Alex slept through the night! Not once, but twice! And in a row! I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this is a trend. Even if he continues to wake up at 6:30 in the morning every day, I’ll just adjust my bed time and make it work. Sure, 6:30 in the morning is terribly early. In my opinion, waking up that early should never happen. Ever. It’s ungodly. Or something like that. But, if he continues to sleep through the night and insists on waking up at that hour I’ll just go to bed earlier.
I am kind of in shock. To think that I could start sleeping like a normal person! That is, going to bed and being able to stay in bed, preferably asleep, until the morning. Uninterrupted sleep. Glorious sleep!
Who would have thought that interrupted sleep could be so crazy-making? It truly is worse than no sleep. There is nothing quite so awful as being utterly exhausted, overtired, getting into bed and finally falling asleep only to have your infant wake you up crying or moaning or groaning or screaming. At which point you have not only been startled awake for the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth time that time, but you have to get out of bed.
For the first 6 weeks after Alex was born, he wouldn’t sleep anywhere but in someone’s arms for more than 10 minutes. If you put him down, he would wake up less than 10 minutes later. He cried in the car, just sobbed, because he didn’t want to be alone. It scared him. Fortunately, by 2 months of age he was slightly better and would sleep by himself for short periods of time. From about 2 to 4 months of age, I would have to rock Alex to sleep, place him ever so gently down and hope that he stayed asleep. If he did, he would sleep for an hour, maybe two or three, before waking up and needing to be nursed and rocked back to sleep.
After 6 months of age, he started getting better. Instead of the 4-5 hour chunk of sleep followed by waking every 2 hours like during his 4-6 month age, he would only get up 2-3 times a night. And yes, that is only. When he started waking up twice a night I was thrilled. Then, that subsided, and I wished for once a night.
Once a night came, and now it seems to have left! The past two nights I haven’t actually slept through the night because I woke up scared. Scared that something had happened to Alex, scared that I just couldn’t hear him crying for some reason, scared that he would be screaming, or would have jumped out of his crib, or something just awful. So, for the past two nights I have crept into his room and peaked at his little body breathing heavily. And for the past two nights he has slept through the night.