Okay, so things took a turn.
Randy is back in the hospital due to an infection and he will likely be there through the week. He is getting the care he needs and while this is terrifying and serious, he will get better.
We got back to the emergency room Saturday night and the surgeon explained what he thought the issue was. The more he spoke, the more I realized I knew his voice. I even closed my eyes at one point as to just hear his voice.
Me: Dude, do you know who you sound like?
Doctor, whose shoulders slightly slumped when I asked him the question: Go ahead and say it. I know what you’re going to say.
Me: You sound exactly like Steve Buscemi.
Doctor: I hear that all the time.
I told Dr. Buscemi that I didn’t understand everything he was saying, so I made up a scale. The “Terrifying Scale” and I asked him on the Terrifying Scale where 10 = imminent death and 1 = valid trip to the hospital, where does Randy fall.
He gave him a two.
It’s serious. But only a 2 on the Terrifying Scale. He will be okay. I am tired and distracted and ready to put this behind us. Nearly everything in my life has been put on hold other than work and hospital time.
I didn’t, however, want to abandon all of you, so I asked some fellow blogging friends if they could share a post with me to share with you. This post comes from Ashley at The Malleable Mom.
“Good night, Mom.”
“‘Night!” I wave my hand from the couch as I bask in the glow of the Netflix phase of parenthood. Having tweeners has its downs, but one of the serious ups is that they can put themselves to bed and sleep through the night. Boo Ya!…
So when I hit 40, I didn’t focus on my new wrinkles or underarm sags. Instead, I told myself: “I’m going to get some serious-ass pillow time and make up for the past ten years of sleep-deprived baby-wrangling…”
Then one day, I kissed my hubby goodnight, and rolled over, reveling in the thought of getting a solid block of snooze until my bladder or a house fire woke me up…
“Hon? Did you say something?” Silence. My husband is famous for his ninja-like ability to hit the pillow and fall asleep. I started to drift off, and a few minutes later, I heard it again: a small choking noise coming out of my spouse’s nostrils. “Znh!”
Because I am such a concerned, sensitive wife, I reached over and delicately shoved his shoulder. He jolted awake like I just stabbed him in the kidney. “Wha-?”
“Roll over! You’re snoring!” I hissed through gritted teeth.
And that’s how my post-child phase of sleep interruption began.
At first, it only happened once in a while – maybe once a week. Now, it’s every night. I have always had a hard time falling asleep. I need two things to drift off into la la land: darkness and quiet. So this new noise cutting into my space was an enormous problem. I mean, are you serious? I just achieved the golden milestone of parenthood – sleeping through the night regularly – and now my spouse was keeping me up at night? You have GOT to be kidding me.
I was on it: “It was nice knowing you, but I’m afraid we’re going to need his-n-her bedrooms from now on.”
“Oh we are, are we? Should we just get his-n-her houses while we’re at it?” he retorted.
“Yay! Can I get the bigger one? You can have the guest shed in the backyard, and come in for conjugal visits.”
When we relayed our amazing separate rooms/houses plan to certain people, they found it less brilliant and more “disturbing” (Sorry, Mom), but my husband and I thought we were hilarious. However, all joking aside, it seems we are not alone in this issue.
Mention the word “snoring” to couples, and you can get them pointing fingers at each other faster than if you ask who is worse at loading the dishwasher. People are sleeping in separate bedrooms, or on couches, or even in their kids’ rooms, using “bonding time” as an excuse to get some freakin’ rest!
For the time being, we have found a solution that works for us. My nighttime ritual is to set my alarm, plug in my cellphone, and then plug in my ears. I managed to find earplugs that drown out enough of my husband’s snoring but still allow me to hear critical things like tornado alarms or kid vomit hitting the bathroom floor.
I know I’m one of the lucky ones: My husband is a thin man, and when he saws logs, it’s not that bad. It sounds more like he’s sawing small branches. I’ve been stuck in rooms with much larger people who have diagnosed sleep apnea, and it’s torture. These people sound like they’re trying to raze an entire forest when they conk out.
Those of you who live with this problem know it’s no joke. Sleep deprivation is a serious medical issue. In nursing school, I learned that a lack of sleep has similar effects on a person’s performance to being intoxicated. Also, people who snore profoundly are not getting enough oxygen at night, and this can lead to behavior and personality changes like fatigue and shortened temper. There are sleep clinics that can diagnose sleep apnea, so (clears throat and puts on pharmaceutical commercial voice) ask your doctor if you think this is right for you or someone that you love. And if you can’t get your snoring partner to go to a sleep clinic, there are a number of over the counter devices you can buy and discreetly place on their nightstand. (Trading sexual favors if they wear them is a great way to use positive reinforcement!)
For the record, my husband tells me that I snore too, but I call bullshit. I mean, I’ve never heard it…
This post originally ran on Club Mid at Scary Mommy.