Insomnia

1:21 a.m. - Yep. that's what time it is as I sit here writing this. I still have 15 more minutes before I can officially turn in for the night. I don't suppose that I can truly call my condition insomnia as I do, in fact, dearly want to go to bed. Yet, here I sit for the eighth night in a row, fighting sleep at my computer. In short, Alex is sick. He picked up a nasty little cough from somewhere and I am dealing with the after effects as I always do. By avoiding sleep. Asthma is nasty. It's not the most horrible thing in the world, but it's not fun by any means. Alex doesn't seem bothered by it. Even at his worst breathing, he's rip-roarin' ready to go. Then there is me. The mom. I'm the one that makes it so he can continue to be rip-roarin' ready to go despite the wheezing. Normal colds that involve just the runny nose and icky green snot don't keep me up at night quite as badly as the coughing colds. Once the chest congestion hits him, it always gets worse at night. I spend half my night sneaking into his bedroom and counting his respiration as I hover over him with my trusty sidekick: Mr. Stethoscope. I've become quite proficient with the stethoscope, actually...if I do say so myself. So for five nights now, my bed has had to wait until the next scheduled time for his asthma meds. I'd love to say that the alarm clock could wake me up to remind me to go dose him, but I'm so tired these days that I can't always hear the blasted thing when it goes off. And when I do hear that incessant beeping of the alarms beckoning me for the fourth time in a night, it's all I can do to drag my big butt out of bed as I battle the pounding headache that plagues my waking. So, needless to say, I'm exhausted. Sadly, even with an alarm set, these particular nights are filled with restless sleep from my worry about my sweet little guy. Abby's cough was just as icky this time, but she's about over it. And she's even two days behind him if that tells you anything about Alex's reaction to colds like this. Alex is a trooper though. He wakes up for his treatments and never complains once about them. And Abby? She just ignores the loud sounds of the nebulizer and rolls over and sucks her thumb. Good kids. I couldn't ask for a greater blessing through all this. So here I sit. Insomniac Mom. But it doesn't matter. My kids are totally worth it...bags under the eyes and all. Night all...