So...drumroll...last night I slept for 8 hours straight! Taylor went down like a champion, about 10 minutes in her crib with no crying or standing and she was out. She didn't wake up until 12:30, but I slept through that waking since Bruce takes the first half of the night. Then she didn't wake again until 5:00 this morning. Oh my goodness...I have been dreaming about 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep since long before little T was born. (Anyone who's had a kid knows about the 500 trips per night to pee during the 3rd trimester...)
It's funny, we started this whole "sleep training" deal as an act of desperation, and it has now kind of become a way of life, so to speak. It's actually working. I can't believe it. And honestly, there is a part of me that really questions if it really is working or if we are just having a good week and then next week we'll be right back where we started, cranky zombies. I feel like we are sinking into a normal routine of how things should be and it feels good!
Taylor is happier, so when she's awake, she is much more interactive and just plain fun to play with. She's babbling, cruising, laughing, and moving all over the place! It's amazing...she's amazing. And then, instead of her staying up until whenever we go to bed, as was the case just a few short months ago, she's drifts off to dream land, and it gives Bruce and I a chance to be together again. Granted, by that time we're both drained and all we want to do is sit in front of the tv, but still, we do it together. It's sort of like regaining your best friend or something. Might sound silly...
Fingers crossed that the trend continues...
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