Anne went to sleep last night at 11:00. When the alarm clock buzzed at 5:45 this morning, I panicked. Thanks to Anne, I always wake up before the alarm clock! Something must be wrong!
I raced to Anne’s room. She was fine. Sleeping soundly, thumb in mouth. She’d slept for almost seven hours. I was shocked.
But wait! There’s more!
I hated to wake her up, so I decided to get a shower and wash and dry my hair. Then I checked my e-mail. Then I cleaned the litter boxes. All while Anne slept.
Finally, at 6:45, I woke her up. I feel like this should be a headline in a major publication: “Mother Wakes Newborn in Morning!” It seems as backward to me as “Man Bites Dog.”
So, at nine and a half weeks of age, my baby slept for almost eight hours.* Hallelujah!
Life feels just a little bit easier today.
*At least I think she slept that long. There is a chance that she woke up at her usual 5:00 a.m. and cried, and then went back to sleep when we didn't hear or respond. I really hope that didn't happen, though.