Now, to get some sleep…

I have never been an insomniac; on the contrary, I am a self-proclaimed “opportunistic” sleeper. I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat…whatever that means. In the past, I frequently woke up in the act of falling face-first.

Ever since the birth of our daughter, Sophia, almost 4 years ago, we have had a challenging time getting sleep. Her coming home on an apnea/bradycardia monitor was unsettling to the point where we had her co-sleep with us. Fast forward three years when our son Julian was born, and we were making the same mistake, although without a definitive reason.

Throw in an increasing demand on my time with school and our emerging roles with the children, Antonella and I were faced with the fact that I was tired and she was exhausted.

So, I decided that it was time for Julian to try to sleep in the crib by himself this past Friday. The result was he woke up twice on Friday night and had to be soothed. The next night, nada. Zip. He slept nine continuous hours. Last night, even more. I think he appreciates the idea of sleeping alone far more than we could ever imagine.

School is done for the semester. I did poorly, but it is still salvageable: I will have an extra semester to finish now. The good news is I think I can keep my sanity.