Sleeping Over

As a kid, I always wanted to go to my friend’s house and stay overnight with her. We called it “sleeping over.” I am sure you did the same thing, even if it was only a few blocks’ distance.

See, the thing was, I wanted to get away from home for one thing, just for the night, and I also wanted to be away from my sister, with whom I had to share a bed. Yes, I know it was a big double bed, but it was often too small for the two of us. And besides, that imaginary line drawn down the middle wasn’t hard and fast enough. We had many a huge fight over that line and who could sleep where. It was serious business.

Then, we had another complication: Our “little” brother often had nightmares and since Mom and Dad didn’t hear him, he came to our bed. Well, actually, he came to my sister’s side of the bed and begged to be let in. Of course she did, meaning she hauled him up into the bed, but then he was in between the two of us. So, now we had three of us in one bed with one (the smallest one!) who kicked and spread his feet all over the entire bed! He ruled.

Oh, the memories! I usually think fondly of these times, and yet it is all about sleeping. How well do we sleep is the question. Soon, I will find out.

Tonight, I am “sleeping over” at the Sleep Center. I have never done this before, but I hear from many sisters that they have. Some have had a fairly positive outcome while others are somewhat negative about the experience. Some have the sleep apnea machines they use at night, while others say they refused to have to use such a machine.

I have a suspicion that I may have a sleeping disorder, but I will face the situation once I know. Pray for me that I will have the strength to bear it, whatever comes.

Mary Jane Berger, OSB

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