop in the night?!), but he settled down both times pretty quickly.
After I got Riley tucked back in bed with a fresh diaper, it was around 1:15 a.m. Earlier in the evening, I'd fallen asleep reading on the couch and awoken at 9:10 p.m. to find that Patriots football had trumped Grey's Anatomy in the Boston market. Thanks to informative reader Ragtop Day, though, I knew that Grey's was set to air at 1:05 a.m. Hmmmmm, I thought, I've only missed the first ten minutes of Grey's! So I set up shop on the couch and watched the rest. Yes, I'm tired today, but frankly I don't think I'm any more tired than I would have been otherwise, and there was something so cozy and also illicit about watching TV at one in the morning. I even ate a big ol' cookie while I watched. And didn't brush my teeth afterwards. I am CRAZY, I'm telling you, CRAZY.
This past week-plus of relatively lengthy stretches of being up in the middle of the night has made me think of Peace Corps. During my time in Gabon, my sleeping patterns were all messed up. As per local custom, I often took a midday nap. And I usually went to bed pretty early as school started at 7:00 a.m. and I had a 30-minute walk to campus. Between the nap, the early bedtime, and the bizarre side effects of the antimalarial Larium,* I was often wakeful in the night, up for hours, listening to the sounds of the jungle, reading, fretting, etc. That was my sleeping pattern for three years, and while I got to the point of accepting it, I never really liked it or adjusted to it. I'm relatively confident that this spate of middle-of-the-night awake time will not last three years, so I'm finding it somewhat easier to bear, but I'll be glad when I get to sleep through again. Since having the twins I've learned that for me, a six-hour uninterrupted stretch of sleep is the Gold Standard. If I get that, all is well. More is better of course, but I'm trying not to be greedy here.
We've got a social weekend planned: friends to see, places to go, art projects to do. Should be nice, hopefully not too overprogrammed. Happy weekend, everyone.
*I could go on and on about Larium, the side effects, the sketchy nature of the dosage and duration for which Peace Corps volunteers (and members of the armed services) take the drug. It's pretty scary. I'll save it for another post.