Anxious caregiver stays up all night applying compresses to feverish child’s face, chest, limbs. <\/p>\n
Child tosses and turns, moaning and breathing laboriously. <\/p>\n
Everyone knows that the child is on her deathbed, everyone wishes they could do something – but to no avail. They stand vigil outside the child’s door, waiting for news. The doctor’s worried face declares that the danger is real.<\/p>\n
Then, as daylight breaks, the child’s fever subsides. She falls into a “deep, unlabored sleep.” <\/p>\n
The doctor declares the worst to be over, orders the anxious caregiver to sleep. <\/p>\n
All breathe a sigh of relief. The child will live.<\/p>\n
What story am I telling?<\/p>\n
I’m not really sure. I feel certain I’ve read this story or a variation on it at least a half dozen times if not more – but I can’t remember where.<\/p>\n
Do you know?<\/p>\n
All I know is that I felt a little like I was in this story (and yes, I am being melodramatic) last night.<\/p>\n
Tirzah Mae went to sleep at nine, woke up screaming at 10:30, midnight, one o’clock, two o’clock, three o’clock, four o’clock, and five o’clock. I had a nightmare that I was (thankfully) able to wake myself up from at 11:15. <\/p>\n
It’s been four weeks now that Tirzah Mae’s not been sleeping well, been waking up screaming, been inconsolably fussy during the day. My own sleep has (understandably) suffered.<\/p>\n
We took her to the doctor Friday, got some medication. And this weekend has been the worst that it’s been so far. <\/p>\n
But this morning, as I was reaching my very wits end, I breastfed Tirzah Mae and she fell into a “deep, unlabored sleep”. She slept for four hours (longer than she’s slept at a stretch since returning from Lincoln on Easter Sunday). <\/p>\n
And her mother relaxed into sleep as well. The worst is over. The child will live (and so will her mother.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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