Does One Night a Pattern Make?

For the first night since before I turned 40, Sophie slept.  Quietly and peacefully.  Without waking up once.  I woke up this morning and slowly realized that we didn’t have a little Sophie in our bed and that I had no nightmarish memory of my husband or me sleepwalking into her room in response to her screaming pleas.

We can only pray that last night marked the dawn of a new day in Sophie world.  Of course, I realize that I’m probably jinxing it all by setting it down in the form of a blog entry, but it’s hard to rein in my excitement at the prospect of getting two straight full nights of sleep in a row, since it’s been so long.
To be continued tomorrow, with what I sincerely hope will be an affirmative answer to the question in the title of this blog.

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