Ah coffee
It's the greatest thing in the universe, next to chocolate, of course.
I'm officially a member of the coffee club.
It's funny though. I didn't become a member of the coffee club until I had a child. Before that it was just a novelty, yummy dessert drink that I hit up Starbucks or Dunkin for. Now it's a necessity; like oxygen is to humans.
After my son was born, he developed a server case of sleep apnea. I didn't sleep for three years. Yes, you heard me: three years! But before I realized what was going on I tried every single method known to man to get him to sleep. I read so many books on the subject, that amazon still suggests those kind of books for me and my son is eight now! So if you've got questions on how to get that kid of yours to sleep, I'm your girl.
I became desperate and finally picked him up. Oooooo.... all you sleep specialists out there just flipped out on me. The number one thing they all say is let him cry. Well, thank goodness I did, because I began to notice subtle signs that something just wasn't right. When he was little I used to pace and hold him in my arms. He would relax a little and I would feel his breath catch and then came the crying. Oh, the crying. My poor baby, if only someone would have listened to me earlier, I would have saved myself years of fear and aggravation. I spent every moment with him at night. When he was little I paced and when he was old enough for a big boy bed I slept with him. You can only imagine what that did to my marriage.
During his whole first three years of life this continued. I only took off 6 and 1/2 months from work before I went back. I'm a teacher, so I needed energy and the only way I could get it was coffee. I most likely drank it from breakfast to the end of school. The only time I didn't was when I was out of cash for the day or simply ran out. However if it wasn't for coffee and a supportive family: my husband and my in-laws, I never would have survived.
Finally, I was able to get a doctor to believe me. Once this happened we first had Kyle wear an ankle monitor for measure his movements. Needless to say he was all over the place because every time I heard his breath catch I had to shake him to get him to breath again. I stayed awake almost all night long. The next step was the sleep study. This was the scariest and most relieving moment ever. He wasn't breathing 39 times in an hour. Yes, you heard me, 39 times in an hour! I had my proof; time to fix this.
Within a month his surgery was scheduled. He had his tonsils, adenoids, and his nose done. About a month went by and he was better. That's it; one month and my life started to be normal. YAY!
But the damage is done. I cannot start any day without my liquid fuel. I know so many of you out there are like this too.
The coffee club is huge and it's a club I have no problem being a part of.
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