This is something you won’t see very often…Ella sleeping. Sleeping so hard she has slobbered all over MY pillow. Of course, this isn’t at 3 a.m. It’s 3 p.m. and this nap only lasted 30 minutes.
After consulting with our pediatrician, Ella has been given some medication to help with her insomnia. She explained that Ella just doesn’t require sleep and that this will be a wonderful trait in college…even though it’s just about to kill us now. This is a last resort effort. We were thrilled with the thought of our first “all-nighter.”
Boy, were we WRONG. I was so assured that this miracle medication would work that I told my husband to go work on the rental property while I proceed to take care of two children and do my bowel prep before surgery.
The medication is to be given 1/2 tsp. at bedtime and to repeat in 30 minutes if still awake. SO…
Bath time came. We put on pajamas…and medicate.
Ella gets in her bed…and cries for a few minutes. I try to let her “cry it out.”
As Rachel and I are cuddling in bed watching Alvin and the Chipmunks…I smell something strange. I keep asking Rachel if she passed gas (which is a common occurrence). She adamantly denies again and again.
At this point, Ella is still crying and my bowel prep is starting to take hold….you know, when you get to the point of holding your butt cheeks together and running to the toilet. Yeah, that’s where I was at. However, I decided to check on Ella before I go to the bathroom.
Low and behold, there’s Ella in all her glory. Naked as the day she was born. That putrid smell is burning my nose…Where is it coming from???? No need for further investigation. Ella had taken off all her clothes…crapped the bed…peed the bed…and because she has a weak stomach like her Daddy…decided the smell was too much…and puked right on top of it.
I could have cried and crapped myself at the same time.
My friend has told me that she has read this is a sign of being gifted. This ain’t gifted. This is just being bull-headed. The child is just sending out the message that she ain’t sleeping….and I can’t make her.
I hear you Ella. Loud and clear.
