Tue - Dec 09, 2008 : 04:48 pm
Sleep, Cats, and Christmas Trees
Ya know... I thought that with 4.5 hours of sleep last night, I'd feel a heckuva lot sleepier than I do. I guess miracles do happen.
Since our wonderful Samuel was born, my wife and I have been getting considerably less sleep than we otherwise would. This is to be expected; it comes with the whole package of parenthood.
I have noticed, however, that Samuel is perfectly fine throughout the day. According to my wife, Samuel cries when he needs something, is generally happy otherwise, or he is asleep. No big deal...
...unless, of course, the hour is between 11:00pm and 2:00am. During those hours, for no apparent reason, Sam will cry and scream, cry and scream, and then cry and scream some more, while being generally unconsolable. I think he just wants us to get no sleep. I don't know.
Anyway... That's been happening now for about 2 months. That in and of itself wouldn't be blog-worthy, but last night was a real winner.
Last weekend, I made it a point to get as much sleep as I possibly could, and it seems the only sleep I could get was during the day, when Sam was clam-happy as a seahorse. That said, I still didn't feel rested when yesterday came.
The night before last, I got next to no sleep, as usual, and the day went on as caffeinated as usual.
So, last night, Sam insisted on the usual game of crying and screaming for no apparent reason up until the ripe hour of around 1:30am. Sarah had been downstairs for about an hour when right around 2:30am, in my sleep, I hear her say something like, "The Crackertree is dead." from the doorway. "What?", I ask in absolute grogginess, having only fallen asleep a little less than an hour earlier. "The Christmas tree fell over!".
I still didn't understand her, so I got up and went to see that yes, the Christmas tree had fallen over. Our live Christmas tree full of needles, ornaments, and water at the base... I almost laughed. The only thing I could think of was that one of our cats had gotten curious, jumped up at an ornament, and brought down the whole tree with him. Who knows...
I went back into our room, went to the bathroom, and noticed Sarah was just sort of laying there on the bed. I asked if she was okay, and she said she wasn't.
It was about this time that Sam really started screaming, and Sarah couldn't take it any longer.
So.... There I sat. With less than 30 minutes of sleep in me at 2:00am, my newborn screaming at the top of his lungs, my wife sobbing uncontrollably on the bed, the living room a disaster, and me just kind of sitting there wondering if I could just lay down, close my eyes, and go back to sleep.
Anyway... To shorten up the drama, suffice it to say that we both got back to bed just before 4:00am, with our sanity somewhat intact, as well as a few scraps of humor. We had straightened the Christmas tree (which was a feat in and of itself - this tree has some sort of vendetta against us), vacuumed up all the mess, organized the ornaments, and left it as it was before the cat saw it necessary to punish the tree for being upright.
Mission successful, right? Right... However...
I've also gotta say that through this all, something else happened. I realized something I hadn't before.
That something is, I really love my wife.
By 3:45am, we were both making fun of the situation as we put the ornaments back on the tree, vacuumed up the mess, thanked God for our health and other blessings we were assuredly taking for granted, and we both noticed around the same time that through it all, Sam had fallen asleep!
Considering the state of mind we were both in, I'd say the whole experience could have been much, much worse. Yet, it wasn't. It wasn't at all.
We both fell back asleep and in the morning, as I looked at her dead asleep while getting ready for work...
...I think I fell in love with her just that much more.