Well it took seven months, but it finally happened. I woke up in a panicked haze this morning and realized something felt different. It wasn’t just my rock hard boobs either. It was the time of day! I darted my eyes over to the clock and had to blink a few times to process what had happened. It was 5:30am – not an unusual time of day for us to be waking, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember getting up during the night!
Of course I woke up my husband – how could we SLEEP through such an event!? “Casey, wake up! It’s 5:30!” I think at first he thought I was implying he was late getting up for work. Then the significance sunk in, and we did a sleepy high five.
For the past few weeks we’ve been trying to our hardest to get Cullen to sleep through the night on his own. Up until now, he’s been waking at least once – usually between 1 and 3 – for a feeding. Recently, instead of me getting up to feed Cullen at night, Casey has gone in as the soother – offering pacifiers, backrubs, and reassurance. Some nights have been better than others. One night in particular involved about an hour of pretty sad crying. But every time, Cullen did get himself to sleep eventually.
Even with Casey’s midnight soothing, Cullen was still waking up around 4am looking for breakfast. We were trying to ease him into dropping the midnight feeding somewhat slowly, so I was willing to cave at 4am the past few days. And then out of nowhere – 4am came and went, and we all kept on snoozing.
Of course he decided to sleep through the night on a night where I stayed up late and went to bed after midnight, so I still didn’t exactly feel well rested the next day. But I am certainly not complaining! Tonight I’m headed to bed early in hopes that perhaps I might get an actual 8 hour stretch of sleep for the first time in over seven months.
Let’s hope this is the future, and not just a fluke.