Please play this song to best appreciate the importance of this post.
OK, it’s playing right? Here goes:
Last night, my little guy slept for 7 hours without interruption.
I put him down at 8pm, with the usual breastfeeding ritual, and he did not wake until 3am!
After 4 hours, I went to bed, convinced he’d wake up the moment my head hit the pillow, but not a peep. So I lay awake, waiting and waiting. At 1am, I heard a little cry and I sneaked into his room. I would not have believed it had I not seen it with my own eyes. My baby just rolled over and went BACK to sleep by himself.
I wanted to organize a block party and skip down the street in delirious joy!
OK, I was just delirious. And way too excited to fall asleep. So I wasted that precious time and got only 3 hours of sleep. I kept thinking this was the beginning of a new era.
Will the gods punish me for my hubris? Whatever! Let them try. I’m prepared for the inevitable setback, but I won’t despair because I know if he did it once, he can do it again.
But here’s praying he’ll do it again tonight, because I really need to sleep. Good night!
PS: I will be over-analyzing this moment in a later post. I’m wondering myself what I did differently, or what has changed in his life to achieve this momentous milestone.