After so many dark nights and cloudy days, two nights ago the clouds parted, the heavens were revealed, and choruses of angels rang out on the world. I’ve said before that Boy Blue hasn’t had a good sleep since we went to Canada. (That was seven and a half months ago if you were stuck on the math.) The thing is, before that he was only four months old, so while he was a better sleeper before than after, he was still up a couple of times a night.
The past month has been especially horrendous, his night patterns have been more grueling than when he was a newborn. I have completely derailed my getting healthy weight loss strategy because sheer survival has led me to the foods I know I should not binge. (Curses to those wonderful people at Reese’s and Cadbury’s.) My brain has been as foggy as when I was pregnant. Most days have been a war of attrition. And most of all I worried that my not-quite-one-year-old was sleeping less in a day than his three year old brother.
This week, every night as I put him to bed, going to sleep later and later each night (Saturday he didn’t wind down until 11pm! I was napping on the couch waiting for him to get sleepy,) I started each night with a small glimmer of hope/faith/comfort that things were going to turn around. I just knew that things would get better soon. Not just that desperate “things have to get better because they can’t get worse” hope, but a true spark of faith that things would truly get better soon.
Two nights ago he went down at 10:30, and awoke again at 11:30. I was geared up for another long night, but our next waking was not until 7 am. The clouds parted, the heavens opened, and legions of angels sang with the morning songbirds.
He did wake up shrieking, but I was just so happy to have slept through the night for the first time in … years?
Last night he went down at 9:30, not waking until 7. This morning he woke up happily, and I got him when I heard him shaking his crib and starting to talk.
The clouds parted, the heavens opened, and every celestial being cried out “HALLELUJAH!”
Tomorrow the little man turns one, and I have so much hope for this coming year.