
Ok... So I may not have the best parental advice. It may be because I have no experience at all with it. So, I will tell you about my latest "thing":
I have recently been diagnosed with severe sleep apnea. I was reluctant at first to admit that I might suffer from this. Even though I have been told by others that my snoring might be a little loud, and my friends have told me that they noticed I stop breathing sometimes when I am asleep. I was sure that the reason I was getting up one hundred and two times a night to use the restroom was because I drank too much before I went to bed. Apparently when you stop breathing, your muscles contract in order to wake you up. This presses on your bladder and makes you have to use the bathroom. Who knew?
My doctor thought I should have a sleep study. This is when you go to a sleep clinic and sleep with all these electrode things on your head and other parts of your body. They have a camera, so the technician can watch you sleep from another room. There is no clock in the room on purpose. You can ask my sister how important it is for me to have a clock. It is not exactly the easiest place to fall asleep. I have talked to people who said they had no problem falling asleep in this environment. I on the other hand knew I would be nervous. My Doctor prescribed ambien to me, and I took a pill after the technician hooked me up to all these wires and things. I then used the restroom and saw myself in the mirror. I looked like something out of some Sci-fi movie or something.
I couldn't fall asleep. The technician had to unhook me from some stuff so I could use the restroom again, and I took ANOTHER sleeping pill. Then the technician had to make sure the wire connected to my foot was on correctly. I was laying in the bed and thought it might be helpful if I put my foot closer to him. He bent over at the same time, and I ended up kicking him in the YOU KNOW WHERE! My technician gritted his teeth and smiled acting like nothing had happened. I was laying there all drugged up feeling a little bad.
Apparently I do stop breathing a lot when I am sleeping. In order to prevent a heart attack or stroke in bed I get to use what is called a CPAP. That is me in the picture above getting ready to sleep for the night. I am still trying to get used to wearing the mask while I sleep, and it is getting easier. I have heard that after a couple of weeks of sleeping with the thing on, I will have all kinds of energy and stuff. I can't wait!
By the way... How are you planning to spend your stimulus checks?