For the last three or so months, every night I’ve climbed into bed thinking “maybe tonight will be the night.” And every night at some point between the hours of 1 am and 3:30 am I’m up feeding Lincoln and thinking, “well, maybe tomorrow night…”
Then like magic it finally happened! Lincoln slept through the night!
The next night as Andy and I were getting ready for bed I was laughing thinking about the differences between the first, second, and third born kids.
When Rylee first slept through the night, she was just 6 weeks old. I remember waking up just after the normal wake up time wondering why she hadn’t cried out yet. After lying in bed for a few minutes and not hearing anything through the monitor, I panicked and I got up and went to make sure she was ok. Of course she was fine.
Fast forward about four years later. Reese slept through the night for the first time at about 10 weeks old. Again, I remember waking up just after her normal wake up time. Not hearing anything over the monitor I went back to sleep, tossing and turning as the night went on, occasionally waking to listen over the monitor.
Fast forward to present day. Lincoln is nearly 4 months old. Thursday night he slept through the night. And I realized it when my alarm went off on Friday morning.
Yup. Mom of the year right here! I never even stirred.
It happened two nights in a row, then he was up once again last night. I’m not expecting this to be an every night occurrence just yet, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m really looking forward to getting back into a regular thing with my good friend REM because it’s been far too long.