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Deep Sleep = Clean Brain

Apr 28, 2014



Twice last week, sleep and stress created havoc for my children. Maggie, who is a new mother and nurse on a stressful transplant hospital unit, and Zach, who is a hands-on father of two toddlers and president of our family’s exponentially-exploding rum company ( www.brinleygoldshipwreck.com ), both had days from hell. Or at least that’s how it felt from their sleepless windows on the world. (Above: That's Evangeline in the deep sleep of infancy.)

            The article, “Sleep: The Brain’s Housekeeper,” and the research study it cites, “Sleep Drives Metabolite Clearance from the Adult Brain” were both published in Science on October 18, 2013 and brought me an entirely new perspective on what Maggie and Zach’s poor brains were experiencing from lack of a good night’s sleep.  

             “Despite decades of effort, one of the greatest mysteries in biology is why sleep is restorative, and conversely, why lack of sleep impairs brain function,” the researchers write. What they learned in the lab at the University of Rochester working with mice is that during sleep, cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) recirculates through the brain interchanging with interstitial fluid (ISF) to remove the buildup of dangerous proteins including the neuro-toxic, metabolic waste products of cellular activity and the stuff related to neuro-degenerative diseases like Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s. There is a “network of microscopic, fluid-filled channels,” writes article author Emily Underwood, that was first described by Rochester researcher Maiken Nedergaard. Called the glymphatic system, it’s a lot like the lymphatic system in the rest of the body and something the brain sorely needs with its high metabolic rate and fragile neurons. During sleep, to make the housekeeping even more efficient as potentially toxic central nervous system junk is washed out, the channels in the brain even grow larger by more than 60 percent. 

(Charlotte has always been the best stroller or car napper!)

            This all makes such lovely sense for why we spend one-third of our lives sleeping and why we feel so crazed when we can’t get our daily rest.

18 Jul, 2017
Alexander Stone Carr was born on Dec. 16, 2016 and I met this newest – my fifth! – grandchild moments after his birth in the middle of a long night. He stared intently, wide-awake and alert, into his mother’s eyes and actually grabbed for a necklace Maggie was wearing. Both wore falling-in-love-at-first-sight facial expressions that were absolutely priceless. And since then, Alex has only grown even more expansive in the way he can speak volumes with his little face using every muscle available, even his eyebrows going up and down in what looks like real wisdom. I mean, honestly, how did he know how to smile and make eye contact at the perfect moments? He’s also talking baby gibberish, chatting seriously about what’s on his mind…though we don’t understand a word he is saying as yet. His pure joy at being here is apparent to all, even complete strangers who engage with him.
09 Jan, 2017
Maggie had a baby boy, Alexander Stone Carr. Here they are on day 1...learning to love and totally attached to one another.
20 Oct, 2016
My daughter Maggie is going to have a little boy on or about December 22 of this year. She is absolutely thrilled and absolutely caught up in nesting instinct imperatives. Please don’t knock them. “Maternal nest-building is regulated by the hormonal actions of estradiol, progesterone and prolactin,” according to Wikipedia which references a study in the Journal of Neuroendocrinology .
15 Sep, 2016
This morning one of my siblings sent an exasperating “dig” my way. I’m one of six children and right in the middle of the pack. I should be used to family dynamics by now – after all, I’m 67 – but of course, I’m not. What is absolutely extraordinary in this ordinary world of family life, is that sibling rivalry never grows old.
11 Aug, 2016
My grandchildren are incapable of lying. Even if I have broken unwritten rules while babysitting and allowed them to pick anything they want to eat at the Red Store, Finn and Charlotte will share the news of their secret treats immediately with their mother. “Guess what Grammy let us have?!”
13 Jul, 2016
I’ve had generations of experience with what society likes to call “picky eaters.” My father had very touchy taste buds, for instance, and would carefully separate the miniscule pieces of minced onion my mother had chopped so finely into her beef stroganoff. That little pile on the side of his plate after he had finished his meal was a dead giveaway. We six children grew up knowing that dad would only eat certain foods. So when my son Zach – even as an infant – showed picky-eater tendencies, I was alarmed at first. Advice-givers, medical professionals, well-meaning relatives as well as total strangers, were everywhere. It took some research to be able to withstand the onslaught from all sides. Zach is healthy, happy and brilliant. He didn’t eat his peas. So what.
29 Jun, 2016
I cry easily at happy, sad or any kind of emotional occasion. Last Monday, all three of my grandchildren cried at different points during what was actually a wonderful day. From a sibling squabble between Finn, 5, and Charlotte, almost 4, to the emotional frustration experienced by their cousin Evie at 2, the tears fell. I often beat myself up about how easily my tears show up. My older sister reminds me that when I cry I lose all my power. Damn those tears! Or maybe not?
03 May, 2016
Watching my grandchildren at play on Saturday sent me on a quest to research just how powerful happy playfulness can be. Finn, 5, Charlotte, 3 and Evie, 2, were having so much fun that I overheard Ev say, “I love playing.” I expected to find research that supported the importance of play for growing children but stumbled upon the brilliant work of social psychologist Barbara L. Fredrickson, PhD, now at the University of North Carolina. Play and the positive emotions accompanying it, are critical for adults’ physical health and intellectual well-being.
01 Oct, 2015
I’ve been doing a lot of babysitting the last few months and there is nothing more rewarding and exhausting. There is certainly a biological reason for motherhood being reserved for the younger generation. Don’t even try to talk to me after a 12-hour day with a toddler. I am so tired that I can hardly think straight. But I wouldn’t want it any other way. Not only am I growing closer and more in love with all three of my grandchildren but it turns out that my natural instinct as a grandmother to want to help my children raise their children has evolutionary rewards for all.
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