Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Don't tell Shira, but she's slept amazingly, wonderfully, delightfully well the past three nights. As in, only breastfeeding once through the night. This beautiful sleep took place after some crying, yes, but it's working. The first night she cried (and by cried I mean sobbed) for almost 90 minutes. I was just about to start sobbing myself when she stopped crying, around 8:00 pm. She didn't wake up again until 3:15. The next night she cried for one hour and woke up again at 3:00 for milk. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I was doing a special kind of happy dance in the one square foot of free space in our bedroom, which I'll also admit is not very comfortable to do with engorged breasts. But who has time to worry about a little extra milk when celebrating all that delicious sleep?
Any guesses how long Shira cried at bedtime last night? No? I'll tell you. Three minutes. I'll let you soak that in for just a minute before I continue.
It was magical. She woke up for five minutes to yell at me around 1:15, but then waited again until 3:00 before needing milk. I scooped her up and brought her bed to nurse, and if I wasn't so busy falling back asleep I would have celebrated some more. When I woke up this morning I would have given her anything she asked for. Fortunately for me, she only wanted to chew on a rubber fish. Done and done.
Good morning to all and to all a good morning! Or something like that. You get the idea.