I heard that it could happen, but refused to let myself believe it - to have hope - not wanting to be disappointed. It seemed such a fantasy. Unattainable. Unimaginable. Delicious.
But then, one day it just started happening.
And then it happened again.
And now, it seems a reality, though now I don't want to acknowledge it for fear I might jinx the whole thing and ruin everything.
Abbey is now sleeping 12 hours a night. TWELVE. Like, in a row. Consecutive. Without breaks. Without 4am feedings. Or 2am feedings. She goes to sleep at 6pm and wakes up at 6am.
You know what this means, right? I'm getting to sleep, too! And once in a while, when neither the Yankees, or Hockey, or whatever shoot 'em up testosteroni video game is not being played, I get to snuggle up on the couch with my husband and watch a movie. Sometimes with cocktails!
I remember what this feels like - vaguely. It was a distant memory. I didn't know if I'd ever see these days again.
Can I just say that six months is a wonderful, magical age?