Maybe it was the single cup of coffee I drank Monday morning.
For some reason, the new little manling slept 5 1/2 straight hours on Monday night. I won’t lie to you. I lay awake in my bed after the first 4 1/2 hours, just watching the clock and waiting for him to squeak. Yes, I got up once to check his breathing. Yes, I jumped up again and nursed him at the first little squeak, which did not at all resemble a genuine cry.
And then, when he went back to sleep and I laid him in his own little bed at 5:30, I just lay there in my own bed, wondering what to do next. After all, I had already slept an idyllic 4 1/2 hours, plus the time I lay awake waiting for him to wake up. I waited til 6, then decided to share the joy with hubby: I got up and made his coffee and breakfast, and packed his lunch.
Oh, but that’s not quite the end. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t entirely convinced that my single cup of coffee should receive all the credit. Call it mother’s intuition, or just chalk it up to my own contrary nature. I wanted to test it.
Yesterday morning, I skipped the coffee.
The day passed as usual.
The baby dozed off a little after 10 PM. And he didn’t wake up until…
…are you waiting?
…you won’t believe it.
He didn’t wake up until…
You’re going to hate me.
That little kid slept over 7 hours. So did I. And he woke up pleasant. Yes, he was ready to eat, but first he smiled at me. He was really glad to see me. And I was really glad to see him. I like that little guy.
I don’t expect it to happen every night – it probably wouldn’t be good for him this early – but I it sure was nice, and now I feel some hope that he’ll be sleeping through the night reasonably early like 8 of his 9 siblings did.