Trumpets Shall Sound and Bells Shall Ring

This morning is a glorious morning. Even the two inches of snow that impeded my morning drive looked bright and fluffy as I sat in traffic. My eyes are bright and I’m sure if I had a tail it would be bushy.

Without further adieu, let me just get to the point: last night, for the first time in 13 months, I slept through the night! Yes, *I* did - not Coco. I did not have to get up to put the paci back in, I did not wake up to check the baby monitor, I did not wake up to check the baby, I did not wake up to clean up dog vomit, I did not even wake up to pee. I went to bed exhausted at 9:30 last night and apart from a vague, dream-like recollection of hubby getting up for Coco at around 1:30am, I was OUT! I didn’t even know what to do with myself when my alarm went off this morning. I was already awake about 10 mins before and starting unbelievingly at the clock.

You see, hubby and I split each night into "shifts". He gets the 10-2 shift, and I get the 2-6 shift. Two nights ago, hubby was pooped and so I pulled a double shift (mainly because I couldn't wake his tired butt up at 11:30 when Coco wanted her paci). Last night Coco was silent after 1:30 and my subconscious finally accepted the fact that maybe, just maybe, she was sleeping peacefully and not befalling some horrible fate.

I have not pulled this off since my second trimester of pregnancy. I was truly, truly starting to wonder if I would ever sleep through the night again. Glory be, my prayers were answered. On top of that, its Valentine’s week, and today I get a haircut. Hey it’s the little things but on top of a full night’s sleep they look grand.

I’m sure tonight we’ll be back to the night waking either to plug little one back in, or to check and see why she hasn’t woken up wanting to be plugged back in. It’s a no-win neurotic catch-22. All I know is that somehow, last night I escaped it and that memory will hopefully get me through the next 13 months.