All moms probably remember the first night their baby slept so long that you wake up disoriented because your body does not know what to do with a full night's sleep. Well. It happened! Finally. I needed it. Elizabeth went to bed around 11. I woke up around 7, the sun was already up, and I thought to myself, "
Oh my god, she must be dead. I haven't heard her all night." I was confused, thinking I
must have gotten up sometime in the middle of the night and did not remember. But, no. I actually got a full night's sleep.
Once I pulled the cobwebs out of my brain, I went upstairs to check on her and found her calmly and sweetly sleeping. She woke up shortly thereafter (probably because I grabbed her hand and startled her). Happy as can be.
Fluke? Or the start of a new phase? I can only hope it is the latter because this momma is seriously sleep deprived. I am usually OK with the broken sleep, but it has been getting to me the past few days. The world looks a little brighter this morning. Amazing what a full night's sleep can do for a person!