Last night was better, for the most part. We had a fun evening of play, and the kids went down with nary a peep of protest. I had been in a cleaning frenzy at the office and let it continue to home, spending some time organizing my desk, filing, and updating our very outdated twin-picture website.* I was in bed at around 10:30 p.m., exhausted, and nervous. I was right back to the newborn days, filled with that sense of dread, knowing that I was going to fall asleep only to be woken up by a baby's cry.
And sure enough, at 11:30 p.m., screams from the Ri-Man. Eleven-thirty! My only thought was, "This is going to be a long night."
He went right back to sleep after a hug and reassurances that Mama was right next door. Of course, he only slept until 12:30 a.m. But again, right back to sleep. (Well, two minutes of screaming, then he was out.) But then he slept until 6:40 a.m. He cried a few times, but just brief hollers; I'm not even sure he was awake. Of course, Maddie decided to have her own personal scream-fest at 3:00 a.m., but a quick Binky location and she was right back out.
But then there was me. Sleeping? That's a different story. It really was like being back in those early days, when I would sleep but never a deep sleep, just waiting for the sound of a baby who was awake. I can't believe I lived on that kind of sleep for months, without even the happy thought of caffeinated coffee to keep me going! Yowza.
So here's to things just steadily improving for the Ri-Man in the sleep department. Improvement for him means improvement for me. And here's to it being Idol night! Yeah.
*If you would like the URL for the twin pic website, send me an e-mail and I'll give it to you.