Sleep is overrated

I get these "Health Tips" newsletters from one of my dermatologists every now and again.

Today's headline reads: Are you getting the rest you really need?

With bloodshot eyes, a stiff back and a cup brimming with coffee next to me, I can confidently say no, no I am not. ;-)

Nice timing. Right?!? :)

Sadly, Callum is having more restless nights as we carry on, but for different reasons. He's no longer waking up to the vital checks every 4 hours or blood draws or alarms beeping next to his bedside. Instead, he's becoming a more violent sleeper, suffering from a few bad dreams, where I wake up to him kicking a lot and half yelling. :(

After a bit of thrashing he'd then wake up (or I would wake him up - often times he needed to pee anyway) and tell me "his bed is very dangerous" but I couldn't get any more out of him.

Until one of our potty breaks, he remembered part of his dream.

My bed is very dangerous Mommy.

How come Buddy? Did you have a bad dream?

Yes. You left to drive home in your car Mama. And then the doctors came and poked me in my bed.

I reassured him we weren't having any more doctors poking him and I was there with him. But man this stuff just breaks my heart. :(