Week 21 : Blog a la Cart

Last night Courtland happily put herself to sleep. The keyword here being “happily,” because up until yesterday evening, we had all had to suffer through the screams of an infant if we wanted her to put herself to bed. (So, we’d pace around nervously for 10 minutes or so before caving at the demands of 4 month old and I’d become The Human Pacifier).

But yesterday, I laid her down in the crib, eyes wide open, turned off the lights, and let myself out, preparing for the shrill cries of discontent… and nothing came.

11. Count that, 1-2-3-4… wait a second! That number is far too high. Far too many! But it’s true! 11 hours later, she finally awoke at the heavenly, reasonable hour of 7am. This eternity of sleep left me with boobs as solid as rocks from engorgement, and certain that something either unbelievably magical or terrible had occurred during the night.

I was pleasantly surprised that it was the former.

Sunny, of course, awoke at 6am, because the sisters are already conspiring against their parents and taking turns determining who’s going to give us trouble sleeping.

But, at least there is light on the sleep horizon. Or darkness, as it were. Because who the hell can sleep with any light? Most certainly not moi.