It's official. You've done it. You've slept through the night. Last night I put you to bed just before seven and, as usual, you sang to yourself for a few minutes. By 7:10, I stopped hearing you. I heard a little whine at 10:20, and another at 10:30, but nothing more.
I went to bed and woke at 2:00, listening for you. Why, I wonder, when I have hoped so long for you to sleep without waking me, am I waking myself? I found it hard to sleep all night. I lay there in the dark, worried you weren't ok. I wanted to check on you, but the logical part of my mind reminded me you were fine and that checking would only wake you up. So I lay there. I slept some, but mostly I waited.
At 6:47, I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard the beginning of your morning chatter. Your Dad went and got you and you were all smiles and giggles as you snuggled in our bed. I sat back, overwhelmed by the love I have for you, my tiny, perfect boy.
Now let's see what we can do about making this a regular occurrence, ok?
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