Henry slept for eight hours last night! Eight! Do you know what that means? It means I slept for eight hours in a row! Luxurious! Like, my own little spa vacation right here in my bedroom!
I put him down at eight in the evening and I didn’t hear a peep from the little fella until four in the morning. I fed him and he went right back to sleep for four more hours!
It’s so relieving and awesome and fantastic and kick ass when they start sleeping through the night, isn’t it? When you’re up every three hours and not getting more than two or three consecutive hours of sleep in a row you can become kind of, well, you can become a little murder-y, if you know what I mean.
I admitted a short time a go that Henry gets fussy around four in the morning and I bring him back into bed with me until we both get up for the day. But I haven’t done that for the past two nights, he just sleeps in his crib until morning.
I feel like celebrating. It feels like we’re slowly creeping out of the tiresome newborn phase and into real babyhood, know what I mean?
Caring for a newborn is like living underwater. You’re living way down deep. Slow motion life while the world continues at its usual frenetic pace around you. You don’t know what time it is, what day it is, your body is on automatic pilot and somebody done gone and left the traffic control tower so it doesn’t look like you’ll be landing soon. Slowly, ever so slowly you begin to climb out, not really feeling fully functional until month three or so, when the baby does what mine just did – sleep through the night! And Henry is only two months. I can’t remember, I’d have to whip out her baby book, but I think Violet took longer to sleep through the night.
How old was your baby before s/he was sleeping through the night? Do you have any tips or tricks for maximum sleepiness?