Where’s my cake?
Since he was, oh, maybe, three days old, people have been asking us, “Is he sleeping through the night yet?” We didn’t know anything, so we felt like he should have been and that we were unlucky and that all newborns slept 12 hours in blissful silence.
Since then we’ve heard from enough other parents and read enough books to know that our response should have been, “No, of course he’s not sleeping through the @#$*& night yet. Shut up, get out and don’t come back without a casserole.” We’ve also learned that it’s a relative term. For at least a month he’s slept for 10 hours or so, only waking once to feed. We learned that made us very lucky.
Well last night, in celebration of his four month birthday, he did, in fact, with no ambiguity…
“cue the celestial choir”
… sleep through the night. He went to sleep at 7:30 p.m., blarked and werfled a bit at 5:00 a.m. but then fell back asleep until 5:45, when he awoke with his characteristic big morning smile.
And there was much rejoicing, none more than by the Mommy, who does not do quite as well as the Daddy when it comes to sleep deprivation.
Of course, who knows what he’ll do tonight.