Pomme slept all night last night in her room.  Most nights she ends up joining us sometimes between 3-5am, and nurses back to sleep.  Most days now, that’s also the only nursing we do.

But occasionally, she stays in her room until we go in and get her (or she comes to get us, saying “wake up mommy!”).  Last night was one of those nights.

So I got a good night’s sleep, right?

Wrong.  Exhausted and looking forward to a great slumber, I ended up with an all-nighter IBS attack.  No pain, just nauseous and unsettled enough so that I couldn’t sleep.  Then I’d have to run to the loo and spend some quality time there.  When I start falling asleep on the pot, I head back to bed for a quick snooze.  But 1/2 hour later, I’m awake and dashing back again.

Sometimes this goes on for a couple hours.  Then whatever was causing the trouble passes… and I sleep peacefully the rest of the night.  Other times, like last night, I’m back and forth until 5am.

I’ve learned to roll with it.  I don’t fret and despair, I just take a book and camp out in the bathroom for an hour at a time.  But seriously, 5am?

So I’m functioning today on about 3 hours sleep — not consecutively.  The rain all last night was very pleasant to listen to, though now there’s a swamp in our back yard.  Pomme’s in great spirits today after her long sleep.  I guess she stole mine.

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