My name is Deborah and I have been sleep-free for 12 1/2 months...

My name is Deborah and I USED to be a sleepaholic. Sleep was once my drug of choice... If I was happy, unhappy, tired, bored, full, or pregnant I would open a bottle of sleep and indulge for hours; sometimes 12-14 straight. Of course a nice bit of white noise went perfectly with my bottle of sleep, a whirring, buzzing electric fan all year round would keep me snoozing and drown out the sounds of the noisy Oak Bay Lodge... Seriously, an old folks home, very noisy (about 24 ambulances in a 24-hour period), and did I mention brighter than a hospital hallway? Anyway, sleep, my addiction, my escape, how I loved it so.
It has been 12 1/2 months since I touched the stuff, not a drop of sleep has touched these eyelids... I am proud to say that I am no longer a sleepaholic, I don't even sneak a mini bottle into my purse and pull it out while I am in a secluded space when no one is around... My blood flows through my veins with not a single c.c. of sleep!
Thank you Sienna for making mommy quit the stuff, you inspire me every day to be sleep-free! Who needs sleep when you can have a snuggle with a beautiful baby girl instead?