I was so hopeful on Sunday, but Little L’s cold set us back a bit and we struggled for a few days. Her cough worried me and I didn’t let her cry with the wild abandon that I’d adopted during the week. She woke up a few times during the night and ended up in our bed before morning. But she never did wake at 11 again, so I was still feeling pretty confident.
On Wednesday night she woke up, screaming bloody murder, at 1am and I just didn’t have the strength to let her cry herself back to sleep. I was tired and stressed out about work. I just wanted to hold her tight and take comfort from her warmth and sweetness. I pulled her from her crib and tucked her in next to me and as her sobs slowed we both fell asleep. When I got up in the morning I was sure that I’d just thrown all our hard work out the window.
But my baby is a star, and last night she showed me just how brightly she could shine. I put her in her crib, wide awake, around 8pm. She didn’t cry. Yes, that’s right. She. Didn’t. Cry. She went to sleep after mumbling for a few minutes. But that’s not even the best part! After going to sleep without crying she slept until 4:45. That’s almost ten hours between feeds. This from a child who a week ago couldn’t go three hours at night without eating. But that’s still not the best part! Well, ok, that is the best part, but there’s more! After I fed her she was tossed and turned and practiced seeing just how far she could push her pointy toes into my flabby stomach. Five minutes later and I was done with being pummeled. I took a risk and dumped her back into her crib. And. She. Went. Back. To. Sleep. Without. Crying. I know! It was amazing.
And tonight? She did it again! Not a peep. I think we’ve won the sleep war. Or I just jinxed myself. Whatever, last night rocked, that’s good enough for now.
Happy weekend everyone!
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