I thought the day would never come. Well, I knew it would, I just couldn't dare to even think of it, lest I jinx it and make it so far off in the future I could weep just to gaze upon it. But finally, it happened.
I got a full night of sleep.
The weekend was still a bit mixed, but overall, it was awesomeness. Friday night, Anne slept from her bedtime at 7:30 pm until about 5:15 am. And that in of itself was fabulous, and heartening. I really don't want to be up at 5:30 am, but I understand that I really can't press the baby to go longer.
Saturday night, though, was pure magic. She slept from 7:30 pm until *6:30 am*.
Choirs of angels sang. The very gates of heaven trembled. Archangels were dispatched to swirl about in glee.
People, I haven't slept that long uninterrupted since August 2010, and that is the honest to goodness truth. No exaggeration.
I didn't even know what to do with myself when I woke up. I actually felt like a normal, rested person.
Last night wasn't quite as good, but given that our standards have risen (meaning that we actually *have* standards for sleep that aren't "as long as I can stagger to work the next day...") it wasn't that bad. She woke around midnight and fussed for about 30 minutes, but went back to sleep. So that woke us up and then I had to get back to sleep after she went back. And that would have been fine, had she slept until 6 am. But she didn't. :) She was up for the day at 5 am. And so it goes.
Still, that's considerably better than what we've been dealing with for the past year, so I'll take it.
I will take it. And I actually feel hopeful that we'll get a decent amount of sleep regularly now. I could just weep in gratitude.