It was a knockout! The CPAP had won. But it was only a temporary victory...
For whatever reason, I had the worse night yet in my fight to conquer the CPAP. My husband had to turn on the light twice--and get up to help me... At first, I was totally unable to get the nasal pillow to fit correctly. In the dark, I tried to adjust the straps--NOT a good idea, as I found out. When the light was turned on, we discovered that I had gotten the velcro straps attached to straps one could never believe they could reach. I was all twisted up. After getting it straightened out, I tried again to sleep.
Mumble. Grumble. Gnashing of teeth... Thrashing about...
The light comes on again, and my husband asks what is wrong.
This time, I felt like I wasn't getting enough air. Now, this was not a new problem. I had been struggling with the level of air coming out when I used the "ramp", a feature which turns down the air flow and then slowly raises it. This feature is great--but the respiratory therapist had turned it too low. We got out the manual and found that we could increase the initial level. We turned it from 40 up to 60...and, before turning off the light, I took two Tylenol PM's...didn't want to take any more chances.... Lights out.
I was out.
CPAP-1, Leah-1 !
Once again, I was victorious. (And my poor husband finally got some sleep, too!)