A Good Night’s Sleep
March follow-up: So it turns out my husband actually has a sleeping disorder. His snoring had been getting worse and on our Ohio trip, I had been noticing that he would stop snoring and then wake up gasping for air, before falling back asleep. And there is no question that he is tired all the time. Well he went to the doctor and was sent for a sleep apnea test. It turns out he has a moderate to severe case of it and will probably have to go on a CPAP machine. While he is not crazy about being hooked up to a machine with a hose all night, it is a good thing we found out as it can be deadly in extreme circumstances. We’ll see what other sleep apnea remedies might be available such as a dental appliance or whatever, but it a great to finally have a name and a reason for what has been going on.
I wanted to write - long ago - a little more about our visit to Ohio. Somehow I delayed, imagine that! I seemed to have been distracted by one or two of post vacation tasks, -which is daily life at Casa heavy.
My parents, as I wrote earlier, returned to my hometown of Yellow Springs in 2001. In 2002, they bought - for the first time in their lives - a house. They paid in cash, which amuses me, given their penurious lifestyle. It is a few doors and across the street from the house of my childhood best friend, a block of the library and three from the picturesque city center. First place.
We have always stayed with them during the visit, but due to certain developments in the past year heartbreakingly too complicated to go in on our visits in 2008, we stayed at the place of my brother and his wonderful wife, or a mile away.
The upside of this, the glimmer of hope in the dark cloud of its necessity is that we have seen a large number of two. (As we age, I must say that my brother is one of my favorites. It is brilliant and funny and kind, which is not like?)
Our accommodations are in the small apartment connected to the rear of the house. The origin of a large hall that was established only two small rooms with a divider between them Accordian. We do not close the partition, and Megan gets its own bed in the smaller room, while Kira’s portacrib sets up easily in the space where the dividing line would cut across.
For various reasons, we never practiced family Bed. It is not just that I can barely sleep with my husband in close proximity, though that certainly factored into our decision, but more that - though I support entirely your choice to do so - I’ve simply never felt any desire to share that space with our children.
But we were, we four, all in the room if it is not the same mattress. And you know, I must say that there is something quite wonderful about sleeping in the same room as the most valuable of your life. Something beautiful and special about snuggling in bed and drift with the girls so close, each of us share the same space at night.