Sleep Deprivation Torture

In 2001 after the Terrorist Attacks hit the United States, the CIA changed up their interrogation techniques and began using sleep deprivation as a form of torture. 

You know what would really be great?

Instead of keeping the 'could be' terrorists awake for hours at a time, just give them a baby. 

It comes with the added element of surprise. Will this baby sleep through the night or will it be up every two hours? Who knows!! 

It could be a fun game! Up the ante, if you know what I'm saying.

Heck, you know what...I have a baby they can borrow! 

 

Speaking of Sleep Deprivation Torture, Luca has started this great new tradition that I am just really loving.

Each morning between 4am and 5am, Luca wakes up. I get out of bed, and bring him into bed with me. It's no biggie, this part has been happening since I brought him home from the hospital. I feed him and we sleep; its a great system.

But theres this new part he's been adding.

Right when I'm about to fall asleep, Luca lets out this high-pitched, toe-curling, goose-bump inducing, shriek.

If you were to walk by my condo when this shrieking starts, you'd wonder if Dexter lived there and was beginning the live dismemberment of his victims.

This has been going on for about a week now. He shrieks two, three, four ... sometimes seven times and at various time intervals too, before he finally...FINALLY chooses to go back to sleep.

He sleeps so peacefully after too; I almost forget how I had just been thinking about having wine for breakfast..almost. And while Luca, is now fast asleep at 9am, the rest of us are wide awake and currently haven't used an alarm clock in a week. 

I'm not sure why Luca thinks he so hard done by, but as he invokes CIA torture methods on me, I'm beginning to research if it really is possible to sell your children to the zoo. Purely Coincidental, I'm sure. 

 

I could never sell him to the zoo, anyways. Look at how freaking happy he is! 

Katt Ruzic

Calgary, AB, T3N0L1

Just your typical make-up obsessed, millennial Momma blogging about the trials and tributes of raising a little boy to be the perfect gentleman. Surviving single-parenthood with humour, copious amounts of coffee and knowing that when coffee doesn't cut it anymore, switching to wine doesn't make you a bad mom.