In the mood for some good old fashioned misery? Then a Sleep Study is just the ticket! Packed with frustration, pleadings, and prayers that all the funky stuff you’ve witnessed while your kid sleeps shows up during the night someone is actually there to RECORD it.
It begins with having to lug up every piece of durable medical equipment a Brave Hero owns up to the hospital a hour away at a time you, yourself, would rather be in bed.
As your husband hooks your kid up, and the nurse sticks the monitors on, you are handed (and I kid you not here) a THIRTEEN page fill in the blank test of every weird sleep issue there is. Does your kid kick his feet during his sleep. Um. Maybe? Define kick his feet. Is this a trick question? While sitting up all night last night watching, we did indeed discover that we need to add kicking one leg during sleep to his list of weird.
A giant poop explosion later, Parker finally falls asleep. There’s no doubt in my mind that was revenge for him being hooked up to a zillion probes glued to his head. Reed shakes his head and refers to my seemingly bizarre bathroom humor, which is kind of like gallows humor. But with poop.
When asked what time Parker usually wakes up, I replied somewhere around 4:30 a.m. . I was off about 30 minutes. He actually woke up at 3:30 a.m.
Much to Reed’s credit, he was totally okay and actually upbeat when I called him at 4:30 a.m with the request to come and pick us up. This made losing the who’s going to call your husband at the crack of dawn coin toss to the nurse sting a little less at least.
We’ve got about 5 hours of sleep recorded. Several apnea episodes. And it is really nice for someone else to be able to hear the air leak around Parker’s trach that I am pretty sure is big enough to drive a freight train through.
We loaded everything and everyone back up and headed home.
10 minutes into the drive Parker was sound asleep in his car seat.