I got home from work yesterday with the calm assurance that I would be able to sleep an entire night away in my own bed. I held that assurance close throughout all the Sprout craziness and general daily tasks I have to complete every day. I would start to get cranky or overwhelmed, and that sweet little thought would pop up in my mind. It was such a giddy feeling to know that I would be enjoying a full 8 hours in that wonderfully wacky world known as Dreamland.
The headache started around 7pm. I ignored it, for the most part, cuz that's what I do with pain. I just pretend it's not there in the hopes that by doing so, it will go away.
By the time I finally went to bed (a little after 10pm), the headache had reached monster proportions. I was feeling a little nauseous, and couldn't complete a thought. I drifted off to a fitful sleep praying fervently that all I needed was a full night's rest to ease the headache. A couple hours later, Mr. Barefoot came to bed and I was woken from the terrible pain-induced dreams.
Around 2 am, I finally gave up on laying in bed. I got up, found the Tylenol and ibuprofen, and took a hot (HOT) shower. I whined. I cried.
Finally, sometime after 3am, the pain eased off enough that I thought I could sleep.
Then the baby woke me at 7:10am.
I still have the headache. I am still exhausted.
But I am grateful for those few hours of sleep.