Oh yes. And not a moment too soon. I don’t know if it was a fluke, but he did sleep 3 hours and then after a feeding 4 hours. Unbelievable. I actually went to see if he was ok. Even if it was a fluke, I’ll take it.
I was reaching some kind of not so great point last night where I was starting to have some free floating anxiety and was finding myself crying easily as well. The anxiety was the most troubling. I was lying next to him trying to sleep and was unable to. Anticipating a flinch, a sound, a grunt as he wakes up. Like my body was saying, “Why bother?” and so I couldn’t sleep. It was like trying to sleep while waiting for someone to come pound on your door any minute.
I feel much much better today! Sleep is the miracle drug.
And on this beautiful morning Faris and I took a walk with the babe and our dog to a neighborhood coffee shop. We sat (!) and had breakfast while the wind played with Sufyan’s soft baby hair. He is lovely, life is good.
Happy St Patty’s Day!