Clara's Corner: Back To The No Sleep Pattern

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Back To The No Sleep Pattern

Last night was terrible! At bed time I made sure he had everything he needed....water, his bed straightened out, gave him his medicine and emptied his catheter bag. I hadn't been in the bed ten minutes 'till he started yelling for me. I got up to see what he wanted and he didn't know. It was like that ALL night. After about six times getting up and he wanted nothing, I didn't get up any more, but he called my name all night long. I feel like I have been run over by a truck. Now he will sleep all day.

4 comments:

Lola said...: I understand what you are going through.
Could it be that he feels alone & is scared of the night time!!!
Mine seemed to fare better in the day time.
Prayers are sent your way.; 10:25 PM
Latane Barton said...: try to catch a nap today if you can. Hugs and prayers.; 8:26 AM
Anonymous said...: I would keep him awake if I had to sit beside the bed and shake him every time he tried to sleep. Am I an awful person for saying that? I just think it is so unfair for you. I hope you get some rest soon.; 3:31 PM
Beth said...: Hi, Clara. Just dropping in to let you know that I'm thinking of you. I'm glad to know that you've had a few good days and nights, but sorry to hear of the bad. I hope you're able to at least take a nap or two during the day after the difficult nights.

Thoughts and prayers for you and your family...; 9:33 AM

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