It's been two weeks exactly since I have had an ounce of coffee, or just caffeine in general. Although, I do think Caribou snuck some in my sparkling water the other day, we won't count that. I have to say I didn't think I could do it. I am not planning to give it up forever, but just going on a little hiatus for a while.
Last weekend I did a little research and found that
technically an individual could "overdose" on caffeine at 250mg or more. I looked back on how much coffee I actually took in within a day's time frame and I think it's a very good possibility I was "overdosing." Not to the point where I should check in to the Betty Ford Clinic or anything, but it wasn't good. I suppose it could be a good explanation for my headaches EVERYDAY among other side effects. Needless to say, it's been a good break and I've been sleeping a lot better.
This past weekend was pretty great. I have to say, I am pretty impressed with my husband. He has taken the time to learn how to help me out in my studio via Youtube research. He took it upon himself to familiarize himself with light meters, and other lighting techniques. It really helped in my shoot on Sunday because I can honestly say it was my best one yet. I am so unbelievably excited about this opportunity, and can't wait to take the business to the next level. Especially if he is going to start taking an interest in it as well.
Last week, was kind of a rough one on the home-front. Sadie has always been a pretty good sleeper for the most part, but last Wednesday she woke up literally screaming about an hour after we put her to bed. I rushed in there to try and figure out what was going on, but realized that she was dreaming and tried to get her back to sleep. I walked out of her room for the second time and then not even 5 minutes later she started crying out again. I thought it might be a good idea to wake her up out of it so she could get it out of her head, worst. idea. ever.
She started trembling, just shaking so hard, and just wasn't acting like herself. She could barely talk to me and it was like she was having some type of reaction to something. Of course I start to freak out. She just kept saying, "mommy, something doesn't feel right. I don't know what is happening!" So hearing that out of her mouth kind of sent me into full on panic mode wondering what in God's name is going on. I sat with her for a few moments and tried to calm her, but it just seemed like nothing was working, and she couldn't be soothed. I was on the verge of taking her in to the ER. After about 20 minutes, she finally calmed.
The next morning I found out that she was dreaming about Anthony dying. She said that she "saw it in his eyes that daddy was dying." Then apparently, I came in to save him. So, ever since this nightmare, we have been having a heck of a time trying to get her to sleep. Each night it seems to get a little better, but it just bothers me that she had such an awful, vivd dream that would scare her to that extent. That's parenthood though, taking all the little phases one day at a time.
Until we meet again.