What a Snore

Monday was Theo's Sleep Apnea Test day. He snores often, and wakes up startled a lot. So his ped. referred us to this pulminary center in the Brooklyn ghetto. The hospital was nice, though.

We were told to sleep deprive him so he'd sleep for his 11 AM test. He went to bed at 7 on Sunday night, tired after the Mets game, and we woke him up at 4:30 Monday morning. I planned for disaster. I had his Baby Einstein video and milk waiting for him when he woke up. To my surprise, he didn't cry. He groggily cuddled with me on the couch and watched his video, talking along with it after only a few minutes. I was amazed. He was taking being awake a heckuva lot better than Joe and I were (Joe decided to wake up too).

Theo was a bundle of energy until the long train ride into Brooklyn, when he kept trying to nod off. Joe kept him awake by bouncing him around. Theo alternated between laughter and trying to sleep.

At the hospital, the pulminary center lacked logic. On the door to the room with the bed were loud metal blinds that loudly clunked every time the door opened or closed. And the doctor running the test chose to slam the door every time she walked in or out while Theo was sleeping. Plus, there was no soft music or even a comfy blanket or pillow that I'd expect them to give a child. Instead, harsh paper laid out on the bed. Hygenics, smygenics, I removed it. Despite the obstacles the center went out of its way to provide, Theo was such a good boy and slept soundly for 3 hours. We'll get the results next week.

To celebrate, we went to Di Fara's on Avenue J for NY's best pizza. If you haven't tried it, it's worth the trek.