If you follow my Facebook page, you know that I’ve been talking a bit about insomnia.
Namely, the fact that it’s something I’ve struggled with for as long as I can remember.
Times of stress and excitement bring it out in me. (Also pregnancy. And no. Not it.)
I remember the night before the first day of school being the worst. I looooooved school, and looked forward to a new year. And I can remember the feeling of not being able to sleep…staring at the clock…and starting to panic…”I have to get up in 6 hours….5 hours…4 hours…” and by the time it got to about 3 hours before I knew my grandma was going to wake me up, it would blossom into a panic attack, complete with tears and feeling like I couldn’t breathe.
And I was SEVEN.
This theme has continued throughout my life. But it’s never been terribly bad. A few nights here. A few nights there. Long, frustrating, exhausting nights, but overall, it didn’t last long. I can do a handful of sleepless nights.
And then the last…oh, say SIX MONTHS…I’ve been laying awake more than I’ve been sleeping. Some nights I was so desperate for shut eye, I would take half a Unisom, which would knock me out, but would leave me a zombie for much of the next day. Plus, I get nervous taking pills that potent on the regular. Plus, I have four kids who kinda need me to help keep them alive and such.
At first, I wasn’t surprised. I chalked it up to buying a house, packing a house, selling a house, AND THE MILLIONS OF PHONE CALLS it takes to change school districts, new IEPs, and a to do list a mile long. Moving is a pain. Moving with a family of 6 and a kid with special needs who has dozens of agencies is NO JOKE. Not sleeping during a major life change like that is totally standard for me. (Anyone want to make a million dollars? Start a business where you take care of all the phone calls and address changes and insurance move-overs for people. I’d pay for that service. Handsomely. Except WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER moving again. Ever.)
But it’s kept dragging on. And it’s gotten worse, rather than better as we are settling in. This week, I felt that all too familiar ache of exhaustion…Newborn Baby Exhaustion. You know it. When you are tired right down into the depths of your bones. Everything hurts.
Needless to say, once I finally fell asleep, I wasn’t able to get up in the wee hours to get my blogging done. And the Good Lord knows that I can’t pen a coherent thought with the Porkchop awake. I can check email and throw up a short FB status, but I can’t WRITE. (And then to add insult to injury, my blog was having technical difficulties this week.)
Lucky for me, you guys are the best ever and you all encouraged me on my FB page to try a variety of things. One of which was melatonin.
THANK YOU SWEET BABY JESUS FOR MELATONIN.
So far, it works like a freaking charm. I’m almost mad.
It doesn’t leave me groggy in the mornings and I’ve been falling asleep fairly easily.
(P.S. if you’re ever wondering what’s going on around here, I’m usually updating over on FB. So head over there if you aren’t already.)
Be on the lookout for more consistent posting around here. In theory.