I am probably going to kick myself in the morning for writing about this again. But hell, I have nothing really to lose. Perhaps if I write about last night, the gods will be with us again tonight. Otherwise, I’ll look back on this blog entry as the ultimate jinx.
Sophie slept last night – mostly. When my husband initially put her down to bed, she cried. And I told him to go back and give her an extra hug. Which he did, obedient husband that he is. And she went to bed happy instead of sad.
Needless to say, we didn’t hear her until about 5 am. It definitely sounded like a night terror – she was screeching to the heavens. But been there, done that – and we ignored her. She fell back to sleep after a few minutes and woke up again at her normal 6:30 or so hour.
I know, I know. Those of you who usually sleep in are thinking, crazy mom is happy with a 5 AM wake-up call? No, I’m not particularly happy about it. But it’s a huge improvement over alarm bells every two hours. Trust me.
Needless to say, the suspense is mounting for tonight. Was last night’s relative improvement just a blip on the radar? Will she continue the forward momentum or will she regress to pre-Monday madness? Stay tuned.