A man never sleeps , has never had to , and does n't suffer physically from this condition ... What would he do ? What would his life be like ?

My parents suffered the most. All of the other newborns at Good Samaritan Hospital would cry, sleep, eat, sleep, fill their tiny diapers with meconium, and sleep. When I was sated by my mother's milk, I would just stare with wide, haunting eyes as my body lay limp. I must have looked brain dead, or dying. 
 
 The doctors would n't let me go home for 2 months and one day. But I was n't kept in the incubators with the lucky ones, the infants with actual problems. They just kept a room open for my mother to stay with me while specialist after specialist did test after test. On my 2nd-month birthday, I was released, but they kept us there another day because mom had cried herself to dehydration, over her baby who she imagined was dying. 
 
 Fact is, I was somehow perfectly well. But how could my parents know that? As the months dragged on, mom and dad began taking shifts to watch me, for fear that being alone and awake for 8 hours in a stretch would make me insane for lack of stimulation. But that meant night shifts for them both. Dad became useless at work because of the exhaustion, and was fired two days before my first birthday. 
 
 Mom was the first one to give up on me, and it saved our family. I think she was about to leave dad, because they never saw each other anymore; one was always sleeping, while the other took care of me. And she had already been regularly falling asleep in the middle of her shift, completely spent. She woke up at 2am, filled my crib with non-choking-hazardous toys, walked quietly into their bedroom, and turned off the alarm. Dad would sleep that night, and I would have to be okay. I *had to*. 
 
 I was.
