Oh, Glorious Sleep

Take a look at this, she's sleeping. Sssshhhh, don't wake the baby. Are you kidding? From day one, we decided it's best to make noise around her so she's use to it. The result, she'll sleep through anything, during the day that is. Night time is another matter. She's up every hour or two ready to eat, actually snack. We can't get her to eat a full meal at one sitting. When we tried some tactics to make her eat more, the result was, how shall I say it, unfortunate. I'll just tell you that I had to change into different pajamas. So, we let her decide how much to eat, thus causing me to get up every couple of hours or so.

However, I am happy to report that last night was different. Everything seemed the same as usual, except when I looked at the clock to see what ungodly hour I was getting up to my daughter's pleas for food, I noticed four hours had lapsed. FOUR!!! Not one, not two, but FOUR!!!

Happily I went through the same ritual I do every night of feeding her, changing her, feeding her until she's in a milk coma, putting her in a sleep sac in her bed (no blankets due to SIDS), and finally putting myself back into bed. When I awoke to yet another desperate plea for food, I looked at the clock, and lo and behold, three hours had passed. THREE!!! Was it possible? Let's see, four plus three equals, hmmm, seven. SEVEN!!! Holy jumping sheep, Batman, I got seven hours of sleep. Whoo-hoo!