|Posted by email@example.com on July 5, 2020 at 1:30 PM|
Once home, I read the concussion literature and worry about his sleeping. I just want to keep him awake. I'm nervous and it shows. I read snippets to Ben but he assures me he is fine.
I'm sleeping in the living room with you. I don't want you alone. He smiles, yes, a sleepover.
To be clear, it's the day bed for me and the electric bed for him. It's set up like a kids B&B - 2 singles in the same room but it will allow me to monitor him. I have plans to stay awake and ensure his breathing and safety.
In the morning, I know I failed. I wake with a start and bolt upwards to look at him, to see if he's okay. He's already awake.
Darn, I say. I was going to stay awake all night and keep you up. I guess I didn't do a good job.
Oh, he says, you did a great job. I couldn't sleep at all... with your snoring. I was awake all night. Good job, honey.