Thursday, February 19, 2009


Twelve beautiful hours.

As in, the number of consecutive hours that Beckett slept last night.

Days shy of 15 months old, and he is finally sleeping though the night. Which means that I am sleeping through the night...almost. I did wake up at 2:00 a.m. in a brief panic. If you're a mom you too may have experienced the "I have been asleep for more than four hours and he's still sleeping- oh, no what's wrong with my child!" phenomenon. But it took no time at all for the panic to subside, and sleepy gratitude settle in.

I could get used to this. Please.


The Moore Family said...

I'm waiting for that day! It happens occassionally, but she does things like this morning when, as I type this, it is 9:30 and no peep from her. I'm trying not to panic, but going to get her soon.

jwn said...

woohoo! hope it's continued.. i feel so fortunate that i rarely have to feed chloe in the middle of the night anymore, and i know what a huge difference it makes. i usually wake her up and feed her before i go to bed around 10, and then we're usually good till at least 5, sometimes 6, 7 or 8. but i still keep having dreams that i've gone somewhere for too long and suddenly realize i haven't fed her..=p